Chapter 1

Shawn Mathews sighed as he walked up the walkway that leads to the school's main entrance. Danny McKaroski and his cronies were lounging around the gate, as they always do every morning. It was Danny's favorite pastime. Being the biggest bully of the high school, he took it as his god-given duty to terrorize the younger students. His favorite hobby, when he's not beating the shit out of people for kicks, was to guard a particular entrance and rip off lunch money from anyone unlucky enough to catch his eye. And he does it oh-so-well, priding in the fact that not too many escapes. The only times when this maneuver fails is when a passing teacher happen to spot him. But that was very rare. Very rare indeed.

And it just so happens that Shawn was one of his favorite targets. Don't get the wrong idea. Shawn wasn't one of those scrawny types. In fact, he was considered tall for his fifteen years, just two or three inches under the six feet mark. And he was built, or at least built better than most in tenth grade. It's just bad luck that he's extremely introverted. This combination made him a good-looking, big guy who would not fight back when hard-pressed. Or, in other words, the target of choice for bullies. Ever since he started high school year and a half ago, he's been picked on, robbed, and roughed up more times than he can count. Just chalk it up to bad luck.

"Goddamn it," he muttered under his breath. He stood on the concrete walkway, silently contemplating what he should do. There was always the back entrance, or what other Danny's victims called the 'doggy door'. But that was at least another fifteen minutes of walking from here, eight if he ran. It was now five minutes till class starts. He dismissed that idea with a shake. He can't afford another tardy. That would just result in thirty minutes of detention after school, which meant spending half an hour in the same room with McKaroski. That would be counter-productive. No, he would just have to take a chance here.

Shawn spotted a group of sophomores and freshmen heading toward the gate. His luck was getting better, he thought as he rushed to catch up with the cluster. 'Let's just hope that the fucking ass don't notice me' he thought to himself as he tried to blend in. He was not so lucky.

"Hey there, fag," Danny greeted as he picked his favorite target out from the crowd. His friends snickered. "Got change for a five?"

Shawn kept his gaze down as the four surrounded him. The other students, giving thanks to whichever divine deity that favors them, quickly walked past. They knew better than to hang around. In less than a minute, they were alone.

"Let me pass," he muttered with forced determination. "Leave me alone." He tried to maneuver past the one-man barricade.

"Whoa there! I'm just asking for some change, you dumb fuck. See it as a toll for passing my bridge." Shawn maintained his silence, though his nervousness was evident. A strange feeling throbbed in his neck, then gathered in the back of his skull. The sensation was not painful, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either.

The four trolls lost their patience. "Hey! I'm talking to you, moron!" the lead troll called, grabbing his victim's shirt to force eye contact. The savage hand ripped his shirt at the neck, popping off buttons. It was a mistake.

As mocking brown eyes met frightened but angry blue eyes, Shawn felt the strange feeling that had been gathering in his head force itself out of his eyes. The invisible bolt lashed out, striking Danny in the eyes. Shawn physically flinched from the exit, but its effect on the target was more significant.

The bully's eyes widened with fear. It was a heart-stopping fear. With a squeal, he jumped back, lost his balance, and crashed to the ground. Hands paddling, he scrambled backwards until he was a sizable distance away.

To say Shawn was surprised was an understatement. He had never even tried to stand up to the bully before, but he was pleased with the results. "Leave me alone," he repeated, this time with even more conviction.

The grounded tyrant of the high school just laid where he was, mouth gaping with fright. Pointing with a trembling finger, he screamed. "No! Please don't hurt me! Oh god, please don't hurt me!" He got on his knees, grabbing his head as if protecting himself from some invisible blow.

Astonished with what a little strength of mind could do, Shawn decided to push his luck. "Get your ass out of here!" he said.

No reaction came from the trembling and sobbing figure on the pavement.

"Now!" Shawn barked. He took an experimental step forward.

That did the trick. With a shrill shriek, Danny jumped up and ran off as if the devil himself was after him. He quickly disappeared from view, though his frightened cries can still be heard.

Shawn turned and looked at the remaining three with what he hoped was a cold glare. "You guys want some of this as well?"

The sight of their leader backing off unnerved them. Hearing their leader begging for mercy stunned them. Watching their leader scamper off like a beat puppy scared the shit out of them. "Www... we don't want any trouble!" one squeaked as he stepped hesitantly back. The other two followed, nodding feverishly in agreement.

"Then get the hell out of my sight."

The trio

ran off, stumbling and slipping on the wet grass. Shawn would've laughed at their escape if he weren't stunned himself. In less than a minute, he was the only one standing at the gate.

"What the fuck just happened here?" his wondered aloud. He stood silently, his mind trying to absorb the shocking past minutes. The morning breeze picked up, causing his torn shirt to flutter about just like the school flag on the pole beside him. Shawn shivered, but remained rooted.

The bell rang. The loud ringing startled him out of his reverie.

"Shit! I'm fucking late again!" he groaned as he ran for the science building.

