Bambi groaned and stretched his body as he turned to his left side, grabbing his phone and squinted when he turned it on seeing the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright light, he looked to see what the time and date was and grimaced as he saw the date, February 14, 2014. The curly haired boy hated Valentines Day. He hated how couples were everywhere. He hated how every non-single person were just flaunting their relationship to the singles. He hated that couples thought that Valentine's Day was the only day for couples to show their love for each other. He especially hated the fact that everyone was just so goddamn happy.
The curly haired boy didn't always dislike Valentines Day. He didn't always used to scoff at the couples smiling at each other on the street, and he didn't mind seeing the color red. He used to like Valentines Day and he thought that it was a sweet and cute holiday. He liked staying up the night before with his mother, writing cards for his whole class. He liked coming home from school to read the nice cards that the other classmates wrote about him and he really liked eating the chocolate and other candy that was shared with him. This all changed when he started to hang out with his new found friends. Nick and the others thought that Valentines Day was stupid and was a crappy holiday, and wanting friends, Bambi went along with the assumption and pretended to hate Valentines Day, for them, for Nick.
But the main reason why the brunette hates Valentine's Day was because of two years ago, February 14, 2012. He didn't even try pretending to hate it, hate and sorrow had already filled his heart. He even broke down crying last Valentines Day as the horrible memories filled his mind.
"Yo B. Want one?" the ring leader, Nick, asked as he shoved a pack of cigarettes in the curly boy's face. The brunette didn't want to look like a pussy in front of the other male so he took one of the cigarettes in his hand and waited for the other boy to light it up, so Bambi could suck it in.
He doesn't necessarily like the way the smoke fills up in his lungs and burns them, but if it's getting himself kudos from his friends, then he's okay. He's been doing a lot of things to make the others happy and proud. He's been lying, cheating, skipping classes, been smoking cigarettes, been smoking pot, been out clubbing and partying, been screwing around with girls. He's been so sneaky that his father hadn't even noticed it, or maybe he did and just didn't care to talk to him about it.
"Since it's Valentines Day today, we should celebrate this holiday by going to the club tonight" Nick said randomly, causing the everyone in the group, Bambi included, to look at him and they all nodded in agreement. No one could pass up clubbing. They were all around the ages of seventeen to eighteen years old, while Bambi was only fourteen, though for a fourteen year old, he was quite tall and muscular, so it wasn't hard for the whole group, even Bambi, to fool the bodyguards with fake IDs.
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Already after drinking six shots, the curly haired boy was pissed drunk and was currently grinding some half naked lady on the dance floor. His hands were on her waist and she was grinding her ass down his crotch, making it stir as friction was created. He groaned at his he felt his prick harden and he rolled his body against hers to feel more. Bambi felt himself being pulled away and when he was pulled back into the bar, he turned around angrily and saw Nick. "What the fuck Nick? I was gonna get some" Bambi said pissed off that the older boy was being a cockblock. He put his hands angrily on his hips, demanding some sort of response from the other male. He saw Nick's face turn into a blood curling smile, and the green eyed boy felt scared for a second. "You're such a pretty boy" Nick murmured, coming closer to the younger boy, his hand caressing Bambi's cheek.
Bambi was now pretty weirded out, wondering why Nick was being like this, why he was acting this way. "H-hey Nick. It's alright man, lemme just go back to the girl" the curly haired boy replied a bit tentatively as he tried to turn his head back to the girl, but couldn't because the older boy had a strong grip on his jaw, making him whimper from the pain. "You don't need her. You have other options." the older boy said, whispering into his ear, growling slightly.
The older boy started to drag the younger boy into the bathroom stalls and Bambi started panicking, not knowing what the older boy had planned, and started to kick and scream, though it was useless with the loud music playing. He suddenly felt a sharp pain and immediately brought one of hands to his cheek, realizing that he had just been slapped. "You'll get more than just a slap, if you don't behave" Nick growled, tightening his grip on the brunette's arm as they made their way through the crowd and into the empty bathroom, the older boy locking it as they got inside.
