Eric's Pov:

I made my way into second period slowly and I'm not gonna lie, painfully. I'm fuckin beat and that prick was coming close to getting my size 11 foot shoved up his ass. With no god damn lube!

It's been a week since I made that announcement and everyday it's gotten worse. Surprisingly the only one that's giving me any hell about it is Coach. Yeah the same asshole that treated me like I was king has had a homophobic change of heart.

It started out simple enough with him yelling at me that first day but since then it's gotten progressively worse. Extra laps, harder drills and non stop yelling about me not being dedicated enough.

Then two days ago he started with the 'fairy' comments and saying maybe I was too delicate to be in any sport except soft ball and volleyball with the other girls.

I can't believe he's been like that. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he's just trippin cause it's been such a shock to him.

I mean hell I banged his daughter a couple of years ago and he flipped a little. Not as much as now but after a few days he chilled and it was water under the bridge.

I plopped down in my seat and flexed my sore muscles. He had the team come in for a morning practice and I can guarantee I'll still be feeling like road-kill in practice after school. I can't bitch too much though. There was a few guys on the team that fell out and a couple people puked.

Thankfully I hung in and as usual finished ahead of the rest of the team. I could just imagine how pissed coach would have gotten if I'd fallen back.

I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking I'm weak and girlie just because I'm gay. I can handle whatever he throws my way. But truthfully I may end up putting that fucker on blast if he keeps his mouth up.

I leaned my head down and I guess I fell asleep because I woke up to the bell releasing the class but I was too exhausted to move right away. So I just stayed laying there with my eyes closed.

I heard everyone leave but John and Kourtney hung back and even though they were talking low I could still make out some of what they were saying.

"He needs to report that fucker or I'm gonna have to do something. Like ram my cleats up that uptight bigot's ass. Look how wiped out he is." John hissed.

"You have to let him deal with this on his own. Eric's a big boy and I know you want to show your support but you can't fight his battles for him. Don't worry, we all know his temper and I'd say he's had just about his limit and he's gonna do something. Awe my poor little gay baby. I hate that everyone's been so chill about all this except Coach. Him and Eric have always been close. Like a second father type shit and he pulls this. Ughh."

I heard a door close and then Mr Becker's voice. "Hey what are you guys still doing here. Better get a move on there's only a few minutes till the bell."

"We're going Mr Becker we were just talking about Eric." Kourtney gave my back a little rub but I stayed still. I'm so tired and at least when I sleep I don't ache.

"How's he doing? He looked sick when he walked in. Have you checked if he has a fever?" Mr Becker asked.

"He's not sick he's just... tired. Coach has been running him ragged. Even started two a day practices and the morning one starts at 4:30. Stupid prick." He spoke the last part to low for Mr Becker to hear.

"In that case just let him sleep. The freshman have an assembly this period so he won't be bothered. I'll get him up for his next class." Mr Becker said.

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I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to clear the blurriness out. I guess I fell back asleep when John and Kourtney left.

I sat up slowly and let out a low hiss of pain as my muscles screamed. I looked around and found Mr Becker sitting behind his desk. He was looking at me so I guess he heard me.

"Feeling any better?" He asked watching me closely.

I gave a slow nod. "Yeah good as new. Sorry I crashed during class. I was wiped."

He kept watching me but not in a weird creepy way. I got the feeling he was looking to make sure I was physically okay. That didn't stop the blush from tinting my cheeks though.

He looked back at his computer after a second and I felt myself relax.

"I really don't see how you're making such a high grade in my class. You never pay attention. You either listen to your Ipod, play with your phone or as of today sleep. You never take notes or even look up once during class." His voice wasn't scolding or hash. In fact it was tainted with amusement.

"Osmosis I guess. I thought I was slick because you haven't busted me. Then again I can understand you not wanting to give me detention and be stuck with me for yet another hour a day. Does this mean I can do all the shit that usually gets a detention and get away with it?" I joked.

