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Carter and the Biker Boy Chapter 14
My alarm went off just before six in the morning, and after hitting the snooze button twice, I finally decided to get out of bed. Since I'd gone to bed naked after having the massive wet dream in the middle of the night, I woke up naked with a hard on as usual. Mom got home just before I got out of bed and of course she went right to the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom and walked into my bedroom where I was lying on my back in bed, with my hand on my hard dick. I was totally busted.
"Angel! Would you please not leave your wet, stained under -- Whoa, I didn't need to see that!" she exclaimed as she rounded the corner from the hallway and caught me playing with my dick.
"Mom!" was all I could say, my face turning redder than my underwear that she was holding on to by her fingertips. "I, I, am sorry...I forgot to pick them up in the middle of the night."
"Aye Angel! I don't want to see your stained undies in the bathroom! Please pick them up from now on. I know you have....accidents in the middle of the night and I know that is normal. So please just pick them up!"
"Sure mama, lo siento much." I apologized to her for not remembering to pick my undies up. At least she was decent about it and didn't get on me for playing with my hard dick. I guess for that reason my mama is totally cool.
The rest of my day at school went a whole lot smoother than the first few minutes of the day at home. I was getting used to my routine now, and as the first few days passed, I was feeling sort of comfortable. I was being left alone, and I liked my teachers and started to make some friends. As much as I didn't like the guy at first, Big T was becoming one of my close friends. We had more in common than we first thought. We liked the same video games and had a lot of the same classes together. And the cool thing was that no one bothered me when I was with Big T. That's a good thing.
So I'm super excited for two reasons. First, it's finally Thursday, and that means tonight Harlem's varsity soccer team plays Auburn at home, so I'm going to see the game so I can watch Javy and Dylan play. Second, we're going to be put on teams today in Social Studies so we can begin our group projects. I'm so hoping that Mr. Olsen puts me on the same team that Parker is on so we can get to know each other a bit better. We haven't really talked yet, although when I did wear my Cubs jersey the other day, he did smile at me as I walked into class and as I set down at my desk he did look at me and said, "Go Cubs!" to which I smiled and repeated the same thing back to him. I think we're both shy, or at least he's just quiet and could be new to the area. I need to muster up enough courage to talk to him, but I'm like thinking that he's so cute that I don't to mess up and say the wrong things.
So now I'm just waiting for Mr. Olsen to get into class and get going on the group project. Sure enough, he came into class, took attendance, which by now all he had to do was look around the room to see who wasn't there, as he was real good at memorizing people's names and faces. I was getting nervous, and it was getting difficult to sit still. I thought that we would know our groups and would be able to get into our groups and start our projects. But I was wrong. Instead Mr. Olsen told us to get out our books and turn to Chapter 3, as he was going to discuss the chapter on middle east geography. I was having a hard time concentrating, but at least when he called on me to read a paragraph about Israel, I knew which paragraph I was supposed to read, unlike one of the stoner guys he called on prior to me. Once I began to read, all was good. I calmed down and read loud enough for everyone to hear and pronounced all of the words clearly. Interestingly, as Mr. Olsen called my name to read, I looked up in time to see out of the corner of my eye that Parker looking over at me. When I finished reading, I couldn't help but glance over his way and he looked down right away.
Finally with fifteen minutes left in the class, we finished reading the chapter. Mr. Olsen then announced that it was time to form our groups. What was so cool was that he didn't choose the groups, we were going to do that. Our group had to consist of two boys, and two girls and there would be seven groups in total. One of us would have to be elected the group leader and would have to go up to the front and get the first assignment from Mr. Olsen. We were all looking around while he was talking, and as I looked over at Parker expecting to see him looking my way, my heart sank a bit as I saw him looking over at this one girl, Megan, who was also in my math class. She is very pretty with long straight blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a smile that could go on forever. Surprisingly, Abbie, who sat next to me did ask if we could be in a group together, so of course I said yes. Incredibly, as Abbie and I were talking, I looked up in time to see Parker and Megan right in front of me, and they both asked us if we would like to be in their group! Of course we both said yes! My face must have lit up, because right away Parker started to smile and so did Megan. They were both happy, as were Abbie and I. Suddenly I was at a loss for words, but then Parker spoke.
"Hi, I'm Parker, and in case you didn't know, she is Megan." His voice spoke with confidence, yet also with a gentleness that made me feel at ease.