Nick checked underneath the stalls to see if anyone was there and found that it was only him and Bambi. Nick quickly walked towards Bambi, who was trying to back up to get away. Bambi suddenly felt a pair of lips kissing his own, and Bambi didn't move. The sudden realization came to him that a guy was kissing him. A guy, not a girl, but a guy. He quickly turned his head to the side, not wanting to kiss Nick, only to receive another slap on his cheek. "Don't you fucking turn your head away from me" Nick said, anger thick in his voice as he felt the older boy's hands grip his jaw and he felt himself being kissed again.
Bambi felt tears prick in his eyes because, he didn't want this at all. He didn't want his friend to do this. He suddenly heard a knock on the door and he heard Oliver talking. He felt hope surge through him as he called out Oliver's name, wanting the other male to help him. Nick turned around and opened the door slightly, so he could let Oliver and the rest of the group in. The curly haired boy was gleaming with happiness, thinking that everyone would help him out, but his hopes and dreams were shattered as he saw the evil glints in all the boy's eyes and felt his heart drop to his stomach. He saw all the boys huddle around him and Bambi started to make a run for it, but two of the guys quickly held him and pinned him down to the ground.
The curly haired boy felt tears stream on his face, feeling really terrified and flinched as he heard one of the older boys bark 'stop crying you piece of shit'. The curly haired boy lips quivered as he tried to stop himself from crying. He suddenly felt his clothes being ripped apart and he looked at Nick with wide eyes as he tried to get rid of the tight grasp that was being held onto him. "FUCK. LEMME GO. STOP PLEASE" he screamed before the sound escaping his lips was being muffled as he felt another boy's lips on his. The green eyed boy bit on the other male's tongue making the other guy's eyes turn dark with anger and felt his whole body being flipped over.
He heard one of the boy's tell him to count, but Bambi didn't know what to count for. He then heard a loud smack and immediately felt a sharp sting on his on bum as he yelped in pain, and tried to scramble away only to be held in his place. "Count" the male barked, and Bambi tried to do his best to count as he felt tears prick his eyes again.
After what seemed like forever, the slaps to his cheeks stopped but now he was crying so hard. He felt someone pull down his pants, the brunette didn't turn around to look and see, and felt his boxers being pulled as well. He was turned over and saw that Nick was hovering over him and Bambi was thrashing, knowing what was happening. He wasn't exactly a virgin when it came to girls but with guys, the curly haired boy never really did anything with them.
Bambi cried out in pain as he felt the older boy slam his hips into his hole and Bambi felt that his insides were tearing apart. He felt like he was dying, he felt like he was being ripped apart. He felt his mouth being pulled apart as he felt Oliver's cock being thrust into his mouth while he was being fucked into his bum by Nick. The other boys were stroking Bambi's prick so it would harden as well, and Bambi mentally cursed himself when he felt himself moan, causing Oliver to moan as well.
After many painful minutes later, he felt the pain in his ass go away but the outcome was much worse, he was moaning. He didn't want to moan. He didn't want to show that he felt good or that this was acceptable to him. He hated this. It didn't matter how many times he was telling them to stop, the older boys just didn't listen and continued to fuck him even harder. The older boys had switched rounds, so that two new guys were now fucking him. The brunette felt himself being picked up and he didn't know what was happening before he screamed out in pain as he felt another guy's prick go inside of him, so that he was now being fucked by two cocks in his ass.
The green eyed boy was crying so hard, letting the tears fall, not caring it made him look wimpy, it just hurt so bad and he wanted it to stop. He was ashamed of himself. He was being humiliated by these people he called his "friends". He was more ashamed that even though he wasn't enjoying this, his prick was and he couldn't help when moans escaped from his mouth, feeling heat bubble up inside his stomach. With a strangled cry, Bambi felt his climax hit him and came, spurting huge amounts. He felt the other males come inside his holes and pulled out from him.
Bambi wasn't very sure when he passed out, but when he woke up, he was lying, in the bathroom, naked and bruised. He tried to get up but ended up collapsing, since his legs were weak to help him. The curly haired boy eventually got up and winced when he felt immense pain in his ass. He slowly put on his clothes and walked out of the bathroom and made his way home, noticing that his father wasn't at home, and immediately started to cry when he hit his bed, feeling tired, used and broken.
