Young Love Is Such Dumb Love.

Friday morning was freezing cold, there was frost covering every surface outside and although it looked pretty Matt was damn sure he didn’t want to go out there, he stared out of the kitchen window with a mug of tea in his hands, dreading when the time came to leave for school. He had taken the precaution of wearing a t-shirt under his school shirt today, even if it was against the rules he didn’t much care, he’d rather be breaking the rules than freezing his nipples off.

At 8.40 there was a jaunty knock on the front door, Matt chucked his mug into the sink and headed for the door, he grabbed his bag from the stairs and yanked the door open, Moose was waiting for me, his breath misting in front of his face.

‘All right mate?’ Matt greeted as he stepped out of the house.

‘Yeah, how was detention last night?’ Moose asked as they turned left on the path and headed off to school.

‘Alright, it wasn’t really a detention, White just told us that she didn’t really care what happened,’ Matt paused ‘It was kinda weird really’ he ran his fingers though his hair and tucked some stray strands behind his ears to keep it off his face.

‘Oh, fair enough’ Moose mumbled shrugging.

‘Yeah, it was fine, I don’t wanna do it again but it wasn’t painful, I guess’ Matt added.
After that the talked changed to music, which was something they were always discussing, Moose was explaining, track by track the genius of the new Anthrax album, which Matt hadn’t heard yet, he didn’t have enough money to get the CD himself.

Matt groaned as they entered the school site, it would be 7 hours until he was free for the weekend, they had plans for a boozy weekend at Padge’s because his parents were away.

‘What you got first?’ Moose asked as they headed into the English block for morning tutor.

‘I’ve got fucking P.E’ Matt grumbled, he hoped it would be indoor sports today and not cross country.

‘Bad times mate, you’re gonna freeze your cock off’ Moose replied laughing as they entered tutor base and took their seats at the back.

‘Why are you worried about my cock?’ Matt said laughing and punching Moose’s arm.

‘We’re all worried about your cock, Matt’ their friend Adam chipped in, a smirk plastered all over his face.

‘And let’s face it, seeing as its been inside half of Bridgend’s female population you should be worried about it as well!’ Moose added laughing.

Matt rolled his eyes and sat in silence, Moose and Adam started talking about some piece of work for their electronics class.

Matt sadly knew that Moose was right, he had slept with far too many girls but he couldn’t exactly help if they threw themselves, anyway Moose was probably just jealous, he never got girls and Matt got them all.

Tutor was pointless, like it always was, the register was called and announcements were read out, no one them concerned or interested Matt so he just didn’t listen, instead he stared out at the frozen football field, where he hopefully wouldn’t running around in 10 minutes.
The class were dismissed and Matt, Moose and Adam went their separate ways, Adam to the top floor for French, Moose to the Humanities block for History and Matt headed across the quad to the sports block.

He was met with an overwhelming smell of old sweat and damp clothes, he wrinkled his nose and disappeared into the changing rooms, where the smell only got worse. In there already were three guys Matt hated with all his heart, they loved nothing more than to take the piss out of Matt and his friends because they looked different to just about everyone else at Bridgend High School.

The three noticed him as soon as he walked in and took his spot on the benches. They seemed okay with leaving him alone to start, that was until Matt started to undress, he knew he was a lot skinner than those guys, they played rugby and Matt played guitar, the two didn’t really compete.

‘You alright pussy boy?’ one of them taunted from across the room, there was now more people in there but everyone knew they were talking to Matt, he just ignored them, pulling his shirt over his head and chucking it down on the bench, he was now just wearing is Iron Maiden t-shirt and his black boxer shorts, he had never been more of a target.

‘Oi, pussy, I’m fucking talking to you’ the same guy yelled, there was a small ripple of laughter, no one else was about to stand up for Matt least they become the taunted.
Matt took a deep breath and turned to face the guys, he raised one eyebrow at them and smirked.

‘Yeah, can I help you?’ he asked sarcastically.

‘Yeah you can get out of my fucking sight you cock sucker’ he said, laughing to himself. Matt tried to under where the humour was in that statement, Matt shook his head and turned back around to carry on getting changed, he pulled his lose jogging bottoms up over his slim legs before pulling off his Iron Maiden t-shirt and replacing it with his plan white sport shirt.

‘Iron Maiden, are they one of those pussy gay bands that fags listen too?’ one of the rugby said in carrying whisper, Matt rolled his eyes and threw his clothes into his back pack.

‘Hey, pussy, do Iron Maiden understand you cos no one else does?’ they taunted, Matt took another deep breath, he would ignore them, he wouldn’t rise to the bait. After quickly tying back his hair he left the room, more taunts of ‘pussy’ and ‘fag’ ringing in his ears.

Once in the foyer Matt stood away from most of the other boys waiting to be told were they were going to be, he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot, one of the guys from his woodwork class came and stood beside him, the kid was pretty nondescript, just another nameless kid lost in the madness of secondary school.

‘Hey Matt’ he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

‘Hi’ Matt replied unenthusiastically, it’s not that he didn’t like the kid, he just didn’t want to make small talk right now.

‘So, how are you?’ he asked.

‘I’m okay Max, how are you?’ Matt replied, forcing himself to be polite.