"I'm Abbie, and I'm new to this area."
"And I'm Carter. So nice to meet you guys!" Megan came back with the assignment sheet and wrote our names on top of the paper and didn't even ask for my name.
"Hey Carter, you're in my math class, right?" Her voice was cute, and she was too, with a great personality that everyone would love.
"Hi Megan, yes I am in your math class. How is it going so far?" was about all I could think of to ask. "So Abbie, where did you live before you moved here?" I tried to be friendly, hoping to get a conversation started.
"We moved here for my dad's work. We used to live in Colorado, but now we live in Loves Park. I'm doing okay with the move, but it's not been easy. There's not much to do here. I do miss the mountains and all" Abbie responded, almost sounding dejected.
"Yeah, I'm new here too," Parker replied. The perfect conversation starter and I now had my chance to learn more about him when Megan asked him before I could. "So like where are you from Parker?"
"We moved here from Austin, Texas. We'd lived there for four years after moving there from Chicago. Mom is a nurse practitioner, and my dad is a manager at the aerospace company here in town. Thankfully, I didn't live in Texas long enough to get a southern drawl but did get an awesome tan there every summer sitting around our pool."
"Awesome you guys! Well, welcome to Harlem high and good old Machesney Parkansas" Megan mocked the name of the town, as if to allude to the idea that Machesney Park was more like a town in Arkansas than in Illinois. Parker then spoke again.
"Thanks, Megan. Yeah, I can see the comparison, for sure. But at least Loves Park isn't too bad from what I've seen. Speaking of that, Carter, I think we ride the same bus home from school. I haven't seen you on the morning bus though. Do you live in Loves Park?" he asked, with a genuine tone of voice.
"I do, and I've seen you on the bus too. My mom usually drives me to school in the morning and so far I haven't had to ride the bus."
"Cool, cool, cool." He nodded. "Must be nice to get a ride to school and not have to ride the bus all of the time."
"It is, but there are times I don't mind riding the bus. It all depends on when my mom doesn't have meetings after school or in the morning when she gets out of work. I won't ever turn down a ride to and from school." We were having fun conversation between the four of us. Of course the girls, Abbie and Megan were talking about cheerleading stuff while Parker and I talked about living in Loves Park. We were both kind of shy around each other, but something about the way he talked with such a confident and cool demeanor, I really was enjoying talking to my new classmate.
"Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think we've had enough time to get acquainted with your new group members, so with only five minutes left in class, I'd like a person from each team come up here and pick your topic out of this Cubs hat." We'll start over here on this side of the room. Abbie, Carter, Megan and Parker, one of you come up here and get topic."
"Go Carter, get us a good topic," Megan said in her cheerleader-like voice. Parker and Abbie both said the same thing almost in unison. When I got to the front of the room, Mr. Olsen reached out to me with the Cubs hat. Inside were seven pieces of folded paper. I only needed to choose one, and once I picked it, I could not put it back. I reached in, grabbed a folded paper, unfolded it, and showed it to Mr. Olsen.
"And team one gets bullying as the subject for the first group project." There were a couple of laughs from some of the jocks in the classroom, of course. When I got back to my desk, I got a thumbs up from Parker, and high fives from both Abbie and Megan. We could not talk right away since the drawing was still taking place. From the other side of the classroom, a group of guys sneered when their teammate picked -- or got -- the last topic: Gender inequality. Then I heard one of them say something about he didn't want to write about faggots. Parker looked their way when he heard what they said, and he just shook his head in disgust. Seconds later, the bell rang and one by one we filed out of the class. I had to get to my locker fast so I could get my gym clothes and head to the locker room to change and get ready for gym.
"Hey Carter! Slow down man! You have gym next, right?"
"Oh hey Parker, sorry, I just have to get my clothes for gym, and yes I do have it last hour. I want to get a good locker, so I don't dress next to one of those jocks from our class."
"I don't blame you, but don't let those idiots bother you. They're just a bunch of dumb jocks, they don't know any better."