The girl chuckled when she saw the boy already start munching on some chips and she followed closely behind him, sitting on the sofa next to the boy. “Sure, I don’t mind.” The brunette girl opened the baggie and pulled out a little bit of the weed and put it in a grinder, twisting the contraption a few times. She pinched a bit of the herb and put it into the bowl of her purple and pink striped bong that she had just received in the mail today. ‘Like my new piece? It’s like the Chesire cat!” Violet giggled a bit and grabbed her lighter, clicking it so that the flame popped up. She put the flame to the bowl and inhaled slowly. Then she exhaled, removed the bowl and cleared the bong with a sharp inhale. She coughed a few times and took a sip of water before handing the bong to Bradley.
Bradley watched as the other brunette girl took out the weed and put it into the pink and purple colored bong, raising his eyebrow as she commented that it reminded her of the Cheshire Cat from one classic Disney movie, Alice in Wonderland. "Really? Hmm, never really thought of that, but that's cool, I guess", the sixteen year old replied back, before he saw her cough a bit, as he handed some water to her to which she drank, and took the bong from her hands, putting his lips the mouth piece, inhaling the air slowly before he handed back to the other, not coughing since he's done this many times before.
Personally, I think school should just start later so we can rest just that much longer. And, that way, we’ll absorb more information in class. Everybody wins.
Bradley H. is sixteen years old and currently a sophomore at White Palms Academy. Some say he looks looks a lot like Harry Styles and acts like Bambi from Bambi.
❝ She’s not coming back, is she?❞
↳ PERSONALITY
✔ AGREEABLE → FRIENDLY → CHEERFUL
✘ NAIVE → OVER TRUSTING → TIMID
↳ BIOGRAPHY
Ever since he can remember, Bradley has been curious, but also cautious. From the first moment that he could walk and talk he was asking questions and trying to discover all that he could — with the help of his mother of course. He loved his mother, a complete mamma’s boy. Which is why it was hard on him to see her grow sick and why it took such a toll on him when she passed away. He was too young to lose his mother and didn’t quite understand the concept. He kept asking his father and his best friend Thumper if his mother was coming back. Over and over again he would ask, until one day he realized; she’s not coming back. It was harder on him then, because his father was rarely around and all he had was Thumper and his family.
Bradley, however, managed to stay a very positive, kind, loving spirit. Always looking to learn new things and spend time with his friends — even make new friends. But he often got teased at school for being so shy and timid. Ever since his mother had passed he had gone more into his shell, only really opening up to people when they wiggled their way into his life. Thumper told him to pay no mind to the nay-sayers; that he was fine the way he was. But it still got Brad thinking… Was their something wrong with him? He tried to change, in a lot of different ways, but honestly, he wasn’t able to. Bradley was just that; Bradley. Nothing was going to change. Still the teasing continued and eventually he began to seek out his father’s help, but the older man brushed him off to the side.
In desperate plea for his father’s attention (or even just answers in general) he got mixed in with the wrong crowd. Too naive and innocent to understand that the things they had him do were wrong. In a town like Florian Shores, people tend to ignore the bad and no one seemed to look the other way when Bradley lashed out. When it became apparent that his father would do nothing, Thumper and his family reached out to him and tried their hardest to set him back on the right path… But were their efforts in vain if Bradley’s father refuses to acknowledge him?
Danny was sitting on the floor of his friend’s bedroom for the first time all summer, absently playing with his fingers as he waited and watched Brad move about with the joints. Flower would have offered to help but he didn’t know what he was doing so he just let his seasoned friend take the reigns. “I’m literally so happy to back,” Danny sat up, leaning against his legs as he toyed with his toes. “Did I miss anything major while I was gone? I wouldn’t know since those stupid rehab people took my phone when I got there.”
Bradley hadn't really taken the initiative to hang out with his friends during the summer, since he was "busy", or well, that's what he said to his friends. He didn't know why he lied about what he was doing, it's wasn't that they would care if they knew -- they knew that he smoked and drank and did other things, but somehow it felt wrong for his friends to find out. Nevertheless, he asked the younger ebony haired boy to come and hang with him, and by hang, he meant smoking.
Bradley smiled when he heard the younger male telling him how happy he was to be back, to be quite honest, he was really glad that he could spend time with his best friend again, since the summer was almost over. He shook his head, "Nada amigo, nothing new happened over here while you were gone, or well, nothing new happened to me", Bradley responded before he grinned, seeing that the equipment was already. "Come on Danny boy, the pipe is awaiting", the curly haired brunette grinned, motioning for the other male to come.
