Bitter Pill(Undeserved)

CHAPTER 13*Inbetween*

"What?"

I squeaked out in surprise at his statement my mind jolting awake from whatever hold he had against me as I pushed away from him staring at him with wide eyes that seem about to pop off from their socket.  

If I had the slightest idea that Trevor wasn't only a bully but a creep,

, I would have a look for the opportunity to bolt out of this situation before it got this worse. 

Having his crotch pressing my front against the sink was one thing to endure. His breathing purposely fanning my ear was another thing entirely; his rough fingers trailing along my face sent a different kind of feeling all over my body.

This instance being the first time in years that I've had physical contact with anyone aside from Jaidyn it was hard refraining myself from making embarrassing noise that I held my breath all through the time he had his hands on me.  

"What's got your panties in a twist pretty boy, we are both guys remember. don't worry; I don't plan on doing anything more than confirming if your genitals is that of a boy." 

Trevor tells, approaching me, and I backs away from him, shaking my head, letting him see my face took all the courage I have in this world.

I know what I look like behind the bangs and the hood and I wasn't exactly proud of my face, being gay was one thing to deal with then having a face that could pass as that of a female is something I wish to hide from the public as much as I can. 

Even on Sundays no matter what I wear for church service, I always have my hoodie on to cover half of my face even my parents as strict as they are, had to deal with the fact that I didn't want my face seen.

"No, No. Can't happen." 

I say backing away from him seeing the seriousness on his face,  but instead, he laughs, stopping his steps momentarily.  

"You see It wasn't a request. So your approval means nothing. If I were you, I wouldn't even try to stop me. I am sure Bryce would be thrilled to know some of the things we both know." 

Trevor says talking one step forward with each word and my step falters, my movement coming to a sudden stop. 

My face pales, and it seems as though my eyes would pop out of their socket the second time in the last thirty minutes.

How did he know about Bryce? What does he know? Did he catch me ogling shirtless Bryce,  Various thoughts invaded my mind as I frantically search his eyes for a sign that he was joking, but the cynical grin on Trevor's face confirmed my fears, he knows?

"I guess that's a yes."

 Trevors says with a smile, and I gulped hard as he stopped in front of my trembling form the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the spot being the Urinal cubicle I leaned on for support. 

 Trevors says with a smile, and I gulped hard as he stopped in front of my trembling form the only thing keeping me from collapsing on the spot being the Urinal cubicle I leaned on for support. 

"There is no need for you to fear really, I keep to promises for today I only need confirmation of your gender. So keep still, and this will all be over before you know it." 

Trevor says, pulling me forward and my body collides with his, he smiles eerily at me, and I felt like I would spill my gut if I don't control myself. 

"Now I am going to touch and feel for your genital and I'll advise you don't pull away or try to push, or this might get nasty which I was hoping we won't have to go that far."

 Trevor says, and I nod numbly, I don't know what to feel, a part of me was scared out of my mind, and one tiny part was anxious for the feels of his rough hands on my body part.  

I closed my eyes, my breath hitching as Trevor's hands grab my asscheek, taking me by surprise, I didn't expect him to be that forward with his actions. 

He caresses my asscheek slowly humming as he performs the action and I bite on my tongue to stop myself from moaning out shamelessly. 

I'm not too fond of every bit of his touch on me, but my body had to react like every other hormonal teenager out there. 

I couldn't blame my hormones despite my attractiveness to me, this is the first for me, having a guy's hand on my body doing as they pleased.

Not once in my wildest thoughts did I ever imagine finding myself in such an embarrassing situation fondled by a man in the school restroom. 

I knew a time in point would come when I would eventually get intimate with a man. Still, I had always envisioned myself being in the arms of my lover, preferably married at that point and far from here. 

"Your arse, it is plump, I am almost convinced to think you're a girl. Your arse feels so soft despite the fabric it's a pity I don't find men attractive, the thought of it disgusts me." 

Trevor comments with disdain and my stomach churn at the amount of disgust lacing his voice, and he sounds almost like my parents.

 He chuckles lowly letting go of my asscheek, and I released a long-held breath, thinking I was free to go.

"Not so soon princess,"

Trevor says as his free hand traces the nape of my neck, my heart beats at a swift pace, the lower his hand got, the harder my breathing became, Travis, places his hand in front of crotch-grabbing his and I inhaled.

"Oh I can't feel a thing, are you sure there is something down there.?"

Travis mocks, and I nod subconsciously, he laughs like someone who has lost before dipping his hands into my pants and grabs my manhood. 

