Story: Hidden Love, A High School Tragedy (chapter 1)

Authors: sneekie

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Chapter 1

Title: Freak & Family


Freak, weirdo are the most common words used to describe me, a 16 year old girl at high school. Sure I don’t do myself any favours wearing men’s stripe shirts and mainly second hand clothes, hair pretty much shaved off except for long piece that hangs down front of my face. I mean how else can a girl express her individuality. So the day to day ritual of being picked on, bullied, harassed and the occasional thumping is nothing new to me. Yeh I’m sick of it, you can see why kids go to schools with guns, knives and dream about killing all the kids and teachers you hate. The difference between me and those other kids, I wouldn’t dress up, I’d just go in as every other day except surprise and ‘bang’ their all dead.

The locker next to me slams shut waking me out of my day dream. I shut my locker and looked to my right. There she was, one of the school’s favourite swimmers… Miss popularity, Miss Claire Stevens. All the guys wanted her, heck I wanted her. I smile as she looks in my direction.

“what are you smiling at freak. Don’t even think about speaking to me either”

I closed my mouth before the words could come out and watch her leave. I rest my head against the locker and moan to myself just once I wish she would say something nice to me.

It was my free period and most good nerds go off to the library and read, but I’m not a nerd. Ok I love reading and drama but that doesn’t make me a nerd. I think of myself an explorer so when I first started high school I searched out hidden places where I could be alone. So underneath school is an old boiler room, two accesses one from behind school property, it runs underneath the school. The other door leads out into the library which is blocked by bookcase. So really there is only one entrance and I have the key.

I shut the heavy door behind me and turned the light on. The old engines haven’t been used since new, modern heating was installed ages ago. There was no natural light, only one bulb in middle of room. It gives off an eerie effect when you swing it.

I opened up one of the boilers and pulled out my rug and latest reading. It just happened to be a girlie magazine with P!nk on the front. I have an hour to relax until my next class.

I looked at my watch and growled in annoyance when I heard the heavy door creak open, then closed.

I looked up at the intruder and got to my feet. “Your late” I growled, practically spitting

The figure came into the light and grabbed me stealing a long kiss. She stepped back and laughed “You know I was training Rach”

I could smell the chlorine in her hair as we stayed close “Claire Stevens you drive me nuts, you organise these little sessions and then arrive almost when its time I have to go.”

Claire pulled her top off already exposing her breasts to me “well how about you stop talking and make use of what time me have left darling.”

The words melted my anger and I instantly attached to her perfectly formed breast, biting down on the nipple. The sound of her pants filled the room as I worked up to her lips. We kissed hard, fighting to get each other’s clothes off. I pushed her down and feasted between her legs, she was wet, she always arrived wet from the anticipation of our ‘passion sessions’ as she calls them

“oh Rach, yeh baby that’s it. Oh god I’ve wanted you all day” Claire moaned. She was never very quiet during our sessions.

I licked and drank, chasing her engorged bud around. She burst over my face and clamped her legs trapping me to her pussy. I finally surfaced and we kissed again, she moved on top. She was heavier than me, physically stronger than me….. but I was always more dominant. I held her back

“Rach, fuck sake we don’t have long”

“I know…..” we kissed as she inserted her finger, followed by a second. I clamped down and started riding them. My body reared as she fucked me with her fingers. I was almost there

The sound of the siren was loud indicating change of class. You could hear the feet over head, lockers crashing.

“don’t stop….” I growled

“Rach, come on, stop being greedy” she removed her fingers from my cunt and pushed hard at my clit, forcing my climax. I sat up disappointed at the abrupt ending, but also admiring as she lick her fingers.

“I don’t taste like a pool, do I” I cooed

“No you don’t, but I am going to go down on you one day”

“Yeh yeh, you been promising me that for like since late primary” I got dressed

“blasted, I already used my spare panties” Claire in annoyance

I reached into my bag and pulled out “here you go, and I wash the pair you have there”

Claire threw them at me.

“Ok I have to go” Claire kisses me and starts to leave. I refuse and just hold her, resting my head to her shoulder. Claire wraps her arms “baby…. I really have to go”

Promise me one thing Claire…. “talk to me at the lockers, say something nice just once”

Claire broke the hug “I love you Rach…. You know that but we are in two different culture up there” points to ceiling. “There’s my reputation to keep. I can show you I love you, I can’t do anymore than that. I have to go, same time Friday. I won’t be late, promise” Claire rushes off.