We continued talking as we walked our lockers and back towards the gym. We passed Big T on his way to gym, and I introduced Parker to Big T. Parker smiled his awesome smile and Big T smiled back. It was like now we were a trio of friends going to gym. I began to get nervous as we walked into the locker room to change into our gym clothes. I hated gym, and I hated getting naked to change into the damn jock strap, shorts, tee shirt and white socks. I always felt inadequate since I still really didn't have a full bush of pubes like most of the other guys in the locker room. But for some reason today, it seemed different with Parker on my left and Big T on my right as we stood at the lockers and started to change. Parker was totally relaxed and was soon naked next to me, getting ready to put on his jock strap. I tried to glance at him quickly, but he had already put his jock and shorts on. As I took my pants and shorts off, out of the corner of my left eye I could see Parker checking me out. I felt a jolt of electricity go through me with the thought that he actually looked at me naked and saw everything! Good thing I was now wearing my jock strap as it helped conceal what was about to get hard.
We were now out of the locker room and were outside lining up to do some warm-up exercises. Part of the class went off to play soccer, and the rest of us twelve went to play tennis. It was a nice early fall afternoon and tennis was fun. But as soon as we got a doubles game going featuring me, Big T, a kid named Luke, and Parker, the coach blew his whistle and we had to go back into the building. A couple of the guys left their tennis balls on the court, so the coach asked me to go pick them up and return to the storage area. Reluctantly, I agreed. It felt good to be outside, and I was already excited to go to Harlem's soccer game right after school. After retrieving the balls, I headed back into the building putting the balls with the rest of the tennis balls in the equipment room. Little did I know what was about to happen to me.
I was just about through the hallway near the door to the locker room from the gym when I felt someone's strong arms wrap around me and drag me to the training room behind the hallway. I tried to tell them to put me down and I tried to fight back, but another person grabbed my feet and helped carry me to the trainer's table. I feared for my life and was so upset that I started crying when I just wanted to try and hit everyone who was trying to hold me down. The next thing I knew they had me pinned down on the table, and one of the guys pulled my shorts down to my ankles. I was praying to god they wouldn't pull my jock strap down, because I was afraid they were going to rape me or something terribly bad. But they did not, instead one of them grabbed a roll of athletic tape and started wrapping the tape around my body from my neck down to my shorts, which were now at my feet. Finally they had their fun tormenting me as they were all laughing hysterically at me being completely humiliated. Worse yet, now I had to try and walk back to my locker and try to figure out how to get this tape off, which meant that I had to walk past all of the lockers in the room to get to my locker. As I entered the room, everyone burst out laughing at me. I was horrified, angry and in tears. Who wouldn't be? I got back to my locker and Parker had just got back from the shower.
"Oh man Carter, what happened to you?" My tears kept flowing and I couldn't answer him. I just went to the coach's office to get help. As I walked in two of the coaches nearly burst out laughing while the other coach got up and brought some scissors to start cutting off the tape.
"God damnit boy, who did this to you?
"I don't know, sir. I was just walking back to my locker when they grabbed me from behind, took me into the training room and started wrapping this around me. They were laughing and looked almost like they were going to do something else because they pulled my shorts down." Then the tears started to flow again.
"How many were there that did this to you?"
"Four of them."
"You don't remember their faces or their names?"
"No sir, I might later but I don't know who they are now."
"Okay, you let me know if you remember. We can't let this happen again. There, you're free now. Better go get dressed and get out of here before the team comes in to get dressed for football practice. I left the coach's office and was expecting to find everyone gone, but I was happy to see that Parker was still there.
"What happened Carter, are you okay?" he sounded genuine in his response.
"I'm okay. Just really mad and upset to think that once again I have to deal with these idiots picking on me here just like they did in middle school. I then went on to tell him with every detail what happened in the trainer's room.
"I'm sorry man, that shouldn't be happening. Did you try to fight them off?"
"Yeah, I tried but it was no use. They're already like five times bigger than me." The tears were trying to start again, and Parker could sense I was an emotional wreck.
"How ironic it is that y'all picked the topic of bullying for our social studies project, and then you get bullied. Man, I am so sorry this had to happen to you. Can I ask you something?"
I had no idea what was on his mind. I was sure he was going to ask me if I was gay and then he'd walk away from me just like everyone else and would not want to be my friend anymore. I hesitated responding to him, but as I put my shoes on and grabbed my backpack out of the locker, we started to walk out of the locker room to head for the bus. Finally, with my heart racing and my hands almost shaking and the tears on the verge of breaking loose again, somehow I found my voice and muttered in a defeated tone of voice, "yeah, go ahead."