He laughed and turned back from his computer. "No it doesn't. You screw up and disrupt my class you will be sitting in detention just like anyone else. I just figure you hear the same lecture twice a day and as long as you don't draw attention to yourself from the other students and can keep your grade as high as you are then I have no issue with you doing you in class."

I stood up and bit my lip so I wouldn't whine like a chick with cramps. I gingerly stretched and rolled my back.

"So your coach has been working y'all pretty hard. I heard he's bumped y'all up to two a days. Big meet coming up or something?" He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head.

I ignored the way his shirt strained across his chest and the way his biceps twitched when he moved. He's trying to kill me with his sexiness... Is that possible? Oh well it's not such a bad way to go.

Fuck snap the hell out of it you creepy pervert. Stop perving on your straight teacher. I cleared my throat and grabbed my stuff off my desk.

"Yeah he's working us hard but it's nothing I can't handle. We don't have a meet for another couple months but he's.... Just making sure we're dedicated."

I'm not about to bring Mr Becker into this drama. If coach doesn't straighten his shit out today I'll handle it on my own. But coach is a good guy and I have faith he'll get over his bratty spell.

The bell rang thankfully and I rushed out of there. I don't want him feeling like he should have to get even more involved with me then he already is. I mean hell he's stuck with me three hours a day.

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After the fifteenth lap around the track my legs were on fire and felt like jello. My chest burned and honestly my whole body felt tore the fuck up.

Most of the team except two of us had already dropped several laps ago and were laying in the sidelines panting and looking like hell. A few were puking and dry heaving.

We'd already done suicides and 50 sets on the bleachers and them bitches go on for ever.

I leaned down and braced my hands on my knees and panted. The stitch in my side was killer and I was drenched in sweat and reeked. There's no way to smell pretty when you've probably sweated out five gallons, at least that's what it feels like.

My temper was on the brink of exploding and it wasn't going to be pretty.

He'd spent the entire practice yelling bullshit at me. Calling my teammates little sissies, fairies and yeah even pussy ass queers when they fell out. He'd smirk and ask me if I had a problem or if it was my time of the month when I gave him disgusted looks.

One more smart remark and I'm gonna punch him in the throat and bust his fuckin voice box. I smiled at that thought.

"Stevens what the hell are you smirking at princess? Thinking about watching your teammates in the shower? Huh fairy? Is that what has you so god damn happy? Maybe I should make you start showering with the rest of the girls on this team." He bellowed from about ten feet away.

I straightened up and smiled belligerently to him. "Nah coach I wasn't thinking about the guys. In fact I was thinking about you... That's what made me smile so big." I cooed flirtatiously because I knew it'd piss him off even more.

His face went an angry red and I laughed. "I was picturing punching you in the throat and how nice the silence would be you homophobic ass hat." I yelled in a taunting voice walking back towards the stands where he was.

He took a step closer to me so we were only a few feet away from each other. I crossed my arms and wagged my brows.

"Come on coach get a little closer. What? You ain't got shit to say now? You spent the last week being a bad ass shit talkin mother fucker. Now, now that I've finally had my limit, now you wanna go fucking mute!?! That's cool, it just underlines the fact that you're a worthless small minded bullying prick!"

As I ranted all my frustration out my voice got louder and louder. Until I was screaming loud enough for a four block radius to hear. Did I give a shit? Hell no.

"Don't you smart mouth me boy! What did you expect? Huh for everyone to be dancing around and waving rainbow flags celebrating the fact that you're nothing more then a chick with the wrong pieces? I'm supposed to be comfortable letting you infect the rest of my team with your gayness?" He yelled back.

I went to tackle that stupid son of a bitch but suddenly strong arms were wrapped around my waist and restraining me. I struggled to get free but couldn't. I didn't even bother to see which teammate was holding me back. If I turned I'd probably punch them now and I didn't want to do that.

So I ignored everything. Tuned out everything and focused my glared on my coach who now had a cocky smirk and pleased look on his face. Oh hell no that wouldn't do. I get the last word with his bigoted pompous self righteous ass.

