2 Chapter 2: Love

As I catch the brunt force of the bag I am knocked off my balance, making me grunt and stumbling backwards into the door. The bag is heavy and adds weight to my already heavy load of school supplies. I hear the boss chuckle as I stumble before walking away. I quickly follow, not wanting to know what he'll do if I don't listen to him. The group's pace is much faster than mine as I lag behind a bit, unable to keep up with them thanks to the heavy load I carry. Boss stops in front of me a bit and looks back with his signature scowl,

"Come on pet, class starts in 10 minutes and we aren't even half way there. Kick your ass into high gear and get a move on, or is the pet too weak to hold two backpack?"

His tone is taunting as I quicken my pace into a jog, looking like a fat man at the start of a diet, waddling closer to the group. I hear A chuckle before stick says,

"Hey look Roman, he looks like you when we do sprints in gym!"

After that comment I hear a thud as Roman A.K.A Pumpkin punches stick in the arm. He lets out a yelp and quickly rubs his arm as I go past the group and a bit ahead. In a matter of seconds they all catch up and snicker at my misfortune as we enter the main building. Many of our peers flood through the hallways with no direction, many bumping into me and almost knocking me over. I begin to bounce between each person like a pinball, unable to regain my own balance and just knocking into more people before one guy pushes me to the ground, forcing me and the weight of the backpacks to crumble to the ground with a thud. I groan and begin to stand up, being eat with a 'Rrrriiipppp' sound as I stand. I dare not look down and begin to pray that the ripping wasn't boss's bag, I don't have the money to replace it if it is. Ever so slowly do I look down and lay my gaze on the mess of school supplies that are scattered on the ground, I shakily look down at the designer bag that belongs to boss and sigh with relief, no rips or tears in sight on the bag. Gears begin to turn in my head as I turn my head to see that the bottom of my bag is no longer existent, my heart beats with anxiety and a blush of embarrassment covers my face. I quickly drop to the ground and try to gather my stuff up, people passing by, stepping on my stuff and breaking things. I hear the group laugh as I struggle to maintain composure and fumble around with my things when suddenly another body drops down and begins to gather things up with me and hand me my things.

"Hear you go man, I tried to get most of it and I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner!"

I take the things in my arms and look at the hand that is extended to help me up. I take the hand and am pulled up with ease, the world seems to almost stop as my eyes meet the green eyes of the guy in front of me. I swear I could melt under this guy's gaze and warm smile, my blush changing from one of embarrassment to one of an overwhelming feeling, one that washes over me and leaves me speechless as my heart beats faster. He looks to be six, two, has Burnet hair, a warm smile and a blessed jaw line. He is handsome. Suddenly I snap back and look at him as he raises a brow, wondering why I am staring off into the space in his eyes.

"I'm Juan De'Resse, a senior here at school. I've heard about your hard times here and wanted to say hi and if you ever need anything to just give me a holler"

With that he hands me his number and smiles, walking away. I stand their with an arm full of my school stuff and wave him off, unable to move or talk when suddenly I'm grabbed by the collar and dragged to the classroom. As I begin to struggle and choke when I am thrown into the classroom, once again losing my arm full of supplies once more. I groan as I slowly stand and gather my things once more before it is all knocked from my hands and I'm grabbed by my hair.

"Listen here and listen good pet, I'm going to give you one warning and only one. If you even so much as look, touch, converse or even so much as think about that guy I will castrate you myself with a rusty spoon."

I tremble and gulp as Boss lets go of me and I fall to the floor. I grab my stuff and head to my seat, staying quiet and taking out my notes. The teacher strolls into class with a big grin and a stupid sweater, he is balding but doesn't accept that as he has a stringy and greasy black pony tail at the back of his head. This is the language arts teacher Mr.Kang, a 40 year old man that has gone through three divorces and is a tad creepy but over all a good guy. He has taken a liking to me already as he opens a book and instructs the class to do a prompt about love and with that everyone in the class begins to scribble or type away where I begin to think. Love, love, love, What is love?

Love is not some chemical reaction in the brain that signals the heart to palpitate, to send blood to certain areas. No, love is when you happen upon the one that was meant for you, the one that makes you wat to stay by their side for the rest of your life and do anything for them. Whether it comes down to pleasuring them, helping them or giving them what they need. Love can be found in all species as well as humans, the human agenda is to breed but for me the human agenda is for someone else. What I want is a worthwhile relationship that means more than breeding and having kids to do our part. What I want is a man to hold, to pleasure and to keep me company and treat me as I deserve to be treated.

As I read those words to myself I blush and crumple up the paper, quickly throwing it away in the recycle bin and write about the chemical thing. I'd rather not give anyone a reason to pick on me more.