Escaping Reality...With My Enemy

Part X ~ Jumped

TW: bullying, physical assault, homophobic slurs

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*George's POV*

I blushed seeing Dream give me a very soft but slight smile. I quickly turned my eyes down and headed home. I held his image in my head during my walk. I let my mind wander, taking the extra long way home to think.

His smile and his eyes I could only describe as a jungle - both green and wild - drove me crazy when he looked at me with sexual intent. Once my bully, now someone who found me sexy and couldn't wait to see me with nothing on... or did he see me as an item? A toy? Someone he could fuck for his own horny pleasure? Maybe. Maybe not. He still acts like my bully I guess, but today I've come to the conclusion that he needs to keep his image pristine and also that's just who he is and who knows if he'll always be that way. For now, I'll assume the worst. Whatever it is, we don't hate each other 100%... maybe 80%, but not completely.

I cleared my head during the rest of the walk, enjoying the last bit of warm weather. It was late October - one week before Halloween. I was very thankful for the sunny, calm weather this far into fall. I liked the earthy smell of ripening pumpkins and how each porch was decorated with gourds and colorful leaf arrangements. Among the leaves, pinecones and different types of nuts dotted the grass and dirt. Squirrels chased each other through nearly bare trees, challenging their friends for the last bit of food before snow blanketed the ground.

However, through the pleasant sights and smells of my walk through my favorite season, I couldn't shake the feeling that something - or rather someone - was watching my every move, but every time I looked back, I'd see nothing. I shook it off as me being paranoid and continued to walk although I did quicken my pace as I saw a small gas (petrol) station in the distance.

Stepping into the store, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and mindlessly started to shop. As I looked at the snacks, I looked over the top of a shelf and saw a shiny, black Lexus pull into the station. Three - no four - big guys came out of the car and I immediately recognized them as seniors on the football team. I swallowed hard, and started praying that they wouldn't come in the store. I just had to get out before they went in.

I turned my attention back to my shopping. I got paid $8 per hour for tutoring, but I usually put all of that into my college savings shoebox I hid in the corner of my closet hidden behind clothes. I pulled out the money I made in the past week and decided I could spare around $10 or so to some food and drink today. I snatched a candy bar, sprite... then stopped in my tracks when I saw the small section of condoms and lube. Dream never bothered to use condoms or lube other than our own spit (which didn't help much) and as sad and gross as it sounds, it was destroying me and my hole. Fuck Dream for making me even think that sentence.

I grabbed a box I thought he would use and analyzed it extensively. I switched between a few of the same brand then finally decided on one. Dream probably wouldn't mind using one, right?I don't see why not. I nervously brought my items up to the cashier but the middle aged man seemed bored and disinterested in my purchase to my pleasant surprise. I rearranged the items in the bag so the condoms couldn't be seen from the outside.

As soon as I started on the way home, I heard a car start and music blaring before being muffled when the car door closed. I glanced behind me and saw the Lexus pull out from the parking lot and going going down the side street I was walking along. I quickened my pace slightly.

Maybe they lived around here? Wait - no, of course not. This wasn't a very well off neighborhood to put it nicely and I know it these students' parents make six or seven figures. Unless they were ridiculously humble (they're not which I know from experience)they wouldn't be caught dead living here.