"Have you ever had any self-defense training, like martial arts, you know, karate, judo, stuff like that? Cuz as you can tell, I'm not a very big guy either, in fact we're just about the same size. And I know if those losers come to pick on me, I'll put them in their place, and they will not bother me."
"No, I've never done anything like that. Do you think it would help me? There are days where I think a third grader could beat me up. I'm such a pathetic loser." I felt like the depressed feelings were racing back now. I could just imagine that Parker probably thought the same about me and soon would suddenly just have other new friends and would forget about me. But he didn't.
"Hey man, you're not a loser. You're a cool guy and I'm glad I got to meet you. I think we could be good friends. Now hey, can I see you smile, please?" I couldn't help but to smile from ear to ear, and wiped the tears away from my face. Parker patted me on my shoulder, and it was almost like he wanted to hug me but stopped short as we continued to walk towards the bus. Unfortunately, my episode in the locker room lasted too long. Our bus had already left. I felt so bad.
"Oh dangit. I'm sorry man. I can call my mom to see if she can give you a ride home. I was going to stay anyway and watch the soccer game with my friend Emma. You're welcome to join us." Now I was hoping this was going to work out good after all, but first he had to get a hold of his mom.
"I just sent her a text to her work. Both of my parents don't get home until after 6 pm, and most days I just sit waiting for them to come home. Talk about boring at times!"
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked, figuring that he probably had at least two of each.
"Nope. Just me. Sure wish I had a brother, or a twin. It's not fun being an only child."
"Tell me about it. I'm an only child too, only difference is my mom's side of the family is here and she's got like three brothers and two sisters and a whole bunch of nieces and nephews and cousins." I could sense that he was going to ask about my dad and I was preparing the best way to answer the question. Sure enough...
"So what does your dad do? Oh, cool. Mom just texted me back and said that I could stay to watch the soccer game. She will come to pick me up if you want a ride too, that'd be fine." Before he asked me again about my dad I told him that would be cool, since my mom doesn't always have time to pick me up.
"So cool. The game starts in a half hour. Want to go hang out on the stands??
"Excellent idea, Carter. We can talk about our project for class or about anything else related to my new friend Carter." I couldn't help but smile.
We found a spot about three rows up from the field and sat down. There weren't many people in the stands at all. Soccer here just was not as popular as football, or so I was told. Just don't tell Javy about that. I'm sure he'd be very upset. Speaking of Javy, he was leading the team out from the locker room as they made their way from the doors going into the building to the gate that was located near the middle of the end zone. I kept looking for Dylan but didn't see him come out yet. As the players started doing stretching exercises, Parker asked me about who I knew on the team.
"Well, the dude with the long black hair tied up in a ponytail now, that's my cousin Javy. He's the closest guy to being a brother to me. We basically grew up together at my abuel--, er, grandma's house. And I'm looking for my friend Dylan. We became friends this summer when he had an accident in front of my house on his bike." Parker didn't say much but kept on basically staring at Javy while I rambled on telling him about what happened to Dylan on his bike and how I helped him.
"So Javy -- he's Mexican? And does that make you part Mexican too? Not like that is a bad thing but, I'm just curious I guess. It's all good, just interesting.
"Yes, my mom is full blooded Mexican, my dad is an American. I guess I got my dad's features, including the blonde hair, but I got my mom's eyes. Weird huh?"
"I love your eyes -- so deep and dark brown. So do you speak Spanish?" I then rattled off my answer to his response about my eyes, in Spanish.
"Excelente, Carter! Hablo un poquito Espanol tambien. I just don't know a lot like you do! Since I lived four years in Austin, Spanish is almost mandatory to learn. I had a lot of Mexican friends who were some of my close friends. I really do miss them."
"Aww, I bet. That has to be hard, you know, moving from one state to another and making new friends." I really did feel bad for him, but as he explained it, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
"Yes, it is hard, but it made me really be careful about the friends I choose. It taught me to be tough, I guess. You and the two girls from class are the first people I've really talked to. You all seem so nice and genuine. That's what I'm looking for. I really hate fake people and can usually pick them out right away, you know?"
I was practically beaming I was so glad to know that Parker considered me to be a good friend. I did tell him that I was raised that way to treat people the way that I want to be treated, but in the case of the idiot bullies out there, they usually take advantage of someone like me. And they do.