"Keep up your shit mother fucker. Nothing you do is going to make me quit MY team. I led us to state. I'm the reason we have so many trophies and awards. Not your ass, you're a lousy excuse for a coach. You just sit on you fat ass while this team puts it blood, sweat and tears in. Nothing you do is gonna make me quit. Call me a fag, princess, queer or anything else you'd like. Try and make me shower with the girls. That's cool it'll just bring back the memories of when I fucked your daughter in there, bent over the bench like the easy piece she was. Must really burn your ass to know that a fucking queer wore her ragged pussy out. In your locker room. Ha suck on that asshole!"

The arms that had been restraining me had begun pulling me away so I had to yell louder and louder to make sure that fucker heard me.

I dug my heels into the ground and finally stopped us. The arms tried to pull me but my stance was too balanced. I still just ignored everyone and everything but coach, who no longer looked happy. In fact he looked ready to murder me.

"Fuck you and the infested whore vagina you crawled out of!" I yelled and flipped him off.

All of a sudden I was lifted off the ground and staring at a very firm and yummy looking butt. Who the hell was strong enough to pick me up and carry me over their shoulder?

I poked the pleasantly rounded jean covered bundle of yumminess with my finger. "Homeboy I wasn't done setting that prick in line!" I growled and jabbed my finger at his butt cheek again.

If I wasn't so angry I might have given it a nice little squeeze.

Mystery ass man jostled me around and grabbed my hand keeping me from jabbing him again.

"Stop poking my ass!" He hissed.

Oh nooooo. I felt the blood drain from my face and started struggling to get off his shoulder. By now we were in the parking lot and I just wanted to run to my car and drive away and NEVER come back.

He set me down on my feet and I winced when I looked at him.

"Okay sooo I know I technically sexually harassed you by touching your ass but in all fairness I didn't like touch, touch it. I just poked it. Oh hell, not like poked it cause I'm gay and I want your ass. Not that you don't have a nice ass cause you do. Not that I check it out or anything but I mean come on it was literally an inch from my face and how was I supposed to know it was your ass. Ughhh Why are you here and why did you carry me? Just cause I'm gay doesn't mean I'm a damn girl and so it's your fault you got molested. Not that-"

He raised his hand and I immediately shut the hell up and prayed for lightning to strike me and end this mortifying scene.

"You really are a strange one you know that. How did you not hear me? I was yelling less then a foot behind you. I tried telling you to calm down and let me handle it. Hell your entire team was screaming. You should be thanking me from keeping your coach from killing you. So here's how it's gonna go. You're gonna get your ass in my car and we are going to go to Delilah's house and you are going to tell her EVERYTHING. Understand?" He asked with his arms crossed and one of his eyebrows raised.

I groaned. "Ughh I don't know which one she'll murder me for. The crap with coach or molesting you. I'm pretty sure she'll be more pissed that I touched my teacher, her little brother's ass at school and O-"

He made a gesture for me to shut up and a slammed my mouth closed. Could I be more retarded?

"I meant you're going to tell her everything that has been going on with Coach. The other thing was just.. a misunderstanding and you obviously didn't know it was me but for future reference maybe you should refrain from grabbing other people's asses. No matter how great they are. Soooo in the car you go." He raised his hand indicating for me to get into the car he set me down by.

"I have my own car. I'll just follow you."

He rolled his eyes. "No you're going to get in this car if I have to pick you up and put you in it myself. If you get in your own car you'll just leave and Delilah needs to know about this immediately."

I let out a frustrated breath and he took a step closer like he was gonna follow through with his threat to physically put me in his car. I grabbed the handle and got in quickly shutting the door behind me. He nodded his head in approval and walked around to the driver's side.

I didn't say anything for a few minutes just going over everything that went on and wincing when I thought about how I seem to frequently embarrass myself in front of him and I think each time it gets worse. He probably thinks I should be locked in a crazy ward.

