Detention - 1. Chapter 1

Lane Peterson parked in the parking lot of his school. He couldn’t believe that he was there on a Saturday. He looked up to the sky. It looked like a big storm was brewing. The clouds were thick and dark.

He got out of his car. He wanted to get in before it started to rain. He didn’t want to get wet. He saw James’ car pull up and he decided to wait. It would be worth getting wet to walk in with him and see the look on Johnson’s face.

As soon as James got out of his car he put his arm around Lane, pulled him close and kissed him.

“Hey babe.” said James.

“Ugh, hey. Can we go in before we get wet?”

James smiled. “But I like it when you’re wet.”

Lane smiled and kissed him again. He took a finger and pushed James’ shaggy hair out of his face. He looked into those big brown eyes. Those eyes that he’s come to love.

“Let’s go.” said James.

They both walked into the school. Yet another Saturday detention for getting caught making out. Johnson just loved to torture them for being the school fags. As they walked through the ghostly empty school, they held hands. They walked towards the gym, where all of the Saturday detentions were always held.

They walked in and about eight other students, all boys for some reason, were sitting.

“Finally, Mr. Peterson…Mr. Long take a seat. You’re the final detainees to arrive.” said Johnson.

Lane and James knew all of the boys in the gym. They were the boys that constantly made fun of them for being gay, except for one and that was Travis Wright who was the closest thing that the two of them had to a friend in that gym.

First there was the worst of them all, Shawn Martin. He was the badass of the group, the ring leader. Then there was Peter Burgess. He was the jock whose best personality feature had nothing to do with his personality and everything to do with the fact that he was sex on wheels.

Kevin Archibald was perhaps the most tame of the group. He still spat the insults and whatnot, but he never seemed to mean them. Peer pressure was most likely the reason for him being in detention.

Matt Marquez was kind of like the Shawn Martin in training. He was a complete asshole and there was really no need. He just wanted to be exactly like Shawn. Able Trainer and Cam Stevens were the flunkies of the group. They never really did anything except for back up the leaders.

Last but not least, there’s Brian Harper. He’s the flamboyant redhead of the group. He was a very flashy dresser and loved to show off bright colors and his accessories, which usually were girls. That was the group that usually made life a Dern High School miserable for people like James Long and Lane Peterson.

Thunder roared outside as Lane and James sat down next to each other. All of the eyes in the room seemed to follow them in disgust, except for Travis of course. His dripped ‘I don’t give a shit’.

“Now, I need to go to my office and make some phone calls. Put all of your cellular phone on your desk and I’m going to come around and collect them.”

The student collectively droned and took out their cell phones. They placed them on a table. Johnson came around and put them in a plastic bag. Afterwards, he zipped it up and left the gym.

“Now, I better not come back and see you messing around.”

Johnson left and, for a while, it was silent. Lane and James didn’t expect it to be silent for long and they would be right to expect that.

“So what’re you faggots in here for?” asked Shawn.

“Being faggots.” Lane answered smartly.

“You should be kicked out of the school for that.” said Shawn.

“Leave them alone Shawn. We’re all in the same boat.” said Travis from the front.

“No, I’m in here for doing this school a favor. I, with the help of some of my friends, taught that new queer freshman a little lesson.”

“You bitch! You did what?” yelled Lane.

Shawn shot up, ran to Lane’s desk and slammed his hands onto the table, causing an echo throughout the entire gym. “What did you call me, faggot?”

Lane stood up. He and Martin met face to face.

“Lane don’t do this.” said James.

“Listen to your little girlfriend, Peterson. You wouldn’t want that pretty little face of yours to end up broken.”

Lane huffed and sat back down. Shawn walked back to his desk.

Lightning struck outside and a tree branch hit one of the gym windows with a smack. The rain started to pour. The sound against the windows was like rubber bullets. This was just the beginning.