I clamp my teeth down on my tongue forcing my self to keep till to prevent any embarrassing sound from escaping my mouth, but as much as I tried hard to stay still, I couldn't stop the pace of my heartbeat neither could I stop the tremor coursing through my body. 

The more extended Travis hand remained on my manhood, the harder I trembled rendering silent prayers to God that my hormones do not act up. 

Jaidyn sees me na*ked most times which I don't mind but never has anyone else seen me na*ked or even touch my private parts. 

Yet here I am with a teenager one year older than I am with his hands in my pants feeling me and he isn't even gay.

My mind raced back to the words Trevor said a few seconds ago about being disgusted with the idea of being attracted to another man and bile rose to my throat.

What I was letting Trevor a straight boy do to my body was the perfect definition of disgust and dirty, my closed eyes filled with tears as the idea ran through my mind and I strongly willed myself not to cry. 

Trevor chuckles to himself as he withdraws his hand from my pants and I the faucet of the sink open which means he's gone to wash his hands. 

"Had to wash you off my hand, lucky for you, you're a boy although not 100% at least you have the genitals of a boy yet your face remains that of a girl. I guess I won't need to out you for being a pretender to the whole school, for the mean having the right to keep your secrets and of course your mini freedom." 

Trevor says with a low chuckle, he pats my cheek gently, and I still had my eyes tightly shut, while I thought he was on his way out hard smack land on my asscheek making me yelp and jump in place. 

Trevor laughs loud before  I hear his retreating footsteps and the knob turning, I made to release the breath I've been holding when I listened to his voice again.

"Wait for me after school." 

He says, I already had my head lowered in shame, and when I hear the door to the restroom open and close, I release the breath I've been holding, and my eyes snap open. 

I walk to the mirror in silence, staring at my reflection, I know what I look like behind the bangs and the hoodie.

I see my reflection almost every day even if I avoid looking into the mirror in my bathroom, but sometimes I still see.

I see a face that isn't mine, a look not proper for a boy.

I know the societal beauty standard for men, and my face sadly does not fall in such category, it would have been easier to fall under the female spectrum, but unfortunately, I have male genitals which makes me ineligible.

And the only feeling flowing through my entire body was that of shame and disgusts knowing I belong nowhere with the men or the women I am just something in between more like confusion.

Forcing back my unshed tears, because I decided crying over something so little is pointless.

Even if I cry, it doesn't turn back the hand of time either will it change the mysterious hatred Trevor has for me. 

Heaving a sigh, I hook my belt back in place, picking up my back that laid in the same position since all everything began.

I sling it over my shoulder after making sure my bang is covering my eyes, I draw the hood of my hoodie over my head, bringing much lower to cover half of my face. 

With my head down and my eyes staring at the floor, I make my way to my history class knowing I missed a lot from the course already. 

Somehow as I walked through the hallway, I was more conscious of the students lingering around or walking together.

It felt like I was being, watched and I would strain my ears if I could hear what they were whispering about, this being something I never did and I know my encounter with Trevor is starting to mess with my head now.

But I can't help but feel the paranoia that perhaps he already told someone about what he just uncovered in the bathroom. 

What would the students do once they discover what I look like? Should I even ask the question because I already know what would happen,, they would make fun of me. 

Call me names probably beat me up for having a different facial feature, and they would jest me for looking effeminate, yet they would fail to realise that I didn't exactly get the chance of choosing what I want to look like before I was born. 

Breathing in slow and steady for a few minutes to calm my nerves, I push open the door to my history, and all attention turned one me. 

Our History teacher stopped talking, and as for the students, their heads was turned to me, all eyes on me.

"Mr Corkkett, mind sharing with the class why you're late." 

My History teacher questioned, and I remain silent. Do I want to tell a class full of a bunch of hormonal judgemental teenagers about my ordeal? 

The answer is no, so I decided I should stay quiet during my teacher, rants and nag. 

"I believe I am talking to you, Mr Corkket."

My history teacher says one more time, but I kept my head in place my eyes fixated on the floor as I waited patiently for his next words. 

"Fine, since that's how you want it, detention for two weeks you may go to your seat." 

My history teacher says, and I nod, walking to my seat in slow strides. I know I did nothing to deserve the two-week detention, but there was no point in arguing with the teacher, either way, she would get what she wants. 

I plump on my seat heaving a sigh and once again, my mind finds it way back to thoughts of Trevor and why he wants me to wait for him after school.