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to reality. Nick was the king of the jocks and my number one enemy.
    “Are you okay?”
    Shit! Nick was waving his hand in front of my face.
    “Yes,” I answered him.
    “Good, cause I asked for your time schedule.”
    “Here it is.”
    I handed him the piece of paper. My hands were shaking. As a matter of fact, my entire body was convulsing! Nick smiled while he examined me.
    “Thanks. You really are a quiet little guy. Why are you so nervous?”
    “I'm not.”
    “You appear to be terrified by my presence.”
    “No I'm not. It's just that…”
    “Just what?”
    I sighed.
    “I never thought that you'd be my tutee.”
    Nick smiled while he continued to look at my schedule. I sat looking at him, but he kept glancing at me every now and then. Each time he did that, I lowered my head. I could clearly see him smiling at my reaction. I began to play with my fingers since I was so nervous. Why was he looking at me like that? Was I a joke to him? After he finished, he turned to me.
    “I see. We could meet every day after 4:30 except on Fridays since those are game nights. Is five okay with you?”
    I simply nodded.
    “Cool,” Nick said handing me back my schedule. He stood up. “I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”
    “See you,” I murmured.
    I immediately bolted through the door. As I glanced back at Mrs. Carter’s office, I suddenly felt like I’d hit a rock wall and was instantly hurled backwards. Oh, no! It was Matthew and Jacob was standing beside him. He stared down at me like a raging bull on the loose. 
    “You're dead, Ames! You're a dead little bitch!”
    I instantly began to crawl down the hallway. Matthew grabbed my legs and spun me around. With a single tug, he pulled me under his feet. He bent down and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. With a single jerk, Matthew lifted me into the air and slammed me into a nearby wall. A malicious smile developed on his face.
    “I'm going to fucking kill you, you little poke!”
    “Let's fuck him up!” Jacob suggested with a mischievous smile. “I bet he'll love to get fucked by two jocks since he's a dirty homo! We can fuck him in the locker room and no one will hear a thing.”
    My heart dropped out of my body. I could not believe what Jacob suggested. They had always made sexual comments, but never that filthy or nasty. Matthew's smile grew as he heard Jacob's idea.
    “Please—”
    “Shut the fuck up, you little fag!”
    Matthew slammed me against the wall again.
    “PUT HIM THE FUCK DOWN!”
    It was Nick. I immediately thanked God! That was the first time that I’d seen him angry. I re-thanked God for the fact that he was not looking at me. Matthew glanced at him and dropped me on the floor. My two tormentors took a few steps back. They looked like they had just seen the ghost of Christmas past! I had never seen such a look on their faces before. For a moment, I experienced the feeling they must have gotten when they tormented me. I loved that look on them. Matthew tried to explain.
    “Sorry Nick…we…we were just playing around.”
    “Two against one? That's one fucking unfair fight. Why don't you two stand up to me like that?” Nick asked as he stepped forward.
    “No man, we don't want any beef with you,” Jacob answered him.
    “Sink this into your heads. You fuck with him, you fuck with me! Understood?”
    “Yes, Nick. Sorry man!” Matthew called out as they ran down the hallway.
    As I stared at them, I didn’t realize when Nick reached my side and squatted in front of me. I turned to him. On impulse, I hugged him. I felt his warm body against me, his protective embrace, and his masculine but gentle hug. As I came to my senses, I quickly pushed him away. He laughed.
    “Sorry!”
    “It's okay. They really scared you,” Nick reassured me with a smile as he stood up. He stretched out his hand and helped me to my feet. “Now listen to me, if those two ever give you shit again, you tell me. I'll deal with them. Understood?”
    I nodded in