We continued our conversation about my home life and his. Turns out that due to having to move from Chicago to Austin, he had a tough time getting acclimated to school in Texas. It got so bad because like me, he was the shortest kid in his class, so he got picked on. Luckily, he said that his parents took him to self-defense training. The training gave him confidence to get out of any situation without fighting, and if fighting was necessary, he would have the tools to always win, no matter how big the opponent was. His confidence definitely showed, and just listening to him talk with just a twinge of an accent in his voice it was easy see how calm he was.
"It really was the only thing that helped me from constantly getting beat up. I can bet that if you had the same classes, you would find the same results. I'm sure they have places like that here in Loves Park or Rockford, don't they?"
"I'm not sure but I should tell my mom. I'm just so scared of getting the crap beaten out of me."
By now the game was almost ready to start. I kept looking for Emma, but finally when the game was just about ready to start, I got a text from her saying that she got in trouble when she got home for something really stupid and was not allowed to go. So it's a good thing that Parker missed his bus and was here with me now. The game clock ran down to less than a minute, so they asked us to stand for the National Anthem, which we did. Once it ended, the players took their places on the field and the game began. Javy was playing forward, and sure enough, Dylan was goalie. The first half of the game was slow. The teams did a good job of passing the ball and just as it looked like we were going to score, one of their defenders intercepted the ball and kicked it deep back into our end of the field. The second half began in the same manner. Javy was back in playing now after sitting down for the start of the second half. He seemed like a man on a mission, and finally he got a breakaway pass, and was flying down the field, passing the ball to Isaac, who would then pass it back to him. One huge kick about thirty feet out from the goal and somehow he rifled the ball into the goalie's net, scoring the only point of the game thus far. Everyone surrounded Javy, giving him high fives and slaps on his butt. As much as I didn't think he'd ever make varsity, I was happy for him that he did.
That is how the first game of the year concluded, with Harlem beating Auburn 1-0. Javier was the hero of course, and now his ego would be larger than ever now. But for some reason, I didn't even care. I wonder why?
After the game, Parker and I went down to the edge of the grandstands to applaud along with the parents of the players when the team walked by. Javy was so happy and was walking with Dylan. They both smiled and waved, and I could barely hear them tell me thanks as they walked by. Both of them glanced at Parker.
"Which one is Dylan?" Parker asked, unsure of who he was.
"He's the tall guy wearing number 2 on his jersey."
"Oh yeah, the cu--, er, cool one that is the goalie, right?" Parker caught himself and hoped that I didn't realize what he almost said, but I did catch it.
"He is the goalie. Yup. He's a nice guy. This is the first time I've seen him since school started. He's a junior, plays soccer, basketball, and baseball. He's definitely a jock but is one of the nicest guys I've met at school." I was surprised to see Parker stare just a bit longer at both Dylan and Javy than he probably should have, but I just sort of wrote it off as no big deal -- no sign of anything, as like maybe they reminded him of some friends he had in Texas.
I was sort of surprised that my Tia Rosa or my Tio Javier wasn't at the game today, especially if it was Javy's first game on the varsity team. I guess they were both busy and couldn't make it.
My phone buzzed and it was my mom texting me to see if I needed a ride. I told her that I might be able to get a ride with my friend Parker's mom who was going to be picking him up shortly, but then he got a text from his mom saying that she wouldn't be able to pick him up until closer to seven pm, so if we could give him a ride, they would appreciate it. So I called my mom and she said she'd give Parker a ride home. She said she would be there in about ten minutes. Parker let his mom know that my mom would give him a ride home since we lived pretty close to each other, she was good with that. We sat on the picnic tables near the entrance to the gym and continued to talk. We had just finished tossing some ideas around about the project in social studies when my mom pulled up, which just so happened to be the same time Javy and Dylan walked out of the gym. Seeing my mom pull up, Javy followed us to our car. Dylan's mom was behind my mom, so he waved at me and said that he'd text me later, so I nodded back in agreement. Javy began talking with my mom.
"Hola Tia, como estas?"
"Bien mi amor, y tu?"
I am fine Tia. Guess what? I scored the winning goal in the game today! We won 1-0!
"Ah, que Bueno! Felicidades!"
Parker looked on and was just smiling, almost confident that he'd known us all of his life. He even went to my mom and introduced himself.
"Hola Senora, Me llamo Parker Nelson. Soy un amigo de su hijo."