"You, Mr. Mathews, are late," the teacher remarked when a winded Shawn appeared in the doorway. "Again, I might add."

Though in good shape and more than able to jog five miles before feeling out of breathe, the thought of spending detention with Danny McKaroski stupefied him. He ran to the wrong building at first, and then recognized his mistake. He ran back with a speed that would've made a cheetah envious, but it was to no avail.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Waters! I got held up, then lost on campus, then... " He stopped, realizing that he had the whole class's attention.

Jessica Waters was a divorced woman of thirty-six, and the divorce had made her cold and bitter. She's been teaching this sophomore biology class for five years, and did it with such bitchiness that she even received a reputation as "Frosty the Snow-Bitch" among other teachers and students alike. But it's not as if she was like this naturally. Years of bad marriage had caused her to basically hate men.

But she was still a woman, and a woman with strong urges on top of that. She's always had an infatuation with teenage boys, but managed to keep herself from acting on them. She had been brought up in a strict, religious family, and that built discipline within her. Still, almost a year without sex was more than a woman could bear. Though taught from childhood to be a mortal sin, countless night were spent with a finger in her wet but frustrated pussy. She was no slouch in the looks department. In fact, she was what most would consider gorgeous. Blond haired, blue-eyed, and with a body that would put most Playboy centerfolds to shame, she could've had any man she wanted. Could have, but didn't want because of the hostility she held toward them.

Shawn Mathews was perhaps one of the few exceptions in her life. She's always been attracted to the big, good-looking, quiet but intelligent types. Ever since he enrolled in her class, he's been the object of her masturbation fantasies. But he was only fifteen, considered untouchable to a woman of thirty-six.

Now he's late to her class again. Not just late, but late in a semi-dressed state as well. His shirt was undone, ripped actually, and it parted with each breathe to reveal a very nicely muscled torso and stomach. She was amazed, and unimaginably turn-on. She never thought that he was built so nicely. Though she didn't want to, she's gonna have to give him after-school detention for excessive tardiness. If she didn't, she would appear soft in front of her class.

"I... I don't want to hear your excuses, Mr. Mathews," she exclaimed, somewhat breathlessly. "I've told you time and time again to be on time, and yet here we are having this conversation once mo..."

Shawn was puzzled. He was aware of the fact that his biology teacher is very attractive. Many of the male students expressed an intense desire to fuck her. He, however, never really found her sexually arousing. In fact, he's never really found any girls sexually arousing. The opposite sex always intimidated him. So why is it that he slowly found himself getting a boner?

Mrs. Waters gulped when she noticed the gradual growth of a bulge in Shawn's jeans. Unless he had something there in his pockets, she estimated him to be big. Very big. Hung, actually. This fifteen-year-old boy was probably the most well endowed of all the men she had seen! She felt herself slowly blushing immensely. She tried to take control of the situation. "I... I'm afraid I'm going to have to assign you detention."

Another strange sensation slowly built up inside him, exactly the same way it had when he confronted Danny McKaroski. The only difference is that this time it originated in his crotch. It grew in intensity, then traveled up his hips, stomach, chest, neck, then finally his skull. And it felt good. Really good. Almost like a massage. 'I wonder if strength of mind would work this time?' he silently pondered. He decided to give it a try. Anything was better than to spend detention with McKaroski.

"Mrs. Waters, I don't think detention is neces... " he called out, trying to get her attention. Her attention, however, was still fixed on his aroused penis. Her ogling was very obvious.

"MRS. WATERS!" he shouted. This time, her eyes shot up to meet his gaze. As soon as her eyes met his, the feeling erupted from his eyes once more. Shivering, he watched hopefully for any unexpected results.

No outward results appeared this time, though Mrs. Waters did actually quickened her breathing. He was disappointed. 'Better get ready for an ass kicking after school, ' he thought to himself.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh!"

The sudden noise caught his attention. He watched in amazement as Mrs. Waters, with no subtlety whatsoever, reached under the desk with her left hand. She continued to stare at him for a minute, her shoulders trembling. Her breathing accelerated to the point of hyperventilating. Then, she suddenly shouted. "Tha... that's it, young man! Naaa... no one shouts at me in mmmm... my class!" she closed her eyes and paused, apparently trying to catch her breath.

'What's this?' he wondered, suddenly very interested in what she has to say.

Her eyes opened once again, this time it held a gleam so intense that it scared him. It reminded him of the eyes of a rabid dog that had once tried to attack him.

"No amount of detention can make up for this offense! I will see you after school, Mr. Mathews!" she growled in a low menacing tone. It scared the hell out of him. Detention, all of the sudden, seemed very welcoming.

"With all du... due respect, Mrs. Waters... " he started, stumbling over an apology.

"NO MORE OUT OF YOU, MR. MATHEWS!" she screamed. "YOU WILL TAKE YOUR SEAT THIS INSTANCE OR I WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE APPROPRIATE ACTIONS!"

To save what appeared to be on stake ('My life' he thought.), he walked silently but swiftly to his seat. As he walked down the aisle of tables and chairs, he could feel a burning sensation on his back. It originated from the teacher's desk. He took his seat.