"I'm not deaf or anything. I just didn't hear you because I was tuning everything out. I do that when I'm really angry or when I'm playing ball or during track meets. It's easier to keep my head in the game if I tune out everything and focus on my goal."

He looked over at me and smiled. "I didn't think you were deaf but it's good to know it's not just me personally that you tune out.." He waited a beat and then grinned but looked back at the road.

"What's with the look? Mentally comparing my ramblings to special ed kids again?" I asked looking back out of the passenger side window again.

From the corner of my eye I could see him shake in a silent laugh but when he spoke his voice was clear. Just had a slight tinge of amusement in it.

"You get pretty mouthy when you're pissed off. It's pretty funny to watch, don't tell Del I said that though. She'd bitch me up a storm. Was it all true?"

"That he's a self righteous lazy prick. Yeah it was all true."

He laughed aloud but shook his head. "No, you really slept with his daughter? I didn't even know he had a kid."

I shrugged. "It was a few years ago I was a sophomore and she was a senior. He didn't even care about it until I said I wouldn't date her cause she was an envelope. You lick her, stick her and send her on her way. She wasn't a forever kind of girl."

He laughed again and shot me a grin. "No wonder he hates you. I thought it was just your recent revelations."

"No actually until I came out I was his golden boy. I could literally do no wrong and he always talked about me being the son he never had. Hell he liked me more then his daughter. He made me run like one extra mile and we were squared for the whole banging her in the locker room and uhh his office on his desk. Her idea by the way."

"Hmmm. Okay so we're here and like I said before. I expect you to tell her everything that's happened since your coach started giving you hell."

We got out at nice very well kept two story house and he walked through the door like he owned it. Hmm maybe he lived here with his sister. I wonder if her girlfriend's here.

I followed behind him slowly looking at everything. He stopped in a doorway and leaned in to look. He ducked his head out and motioned me to follow him in.

"Hey Del there was an incident and I thought you should be made aware of it right away." He turned back to the doorway and rolled his eyes at me because I was still hovering on the other side. I didn't want to intrude.

"Oh hell relax, she hasn't killed one of her students in years." He joked.

I walked in and Delilah set her drink down and smiled reassuringly at me. I looked around the table and saw an attractive man around her age and two little girls about five years old all staring at me.

I blurted out the first thing that came into my head. "I thought you were a lesbo."

Her mouth dropped open, the little girls looked at me curiously and the man choked on a laugh. Mr Becker was biting his lip but you could clearly see his grin and the laughter in his eyes.

"Why the hell would you think that?" Delilah asked like it was the craziest thing in the world.

"Um cause you don't wear a wedding ring, you're last name is still Becker and you have no pictures in your office and I would have seen them if ya did cause I've been in there hundreds of times over the last four years. Plus your all gay pride and anti gay bashers and plus Mr Becker said you both know what I was going through and what it was like to be kicked out by intolerant parents because of something you cant control. How was I supposed to not think you were a dyke? Obviously not a bull-dyke because your gorgeous and very feminine but hello you reek of lipstick lesbo-ness."

Mr Becker and the other man cracked up. "So me being a lesbian was your first thought. It couldn't have possibly been my sibling that bats for the home team?"

I shrugged. "Have you looked at the man. There's no way. He's the poster child for hetero lovin' He's probably got twenty girlfriends and a kid or three."

The two men continued to laugh and even though Delilah smirked she narrowed her eyes at them. "That is... Ughh Patrick stop laughing and brother dear I swear to god I will throw my fork at you if you encourage him anymore."

"Mommy what's a lesbo and bull-dyke?" One of the little cutie pies asked.

I winced when Delilah shot me a glare. "Nothing you need to know munchkin. Uncle is gonna take you outside to play so I can talk to Eric."

The two little girls cheered and rushed over to Mr Becker. But Delilah's husband stood up and beckoned the girls. "How about daddy takes you on the trampoline so uncle and mommy can talk to their friend together. It seems important doesn't it my little ladies?"