I groan and lean against the wall. Friday…. It was only Tuesday.



End of the day and I emptied my books into my locker and found a little bag waiting for me. I opened it to find my favourite chocolate biscuits. Home made with a note ‘doesn’t he feed you’ I smiled an ate a biscuit. Claire’s in my life, my heart and my locker. I was just leaving when I caught a glimpse of her talking to tje school’s head swimming coach. I stopped and stared, going over what we accomplished earlier that day. I was shoved forward and fell to the ground. I quickly got up and faced the culprit

“I find it really disgusting you staring at Claire, you sick weirdo.” Came growling voice

It was Mark ‘Flipper’ Phillips, the top male swimmer in the school and wanting to get with Claire for a while.

“looking is not a crime, but sampling the product is a different matter. Done any sampling lately Flip-flop” I smile smugly for well knowing Claire would never look twice at him.

I was rammed into the locker, and him in my face “you every talk to me like that again and I will mess you up bitch”

I tried to push him back but he was too strong. “what’s wrong, you going to cry” he flicks my head with his fingers

I gritted my teeth and hissed “no but you are”

I bought my knee up sharp to his groin, the connection could be heard for miles along with his cry. I watched him wither to the ground rocking from side to side, holding his crotch.

People gathered around including teachers, I was taken aside and chastised. I’m bad for sticking up for myself was the lesson of the day from his swimming coach teacher.

“well I’m sure your swimming sensation can swim just as well with out his gonads, cut back the drag I would think. But I don’t know if his balls are big, do you know Mrs Shellman?”

Uh oh! detention after school again, and a meeting with the head principal.

“Now Rachel I know things have been hard since your mother's death” started the principal. I tuned out and fantasized about my next session with Claire

I walked home slowly and hit the door to my house just as it was getting dark. I look at the front lawn, nothing but tall grass, it used to look really nice once... I took a deep breath and walked inside. The family sounds of home would be the radio on, singing and smell of dinner followed by Mum yelling at me to wash up for after school snack.

Mum died just over 12 months ago. I looked into the front room to see the tv on and usual Dad sitting watching it. I bit my lip from seeing the dozen or so beer cans from the day.

I made a start to cook dinner, looked in the freezer, the cupboard and lastly fridge. “You said you were going to do the shopping today Dad, there is nothing to eat” I yelled.

“Dad I said”

I heard him move and went pale as I saw him in the door way sneering “I’m sorry I don’t remember you being in charge around here.”

I dropped my eyes “Dad I know it's hard, but I can’t do this alone, I can’t take care of all of this”

“Nobody asked you to do a fucking thing” he spat

“No.. cos like there are heaps of people waiting to do it for you” I returned

I hit the side of the cupboard and fell to the floor. I saw the drops of blood fall onto my pants. I ran upstairs to my room slamming the door.

Few hours later I had finished the last of the biscuits Claire had made and continued on with my homework. I heard the sounds of Dad coming up the stairs and froze. I relaxed as he seemed to walk on passed my room.

Just as I was about to continue writing the door opened and he walked in. I jumped out of my seat and put the chair between us.

“Honey I’m so sorry, I never meant to hit you.”

The same thing he always says after he hit me.

“It’s ok Dad, it wasn’t that bad, look I have to get this report done by tomorrow.”

He didn’t leave and I could feel my skin crawling. He stepped closer and held out his arms to hug me. He held me tightly “I’m so sorry, since your mother died, I will improve. You just remind me so much of her.”

His hand started to wander around my back and moved to the front of me. I tried to resist “Dad don’t,... please, stop”

He held me tighter and placed kisses on my neck hard, as he grabbed my breast. With all the force I could push him back and bolted from the house.

School next day at the locker I grabbed my books and smiled at the flower left behind by Claire. I felt eyes next to me so I glanced at her. Claire looked at my swollen nose followed by the bruise on my neck. I pulled up the collar of my shirt and slammed locker closed leaving for class. She was never going to ask how I was, not in front of her peers

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