Chapter Three


Dyllan looked lost for a bit after Mike and Andy left. I smiled at him and motioned for him to follow me out of the room. I grabbed my books when I got downstairs and headed for the kitchen. I figured the best way to show him that I wanted to be his friend was to act like everything was normal between us. I opened my Calculus book to the homework assignment.

"Did you want a drink or anything?" I asked as he stood in the doorway and watched me.

"Um, what are we doing?" he asked.

"Homework," I replied. "Now did you want a drink or anything before we get started?"

"So this is it?" he asked. "You're not expecting anything for helping me?"

"Relax, Dyllan," I said. "I just want to be your friend. I'm not going to do anything to you, and I don't expect anything from you. I would like to catch up and see if we can be friends again."

"I think I'd like that," he said after a few minutes of just looking at me. "Um, do you have soda?"

"Sure," I replied, smiling at him. "Coke all right?"

"Fine," he said as he sat at the kitchen table across from my open book. He started to get his homework out as I grabbed to cans of soda from the fridge.

We were silent for the better part of forty-five minutes as we both did our homework. I caught him looking at me a few times and smiled at him each time. I worried that he still thought I expected something other than his friendship. There wasn't anything I could do to make him understand if he didn't. The only thing that could be done was for me to show him. I didn't like that he even suspected that I could be anything like Mike and Andy.

I still couldn't believe that I'd been friends with both of them for so long and I hadn't seen this side of them. It was so messed up and I couldn't get past the look in Mike's eyes when he left. He was actually angry with me. I could understand that to a certain extent, but why couldn't he see that what he was doing was wrong?

As soon as we were done with homework, I told Dyllan that he could stay for a while or I could drive him home. He thought about it for a moment and then decided that he wanted to go home. He did write my phone number in his notebook though. When I dropped him off in front of his house I told him that I would pick him up in the morning and drive him to school. He looked at me for a moment before thanking me and walking up to the house.

"Hey, runt," my brother said when I came back from dropping Dyllan at home. "Where'd you go? I thought you were going to tell me about Melissa."

"I took Dyllan home," I replied. "Had to help him out a little bit today."

"Alright," Dalton said with a smirk. "What about Melissa?"

"I broke up with Melissa on Friday," I replied. "She just didn't think I was serious I guess. Today she tried to get in my car after school and I threatened to call the police on her."

"I'd have loved to have seen the look on her uppity face," laughed Dalton. "It's about damned time you wised up and got rid of her. I know Mom wanted you two together, but she didn't see her the way I do."

"Well, it's over," I sighed. "If she comes here, tell her to leave. If she calls just hang up on her. I'm sure that Mom will have something to say when she gets home, but until then I'm free to deal with Mel any way I want."

"Well you're on your own tonight," he said. "I've got to go back to the office and get some work done. I'll be home late, so don't wait up."

"Later," I said as I watched him walk out the door.

Dalton and I are only half brothers. We're as different in looks as the night is to the day. My dark hair and eyes came from my father. Dalton's blond hair and blue-gray eyes came from his father. If you didn't know us and saw us somewhere together you'd never guess that we were brothers. His father had died when he was really young. I was born when Dalton was five. I don't really know how old my brother was when he lost his father.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard someone knocking on the front door. I was so sure that it was Melissa that I was ready to just start screaming at her when I opened the door to find Carl on the other side of it. He smirked at me as I stepped aside to let him into the house. I looked and was happy when I didn't find Rhonda anywhere behind him.

"What's up?" I asked as I closed the door and followed him into the living room.

"Rhonda is over at Melissa's," he said. "Those two are plotting something. I came to warn you."

"Thanks for the heads up," I laughed. "I'm not really worried about what they're plotting."

"They can be evil when they want to, Sebastian," he said. "Watch yourself."

"Thanks for the advice," I replied. "Want a coke or something?"

"Sure," he said. "Is Dyllan still here?"

"Nope," I said as I headed for the kitchen. "I took him home a little while ago."

"Man was I shocked when I heard Melissa say you took Dyllan home instead of her," he laughed as I handed him a Coke as I grabbed one for myself. "I'd have loved to see her face. Did you really threaten to call the police?"

"I did," I replied with a smile. "It's good to be single."

"Yeah, all right," he said before opening his can and taking a long pull. "So how'd it go with Mike and Andy?"

"Well let's just say that I'm two friends short after this afternoon," I said, drinking from my own can. "They didn't like what I had to say while Dyllan was here."

"But they're going to stop, right?" he asked.

"I told them that if they don't I'd kick their asses for them," I replied.

"What does Dyllan say about all of this?"

"He thanked me, but he thinks I'm up to something," I said slowly. "I just want him to be my friend again."

"Yeah, I'd like to be his friend again too," he said. "Nothing funny either. I don't give a rat's ass about his sexuality."

"Me either," I said, lifting my can to salute him before I drained it.

Carl stayed until Rhonda came for him, then I ate the leftovers from the night before and headed for the shower. As I was toweling myself dry the phone chirped at me. I sighed when I picked it up and saw Melissa's number. Instead of answering it I sat it back down and continued to dry off. After a bit the call was diverted to voice mail. I heard the doorbell indicator and sighed again. I wasn't in the mood to deal with Melissa.

Dalton came home just as I was settling down to watch some television. He smirked at me as he walked through the living room to the stairs. My relationship with my brother was strange. We gave each other Hell from time to time, but we were pretty close. The fact that we had different fathers never factored into our relationship. Dalton considered Phillip Landry to be his father as well. After all, he was raised by my father so I guess that's understandable.

He came back down to watch television with me for a while, but I didn't last past the nightly news. I went up to bed with one last thought about what to expect from Melissa in the morning. Needless to say I was a little confused when Dalton was shaking me awake at three in the morning. He was saying something that was unintelligible to my sleeping mind though.