They nodded and gave me cute little waves.

"Eric for heaven's sakes sit down. Bub go get him a coke and a plate of food."

Mr Becker got up and gave me an encouraging smile and mouthed "Everything" Then walked off to get my drink and food I suppose.

I dropped down in my seat suddenly exhausted.

"What happened Eric?"

I spent the next thirty minutes telling her everything. Mr Becker came back with a plates and drinks for both of us and sat down across from me eating and adding a little comment here or there. I talked basically nonstop so I hadn't really touched my food.

She sat back and the look on her face was almost murderous. "Why didn't you tell me when he first started his shit? I told you to come to me. Ughh you stubborn pain in my ass."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't know Delilah. Maybe cause I'm a big boy now and can take care of myself."

Her glare intensified so I back peddled. "It really wasn't that bad. Today was the worst of it and in all fairness it wasn't even that bad. I'd just hit my pissed off limit and snapped."

"That's a load of shit. Del he's worked them harder then two dollar hookers on half price night. Seriously the kid was so damn sore and tired from doing the hard core two a days that he freakin passed out and slept through two classes and the bells. That's with John and Kourtney jacking with him the entire period. He could barely even move earlier. Plus I watched practice this afternoon. It was beyond brutal. The entire team except for Eric and some other kid fell out. Some looked near a heat stroke and lots were puking their brains out. And I can't even count the number of times he taunted Eric with some gay bashing shit."

Delilah lost the murderous look when she focused on Mr Becker but as he spoke it went back in full swing. "And you didn't think to put a stop to his shit then and there? Why were you even there?"

He shifted around in his seat but his face stayed blank. "Don't give me any crap Del. I was walking by like half way through practice and he spouted some shit that caught my attention. So I went and sat in the bleachers and watched and listened. I was planning on doing it anyway cause.. John and Kourtney raised some concerns and Eric was being even weirder then usual when I asked about his practice. Anyway like I said no bitching allowed cause I recorded all of it on my phone so now you can fire the son of a bitch without a tribunal to worry about. Your awesome little brother got you all the evidence you need. You can say thank you sweetheart." He handed her his phone and she clicked on the video looked up and glared at my plate.

"Eric you need to eat. Honestly when was the last time you had a proper meal? Ugh give me your plate I'll reheat it and I expect you to eat every bit of it." She said in a motherly voice.

She grabbed my plate and walked out still watching the recording on Mr Becker's phone.

"So you're kinda a creeper huh Mr Becker? You didn't zoom in on my ass to much did you?" I joked because hello the man was straight and the possibility of that was zero.

He rolled his eyes. "Dude we're out of school, eating dinner at Del's house after you groped my ass. I think you can call me Steven. But don't even think about it in class, or the halls. You know what, on the school premises I'm still Mr Becker. So no worming your way around and saying well you said only in class."

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "I thought your name was Seth. I could have sworn Delilah said you were Seth."

He looked shocked for a second but shook his head. "No he was our little brother. Died when I was in high school and Del was finishing college."

"Oh shit. I'm so sorry. She just said that I reminded her of her brother Seth and I assumed it was you and then I made a crack about it being because I was hot and both of y'all are hot and wow she should have smacked me upside the head."

He grinned. "It's fine, it was a long time ago but yeah I guess you are a little bit like him. Not really but a little. He was sorta off the wall too."

I didn't know what to say so I just stayed quiet. I didn't want to open my mouth and offend him. Finally I thought of a topic that seemed safe.

"How sure are you that coach is gonna be fired?"

He drummed his fingers. "About as sure as as knowing every day ends in a Y. Delilah wasn't joking about no tolerance for any kind of bullying but gay bashing is a hot button. I can just about guarantee his ass is out before the night is through."

I gulped hard. "What's gonna happen to the team? Who's going fill in?"

