Christophe Roadman knew only one thing: he wanted to be cool more than anything else in the world. If only he were popular, maybe last year's foreign exchange student, this year's current quarterback's personal slut Anna Blogoivichaisk, would finally notice him. Despite the mounds of hair gel stolen from his older brother and leather jacket that was handed down from his grandfather, since they couldn't afford a new one, Christophe's junior year started out just like any other. He was pushed around, teased, beaten, and sodomoized multiple times before even making it to first period. As they say, "Once a nerd, always a nerd". The skinny wrists that often slipped from his two sizes too small jacket alone singled him out like a scarlet letter in the most prestigious High School in the city. In this place if you couldn't put a ball through a hole, or score a touchdown, you were nothing, less than nothing if you weren't associated with someone who did.
In physics class Christophe couldn't help but find himself staring directly at Anna each day, fantasizing her defilement as his show-and-tell project. "'And now, I will demonstrate the flying pile driver!", "For my next feat, prepare to be amazed folks! Goat on the cliff!", he could hear her voice sing his praise so clearly, "Oh! Christophe! I've always loved you Christophe. Christophe! Christophe!"
"Christophe!"
Snap back to reality, drool running down his face and the entire class looking at him dead on. The room bursts into laughter as the students follow his glance and quickly become aware of what he was thinking about. "Are you alright, son?" the professor's voice travels delicately over the booming rumble of ridicule. Roadman made a sort of yelping sound and jumped up from his desk, bolting for the door. In doing so the distinct, though small in diameter, bulge in his hand-me-down corduroy became blatantly obvious. Blood drained from his face as he stopped, glanced at his budding erection twitch and back to the thirty faces looking straight at his crotch wide eyed in the suspenseful calm before the storm. The howl of laughter that was let out was the last thing he heard as his vision faded to black.
This off chemical smell was the first thing he noticed, regaining consciousness in the school's infirmary, whatever that is it couldn't be good with long term exposure. Through a gaze of intense intrusive waves of headache Christophe could see nurse Candy flirting with one of the dads come to pick up their kid. Catching some movement in the corner of her eye she focuses the little attention she has to her junior patient. The recently divorced father behind the counter is noticeably upset. 'Oh, how're you doing sugar?', a conveyed sense of concern yet apathy, the now deeply suicidal kid mumbled on about his head, shy that he was being treated by the hottest nurse he had ever seen outside of his step dad's crusty and rancid smelling pornography collection, hidden as though an afterthought, halfheartedly under a shoebox..'Porn.' He couldn't help but think about it whenever he saw her in the hallways. It was more than just adolescent hormones he was sure. Christophe's depth perception began to fade as the sight of blood dripping from his forehead quickly caught his full attention. 'I'm going downstairs to get a couple things from the vending machine, you want anything honey?'
'Band-Aids.'
Two months later, rumors of the story had distorted that incident into a grotesque crack baby born of incest. Poor Roadman had heard versions leading up to him whipping his dick out, ripping Anna's clothes off, giving her what was referred to affectionately around the school as the cum dumpster and immediately seizing. Wanting more than anything to perform that act on her 'If only...' All and all not much had changed however, he had already been treated as a pariah prior to that social kamikaze and there wasn't much lower he could've gone anyhow. In knitting class he confided in his closest friends Slater and Ernie. 'I don't know how I'm suppose to win her over now' in his usual pathetic manner. Breaking his routine scan outside of the softball player trim, Slater goes on a snarky tone. 'Anna Blogoivichaisk? You still on that, dude? Let's go for pizza after school.' Ernie without looking up from his perfectly crafted scarf, 'Look on the bright side, now she at least knows you exist'
'Not how I want the most popular girl in school to regard me'
i neeeded to rewrite bunch of shit never got around to it. the grandfather was a POW and he got gangbanged for years while wearing the leather jacket. they steal and car have a nice joy ride meet up with some hilarious cops.pull pranks on the jocks. he ends up with the nurse who is actually in the porn industry and (partly cause of the jacket) the ... See Morestory ends with her crawling out of bed to go shoot a gangbang scene. and this will basically be his life for years on end until he's ripped in two at a dolphin carnival, he lives part man part machine fighting crime for a few years, goes bankrupt gets his cybernetic limbs repossessed and dies in an alleyway choking on dick to get his next high pretty much