‘Oh, I’m great thanks!’ Max replied excitedly, perhaps he was just happy to have someone to talk to.

Their conversation dried up almost straight away, they didn’t actually have anything in common, they just stood in silence, waiting for instruction. Once everyone was out of the changing rooms the teacher appeared from the staff room, he was wearing an all grey shell suit and a miserable expression.

‘Today we’re gonna be in the hall playing basketball, we’ve got to share it with the girls so try and act like human beings for once’ he drawled, glancing over at the rugby lads who all smirked.

Matt sighed, sharing the hall with the girls might not have been a bad thing for some but for him it was a nightmare, he looked like a total tool in his P.E kit and he knew it, as they trooped into the hall there was an eruption of giggles from the other end where the girls were playing netball, Matt kept his head down and tried not to draw attention to himself. They were sorted into teams and a few games were set up, Matt was able to sit out of the first game which gave him plenty of time to watch the girls out of the corner of his eye.

He noticed two of them that he 'knew' and by knew he meant had 'slept with', one he had gone out with for a few weeks and the other was just a drunken one night stand, neither of them he cared about anymore and he was sure they didn’t think much to him either.

‘Mr Tuck, eyes on the game please’ his teacher called, Matt turned his eyes forward and glared at him, the three rugby twats shared evil smirks, no doubt thinking up some clever taunt to hit him with after class.

Matt tried to concentrate on the basketball but soon became bored, he didn’t really care who was winning or what tactics were being used, he’d much rather watch the girls.

Someone else caught his eye this time, her long black hair reached almost halfway down her back and shimmered every time she moved, she had a pert ass and a slim waist, Matt cocked one eyebrow, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on that arse, he wondered who she was, he didn’t recognise her from behind, maybe she was fuck ugly and that was why he’d never paid her attention before.

Someone yelled her name and she turned around, Matt’s jaw dropped, Morgan, oh just his luck that it would be her, Matt growled under his breath. He’d never noticed her body before, maybe that was because he was too busy being angry with her stuck up personality.

She seemed to feel him looking, she turned her eyes to his and met his gaze, she offered a half smile to him before turning away and carrying on with her own game.

‘Right next team up’ the teacher yelled, blowing hard on his whistle, Matt, lumbered to his feet and took his position on the court, he mostly did nothing during the game, no one threw him the ball and he did nothing to try and get possession of it, he just let the others play, while he stood there, looking and feeling awkward.

Matt’s team lost the game, no thanks to him of course, so Matt was able to sit out again, once again he found his eyes drawn to the girls end of the hall, where Morgan also was sitting out of the action. He watched her while she stood talking to a group of other girls, he hadn’t noticed before just how long her legs where, it looked like there were miles of creamy white flesh appearing from her little black gym shorts.

Matt licked his lips, no matter how annoying she was she did have a lovely body that sadly spent most of its time hidden under her bulky, ugly school uniform.

‘Hey faggot’ Matt heard one of the rugby boys voice from the other side of him. Matt sighed heavily and rolled his eyes.

‘What do you want?’ Matt replied, turning to face him.

‘Why are you looking at the girls when really you’re a fucking homo?’ he asked smiling and punching Matt hard on the leg, he felt his leg go numb straight away but he kept his face neutral.

‘Just fuck off, dick’ Matt replied, shifting away from him down the bench. They seemed to lose interest in Matt for a little while and start to ogle at the girls, calling insults at the ones they didn’t like the look of and discussing loudly what they’d like to do to ones they did like.
Matt sat there, feeling uncomfortable, he might have been a bit of a womaniser but he still had some respect.

‘Hey what about that one’ one of the said, pointing at Morgan, Matt tried not to listen, he didn’t want to know what they’d do to her.

‘Eh, she’d alright, I wouldn’t mind a blow job off her but I probably wouldn’t fuck her’ one of them said offhandedly.

‘I wouldn’t fucking touch her, do you know how her cousin is?’ another said.

‘What does it matter who she’s related too as long as she’ll get down on her knees I don’t give a fuck’ the other replied.

Matt felt himself getting angrier, not because he cared about Morgan or anything but they were just being downright rude, he clicked his tongue and took a deep breath, he wanted to smack them but it wouldn’t do him any good.

‘I’d probably fuck ‘er but I’d have to drunk first’ the third one added.

‘Why don’t you all just shut the fuck up?’ Matt spat, rounding on the three guys, glaring at them.

‘Touched a raw nerve pussy?’ one of them replied smirking.

‘No, I’m just sick of your voices’ Matt replied.

‘Fuck off pussy’ was all they managed to come up with. Matt rolled his eyes and looked away, glancing back at Morgan for just a second, she had no idea that she was being discussed in such a degrading way, if she’d have known there would have been hell to pay, Matt was sure of it.

When class came to an end Matt was the first out of the gym doors and into the changing room, he changed as quickly as humanly possible, avoiding the rugby guys like the plague.
Matt dragged his body off French, counting down the hours now until he was free for the weekend. Throughout the day Matt couldn’t get is mind of how beautiful and long Morgan’s legs had looked in her short shorts.

Matt smirked to himself as he pretended to translate verbs, those shorts might have look good on Morgan but they would look a lot better on his bedroom floor.