He got a thoughtful look on his face. "I could get in touch with my old coach. He just retired so I don't know if he'd be willing but it's worth a shot. He was a damn fine coach. Otherwise I have no clue. The term's already started so it'll be hard to find someone qualified."

I nodded knowing how true that was. If we didn't get his old coach then the team would be stuck with some idiot subbing in that didn't know jack shit about sports.

Delilah came back, set my plate down without a word and walked back out still focused on the little screen in her hand. I started eating.

"So you were in track?" I asked to fill the silence and make it less awkward that I was sitting here eating and he was probably bored out of his mind and pissed he was left to babysit.

"Yeah. Basketball, Baseball, tennis and Hockey in high school. In college I did track and hockey. Golf too but only for one semester because it was so lame."

I laughed. "So you went from being a meat head to being a teacher aka nerd. Interesting."

"Hey, I wasn't a meat head. I was always academically gifted. You had to be in my family but yes I enjoyed playing sports. It's not like I played them all at once so it's really no different then what you do."

"Yeah it was. I play two sport. You played like fifty. And hockey, come on, how do you have any braincells left? That's like the most violent game out of every sport in the history of sports."

He rolled his eyes. "Well since you're being nosy and judgemental. I'll tell you why I played so many sports. I was little in school all the way up to 7th grade I was smaller then most of the other kids my age. So I got into sports to fit in. Plus I wanted to bulk up but I'm not about to go to the gym. That shit's just way too boring. So I played hard and at the end of ninth grade I had a huge growth spurt and bam. I was a Jock. But a smart one."

I tried picturing him as a tiny underdeveloped kid but just couldn't.

He groaned. "Stop trying to picture it. You wont figure it out. I was tiny but still hot. I was adorable. Not Ethiopian looking or whatever your overactive imagination was conjuring up."

Before I could respond Delilah came back in and sat down. "I cannot believe you said some of that stuff. Ughh Eric you must really love my punishments" She said with a grin.

"What are you talking about? I didn't even record the funny shit he spouted to coach. I stopped recording right before he said he was picturing punching him in the throat." He said with a full blown smirk.

Delilah made a shushing gesture to Steven and looked back at me. She tried to fight a grin but it was there none the less.

"Awe hell. Some of your teammates recorded your outburst and posted it on the school's website. You've collected quite the fan base. Anyway for that outrageous and foul mouthed show of disrespect I'm supposed to suspend you and have a hearing about your suitability for the school."

Steven cut in. "That's crap Del and you know it. The damn kid hit his boiling point and snapped. We all have it and believe me, if I had been in his shoes I would have snapped a lot sooner the he did. You shouldn't punish him that severely." He argued in my defense.

I rolled my eyes. "Dude Delilah's gotta do her job. I'm cool with whatever. I always wanted to try public school. I hear they have metal detectors at every entrance. I wonder how many times I'd have to set it off before they strip search me. It took 13 time at the airport for them to drag me to that stupid little room. I had to strip down to my boxers and then I almost got arrested cause I made one little joke about hiding a a rocket launcher. Hello how the hell would a rocket launcher fit in my boxers. Still I won 500 bucks from that dare so it wasn't that bad. Worked out to about 125 bucks an hour. Plus it was sorta flattering that they mistook my piece for a rocket launcher."

I smirked at the memories. Ahh good times.

"You let some idiot dare you to try and get arrested at the airport and you did it? You need your head examined." He sighed shaking his head.

"Actually the dare was to find the most outrageous way I could to get out of this stupid media thing my parents were dragging me to. The brilliant-ness of getting kicked out of the airport was all me. Plus I made it to the party on time and got out of the stupid show and tell crap my parents wanted to pull. How sad that they wouldn't hold the flight."

I shook my head in mock sadness and Steven laughed.