"Mucho gusto, Parker! You know Spanish and speak very well!" I was beaming knowing that my new friend was not afraid to talk to my mom. He also shook Javy's hand and congratulated him on the game. Mom asked Javy if he needed a ride, and he said he would have to wait for his papa to pick him up. So mom offered to give him a ride home too.
We all piled in our car, an older Ford Fusion. Mom surprised all three of us by bringing some homemade plain cheese quesadillas, and neither of us was going to turn her down since we were starving. In what seemed like just seconds, the entire dozen of quesadillas were gone. First she dropped Javy off, then we drove to Parker's house. He thanked my mom for the ride and the quesadilla's and told me he'd see me tomorrow. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, for some reason. I also couldn't wait to tell my mom about my new friend, but she beat me to it.
"Well mijo, he seems like a very nice boy. Is he in any of your classes?"
"Si mama, he's in Social Studies and Gym class. And yes, he's a great guy."
"Is he....?" I knew what she was trying to say but didn't want to say it.
I responded to her by saying "Mom! Why would you ask that? I don't think he is, he doesn't act gay, nor does he seem like it. But he treated me very well and actually helped me out today, plus he's on my team in social studies for our group project."
"Wait a minute. You said he helped you out today. What happened?" Then the memory of what happened in gym class flooded back into my brain.
"Oh, nothing really." I tried to change the subject, but no luck.
"Angel! What happened?" My tears came roaring back with a vengeance, and as I told her what happened, she was very upset and vowed to call the school and make them find out who those boys were.
We were now home, and mom realized she had just a half hour to get ready for work. She vowed to call the school tomorrow and talk to someone about what happened to me. I did tell her what Parker had said and then she just responded that while going to self-defense classes might be the solution to my problems, she wasn't sure how I would get to and from the classes and wasn't even sure where they would be held around town. I told her that it would really help me a lot if I could go. She agreed and knew that I was tired of getting treated like a kid because of my size. She did say that we could talk about it tomorrow. She gathered her lunch bag, her backpack, wished me a good night, and headed out the door to work. Just like that, I was all alone. Luckily, she had left me some Mac and Cheese, so I ate that while I started on my math homework. I had some English and Science as well, so I'd be up later than I had planned.
About 8:30 I got a text from Dylan.
< Carter-man, How's school going? I haven't seen you. But thanks for coming to the game today!
< Sure thing Dylan. I'm doing okay. Glad you guys won your game!
< Javy did well! He's a great player and really hustles out there on the field.
< I saw that.
< Who's your friend?
< Parker Nelson. He's new here from Texas.
< Cool. Seems like a nice guy. Is he... ?
< I don't know! Mom asked me the same thing. I don't think so. Be nice to him.
< Oh sure man. A friend of yours is a friend of mine. No worries bro.
He quickly sent me another text before I could respond
< Hey, Saturday end of year pool party at my house. 6 pm. Hope you can make it! You can stay over if you want... (big winking smiley face emoji).
< I'll ask my mom. I think she has to work, so maybe! I'll let you know.
< Cools, man. Back to geometry. Have a great night.
<Thanx u 2.
Wow, I just got invited to a pool party at Dylan's and could stay the night too! But then I started thinking about if his friends would be there or not. As much as I'd like to see Dylan again, it would be a little weird if his friends stayed over too. But wait, I had promised Emma to spend time with her this weekend. And what if Parker wanted to do something? Or Javy wanted to get together. He had mentioned that last week some time.
Now I felt better. I had some good friends that cared about me and accepted me for who I am. I began to feel relaxed and began to do my homework while listening to my playlist on Spotify. Math was done -- it was super easy. English was even easier, and I was halfway done with Science when I got a text from Emma.
< Carter: R U awake?
< Yes Emms.. of course. Wuts up?
< Is this you?
She sent me a pic and when it downloaded and opened, my calm night went straight to the worst night of my life! It was an Insta post of me from behind walking towards my locker all covered in athletic tape and my bare butt was showing as kids standing next to their lockers were laughing hysterically. The caption read something like "Bare butt mummy boy in Harlem locker room" Emma also said that it's gone viral" I threw my phone on my bed and buried my head in my pillow. Oh my God, how could those idiots do this to me? My life was over!
< Carter? Answer me!
< Carter? R U OKAY?