The day went past in a blur. New people, new places, new experiences, new self. Scott Parker, fresh from New Jersey to stay with his cousin Jamie. As he had been introduced to his class, Timmy had felt the admiring glances of his classmates. Girls who had been chatting disinterestedly as he walked into the class were now propped up and paying attention. Scott smiled warmly back. The jocks at the back of the classroom were sizing the new kid out. He looked like he had a good body, might be a decent player on the football pitch. The girls liked the look of his body too. Scott felt acknowledged and accepted, albeit tentatively. He just wished that he wasn’t wearing this stupid uniform. The guys at the back of the class looked so cool and Scott just felt like a big dork. At least they hadn’t placed him in Jamie’s class. By the end of the day his tie and blazer were gone. His shirt untucked and unbuttoned so that a slither of his beautiful hairless physique was on show underneath. As he walked over to his brother, standing waiting for him at the school gates at the end of the day, a couple of his new buddies walked with him. They wanted him to hang around for the practice after school, introduce him to coach.
Jamie looked over anxiously. He recognised a few of the guys Timmy was with. They’d been in the gang that had chased him to the locker room only a few days ago. Timmy’s speech to his little brother was quick and blunt. He didn’t want to say anything which would show him up in front of his new friends.
“I’m hanging around school. Going to football practice.”
His new jock friends kept their distance behind, so that what Timmy’s words remained just out of hearing. But Jamie couldn’t help feeling intimidated by their presence as they laughed loudly over a shared joke, probably at his expense.
“Timmy, you can’t. You have to go home now, and you can’t walk back on your own.”
”Why not?”
”It’s dangerous.”
”I’m not a little kid anymore.”
Jamie found it hard to argue with that, but he did.
"Yes you are Timmy. These changes, they're not real. It's not the real you"
“Fuck off Jamie.”
Jamie didn’t even know where Timmy had learnt language like that. It shocked him to hear it, somehow he still expected his little brother to act like the sweet little boy he had been a few days ago. Now there was a hardness and an edge about him as he defied his older brother
Suddenly the jocks were around the pair.
“What’s the hold up man? What you wasting your time on this little shit for?”
”He’s my….cousin.”
”Man.”
Jamie was virtually trembling in fear, but he knew he couldn’t let Timmy hang around with these dumb assholes much longer. He started to raise a final objection – “Timmy…”
But one of the jocks cut him short “Fuck off little squirt. Scott – our main man here is coming to football practice with us. Why don’t you run off and do your homework like a good little queer.” More laughter. Timmy didn’t say a word, but there might have been a smidgen of a smile forming on his full handsome lips.