"If you two would let me finish. I was about to say that under the circumstances and the mental trauma you and your fellow teammates have suffered you'll be given a formal warning to which you must agree that any form of bullying, verbal or physical will be reported to me immediately and you will let me deal with it. You're also not allowed to cuss out any other teachers."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't mentally traumatized, I was pissed off. Stop trying to make me sound like a chick with all these emotional problems. You did the same thing when I told you about my parents." I huffed an annoyed sigh.

She gave a frustrated groan. "Dammit Eric, you're getting a free pass here. So shut up and say thanks Dean Becker."

I grinned. "Thanks Dean Delilah. I appreciate you. You're wonderful and amazing and the school would go to shit if you weren't there. You're the only reason I even bother showing up." I said sweetly.

She rolled her eyes but was smirking. "I really have no idea why I like your smart ass. Anyway that's taken care of. I've called our Human Resources department to see about finding a replacement coach but it's gonna be difficult so in the mean time the team will have to settle for a substitute."

"Substitutes suck. They never know what the hell they're doing. You should just let me run the team at least I know the shit." I huffed.

"That would be against so many rules not to mention you don't have the college education to be qualified for that position. Don't worry though, I'll figure something out. Anyway I have to make a few more calls and officially fire Coach Simins. So not to be rude or anything but I'm out. Y'all are welcome to stay, leave or whatever. Oh but be sure to tell Patrick bye before you leave bro." She said getting up and walking away.

He rolled his eyes but turned to the backdoor which was directly behind him. "Yo Pat, we're heading out." He yelled through the open doorway.

Steven had just closed the door and stood up when it reopened and Patrick and the two little girls came in. They launched themselves onto Steven's legs and squeezed.

He lifted them up and gave them a hug and kiss. "You girls be good for mommy and daddy or we wont do our weekly water balloon fight, kay?"

They nodded their head and gave the most earnest expression."Course we'll be good. Love you Uncle Steve." They kissed his cheek and he set them down.

Patrick ruffled Stevens hair and gave him the side man hug thing. "Take it easy Steven we'll see you Sunday."

Patrick smiled and held his hand out to shake mine. "Definitely a pleasure to meet you. I've heard so much about you but I gotta say seeing the tornado that is you in person is definitely better then hearing about it. Hopefully next time you come it'll be under less hectic circumstances and more relaxed."

I pulled my hand back and gave a slow nod. "Um sure but I don't really see that happening. Maybe after I graduate I'll come by just to annoy Delilah from time to time. Lord knows that woman's gonna miss me and be bored out of her mind once I leave. But hey she'll have lots of extra time since she wont be harassing me and my friends. You might even get some sexting from her. Not that you don't now, or I don't know maybe you do. I don't check her phone or-"

"And on that spastic note we're gonna leave. Bye pat, night princesses." Steven said and gently pushed me out to his car.

I looked up and stopped in my tracks. "How the hell did my car get here?"

Steven looked at me then back to the car. "That's my car. The one you rode in on the way here. Man, when you tune out you really don't notice anything."

I rolled my eyes. "I was freaking out about your butt. Well not. Ughh you know what I mean. Anyway it's totally understandable. Your car is identical to mine."

He looked back at me and I nodded. "Same year, make, model. Even the exact color."

"Hmm, so you're the jerk that parked in teacher's parking the other day? I got so pissed because I couldn't get the damn door to open. It took me like almost five minutes and a kick to the tires to realize I was parked two rows over."

I glared at him. "You kicked my baby." I yelled.

He winced but the smirk didn't leave his face. "You shouldn't have parked in the teacher's lot. Besides it was only the tire."

He dropped me back at the school and laughed when I checked the tire for scuff marks. I drove home and crashed out. Too tired to even take a shower to wash the stink off.

Oh hell I just realized I was still wearing my track gear and even though it had been a couple of hours it was still slightly damp from all the damn sweating I did. I stunk too. Great, that's exactly how I wanted to be when I was with Steven.. I mean Mr Becker.

At least tomorrow's Saturday and I don't have to worry about bumping into him and making myself look stupid. Again.

If I feel up to it I might even go pick up some furniture and crap for the apartment.