Monday, October 03, 2005

No title, just a story; or the start of one.

"Hey Fifi."
That was all I had been hearing for the past three weeks at school. Always from the boys, never the girls thank goodness - it was always some guy calling me Fifi. In classes, at lunch, going home... bloody Fifi.
I had no idea who the guy was who'd started it; it just seemed to be some instantaneous thing. Okay, maybe I was a bit of a soft guy - didn't speak much, didn't like sports, kind of sensitive, and thankfully had pulled off an excusal from the thing thanks to my bad feet - but I was hardly a dandy. But there they were, going Fifi all the time. Why I didn't try and beat them up, I don't know.
I glared at Anderson, grinning at me from under his glasses and handing me a note. As he ran away I opened it up.

If you want them to stop teasing you, meet me on the playing field 5:30pm.

No signature on it; and it was typed out, so I couldn't even guess from the handwriting. Still, it wasn't like I didn't have anything better to do. And if worst came to worst, I knew I could run pretty damn fast when I had to...

* * * * * * * * * * *

I don't like being late for anything, even exams. I got on the sports field behind the school at 5:28, figuring I'd probably be kept waiting for -
"Hey, Victor."
I tensed up on recognising that voice. It was Bradley; he was one of the more persistent members of the Fifi Brigade. And smug with it. And wherever he was, his friends were sure to go... he saw in my eyes that I was about to run.

"It's not a trap, man," he said quietly.
From his eyes, I could tell he wasn't kidding. Still, what did he want with me? Was he going to make me part of some fantastic plan? Was he going to tell me that he'd been bullied too and tell me how to get my own back? Was he -
"I can get those guys off your back no trouble," he told me.
"But it'll cost me, right?"
"I don't want your money, Victor," Bradley laughed. "I just want to tell you something. And then for you to do me a favour. That's why I wanted it out here, so no one would find out about us."
"What do you mean, us? And what did you want to tell me?"
"I mean me and... the other guys. We think you've got a lovely ass."
This caught me offguard, and I edged away a bit. But only a bit.

"The way you keep walking around here, wiggling it like a girl... that's why we keep calling you Fifi all the time. You talk like a boy, but you move like a girl."
"And you want me to stop?" I asked.

Bradley came closer to me. "I want you. Just once, and they'll never bug you again." He put a hand on my shoulder and smiled a little.
I looked back at my former tormentor and gulped a little. "Just one time?"
"Just once. Unless you change your mind..."
"That won't happen," I lied, although I didn't know it yet.


The Archivist said...

Well written, Victor! I'm a little surprised this is in first person, though - I'm used to reading stuff from you in the third person. Why the change?

MuffinMan said...

Very intriguing...looking forward to the rest! :))

Cindylover1969 said...

KS - I only write in the first person if I feel it demands it. This is kind of a personal thing for me.

The Archivist said...


Alright, then.