The class was deathly silent. Slowly, Mrs. Waters appeared to have calmed down. "Class, open your textbook and turn to page... "

Lisa Donnelly, a cheerleader friend of his foster sister's, turned around and stared at him. "Shawn, you are in for some deep shit."

I groaned. 'That is the understatement of the year, ' he thought. He expected more than enough intelligence to see something this obvious, even if it's Lisa. The typical blond and big-breasted cheerleader fit the stereotype perfectly. From what could found out from Karen, his foster sister, she was as dumb as they come. In fact, she was so dumb...

His mind froze when he felt another tingling sensation starting deep in his crotch. It was exactly identical to the one he felt when confronting Mrs. Waters. He looked at Lisa, but found her gaze wondering to his revealed chest and stomach. Her eyes stopped at his crotch, where his desk blocked her view off.

Shawn quickly averted his eyes when he saw Lisa return her gaze to his face. 'This strength of mind thing has already gotten me into enough trouble' he thought. 'No more eyes confrontations for me'

The rest of first period pasted by like a flash. No further surprises came out. When the bell rang, he squeezed into a group of students, and tried to file past Mrs. Waters before she noticed. He thought he had succeeded, but she whispered to him when I rushed by.

"See you after school, Mr. Mathews," she murmured. The voice, low and oozing with sexuality, caused him to turn around and stare at her. Her eyes, slanted cat-like, hinted of the promises to come.

"Don't be late." The voice was one of a seductress.

Shawn Mathews was afraid as he stood just outside of Mrs. Waters's classroom. That is not be astonishing, considering the bewilderment he should be feeling. But true fear was something he was not used to. No, his childhood had made him almost fearless.

His parents passed away when he was but five. He didn't have many memories of them, but what little he had suggested to him that he was very loved. Images of loving arms hugging him, a room filled with toys, and kind faces dominated many of his dreams. But that dream was interrupted when he neared the age of six.

The details of that night were very blurry. All he remembered was various people with melting eyes. He was taken away be a stern-looking but nonetheless very nice woman. He remembered spending one night of tender loving care.

That was the last feeling of being loved.

His uncle and aunt took him in. Being the only other faces he knew beside his momma and papa, he felt relaxed. But it was not meant to be.

Truth be told, his uncle and aunt were not very nice people. They had ugly expressions on their faces whenever he asked about his parents. What he distinctively remembered was a remark like "that conniving bastard and that whore-wife of his". His tender mind didn't know what it meant, but he knew it wasn't good. He knew it wasn't good because whenever he heard those words he would fall into a very black hole. The hole was filled with various feelings, but most were very painful. He remembered not being able to walk for many long times. He remembered a long thing, like the tail of his favorite puppy, touching him on his body. It wasn't the gentle brushing he associated with Brownie. No, it was more like the time when he had a boo-boo on his wheels and his momma, with melting eyes, splashed some wet thing on him. It was a burning feeling, but immediately a cold, biting feeling. Actually, it wasn't like that either. It was repeated many, many times, and no melting eyes and warm hugs afterwards. And no boo-boo caused it. It was as frequent as a crushing feeling just like when his papa hugged him with "Look at my big boy! He's growing up to be so strong! I'm so proud!", though silent and not gentle and no ending to the breathlessness before he fell into the black hole again.

This parade of bad feelings continued everyday. He would try to be what he remembered his momma would describe as "a good, good boy", but it didn't help. Then he discovered that he didn't hurt as much when he remained silent and out of sight. He began to not answer question, not even ones about the hurts he had. He began to scamper away into hiding whenever someone walked toward him funny. It was a childhood of lovelessness, hopelessness, loneliness, and, of course, that always present feeling of pain.

But all that changed the day when his teacher held a class party for his ninth birthday.

That same stern but kind woman from so long ago appeared again. Since that was the only person he could remember before the darkness, he only avoided her a little bit. She took the hurt away, and he thought she would become his new mommy. But she only took him to another place. This place had a woman and a long-haired version of him. This woman, though unfamiliar, was very nice. As nice as his first mommy, in fact. She said she was Elizabeth, and that she would love him forever. Not believing her, he quickly fell into the pattern of silence and avoidance again. She tried to give him toys like the ones he remember from so long ago, hugs and kisses like the ones he remember from so long ago. But he still avoided her. He finally believed her about a month later.

He came home one day from elementary school, bruised and hurting like he always did. He was use to it. The schoolhouse was like his uncle and aunt, only it didn't hurt as much. He tried to hide what he can, but this time it was his eyes that hurt. She was screaming, and asked about the hurts. He tried to mumble something, but his nose wasn't working right and he could only gasp. He remembered her gathering him into her arms with melting eyes, and held him tightly. He could feel the thumping of her heart, and it was just like his first mommy. Then she took him somewhere big and white. It was the first time anyone in three years that someone TOOK the hurt away. It was then that he decided it was ok to love Elizabeth and the long-haired girl Karen.