"Seb, wake the Hell up!" he cried, grabbing my arms and pulling me out of the bed and making me stand in front of him. "The police are downstairs, man."

"Police?" I asked in confusion.

"Someone did a number on your car," he said.

That got me moving. I pulled my arms free of his grip and grabbed my robe. I was tying it shut as we went down the stairs. Sure enough there were two uniformed officers standing just inside our front door. They looked annoyed. I was mostly concerned about my car. My mind wasn't working properly at the moment, but I was rapidly coming to full consciousness.

"Are you Sebastian Landry?" one of the police officers asked me as we got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Yes," I said. "What's the problem officer?"

"We've arrested a young lady for slicing your tires and spray painting the side of your car, Mr. Landry," said the other officer. "We wanted to find out if you were going to press charges. She seems to think you won't."

"Who is the young lady?" I asked, knowing the answer without asking.

"Her name is Melissa Reevy," replied the officer.

I followed them outside so I could see what shape my car was in. All four of my tires were slashed winch got a groan from me, but the driver's side of the car was spray painted with bright white spray paint. It said, "Fag." I couldn't believe it. I wanted to choke the life out of her. Thankfully she was safely locked up in the squad car however.

"Will you be pressing charges?" asked the officer as he held the flashlight so I could see the hateful word painted on my car.

"I certainly will be," I said through clenched teeth.

"That's all we needed to know," he said. "Please don't alter the car in any way. We'll be taking pictures of it in the morning."

"Can I put a tarp over it?" I asked, not wanting the neighborhood to see it.

"Of course," he said. "I'm very sorry for your trouble, Mr. Landry."

"Thank you," I said, running my fingers through my hair with another sigh.

"They need to lock that bitch up tight," Dalton said as we watched the squad car pull away.

"Help me with the tarp," I said, walking back to the house so I wouldn't have to look at Melissa as the car drove by.

"Sure thing," he said, following me. "Guess you'll need a ride in the morning. You have practice tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly remembering Dyllan. "Shit."

"The ride is no problem, Bro," he said.

"I just remembered I was supposed to drive Dyllan to school in the morning," I said as I got the tarp from the garage.

"No problem there," he said, grabbing an end of the tarp.

"Thanks, Dalton," I sighed.

 

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I was in no mood for school the next morning, but I knew I couldn't ditch. Mom would have a fit if she called the house and I actually answered the phone. She called every day to leave a message on the machine for me and Dalton. They were usually instructions that we already knew about. She really didn't trust us on our own, and Dalton was an adult!

"It isn't putting you out to drive us is it?" I asked Dalton as we headed out the door.

"No," he said. "I don't have to be a work 'till nine. This will be fine. I'll leave early today so I can pick you up."

"Don't worry about that," I said. "Practice usually runs until six."

"Alright," he said. "What about Dyllan?"

"I'll see if he wants to stay through practice or ride the bus," I replied as we got in the car.

We rode to Dyllan's in silence. I was still pissed about my car and wanting to throttle Melissa. I sure hoped she wasn't at school. I hoped they'd kept her in jail for the night. That would at least make me feel a little better. As it was I was in a foul mood and that was putting it lightly. I did have the presence of mind to smile back at Dyllan when he smiled at me.

"Where's your car, Seb?" he asked as hopped in the back seat.

"It became an unfortunate victim last night," I said sourly.

"What happened?" he asked, and I sighed before telling him all about Melissa's midnight visit and subsequent arrest.

"I was ready to pound him into the pavement if he didn't agree to press charges," Dalton added when I was done. "Needless to say, I was very happy with his decision. That bitch deserves to rot in jail."

"Well I should be so lucky," I said as we pulled up in front of the school. I realized that I'd brought everything but a pencil. "Dalton, do you have a pencil?"

"Check the glove compartment," he said.

"Wow," I said when I opened it and at least fifty pencils fell out. "What's with all the pencils?"

"A project at work," he said with a smirk.

"Whatever," I said as I picked up the pencils and shoved them back into the glove compartment after taking one for myself. I thought that accountants crunched numbers. Whatever his project was had to be something strange, so I left it alone.

"I'll pick you up here after practice," he said.

"Dyllan, do you want to stay through practice?" I asked, turning in my seat to look at him.

"I think I'll ride the bus home," he replied.

"Alright," I said. "Call me tonight though, 'k?"

"Sure," he said as we both got out of the car.

We walked into the building together and a group of jocks started to snicker at us. I wondered how they could know about what Melissa had done, but then I saw her talking to Carl and Rhonda. I growled under my breath when I saw her. It was going to be a long day and I wasn't in the mood for it at all.

"Pubic hair in your throat, Landry?" said Dennis Schmidt as he broke from the rest of the jocks.

"Fuck you, Schmidt," I said and started walking again. I made it to my locker before I realized that Dyllan had followed me.

"If you're going to get flack from your teammates for hanging with me..."

"Just stop right here, Dyllan," I said, slamming my locker shut. "No one decides who my friends are but me, ok?"

"Alright," he sighed before walking off. "I'll call," he said over his shoulder.

"Setting up another date?" said Melissa as she and Rhonda walked over.

"How was your trip to jail last night, Mel?" I asked as sweetly as I could.

"Fuck you, Sebastian," she snapped.

"Not anymore," I sighed as I walked away from her.

"That's right," she cried. "You've got Dyllan for that now."

"Shut up, Melissa," said Carl as he walked over to meet me.

"Carl, don't get involved in this," said Rhonda.

"You shut up, too," he said. "If you're going to act like this then I think you need to find another boyfriend."

"Careful, Carl," said Melissa. "People will think you're a fag just like Sebastian."

"Eat shit, Melissa," he said with a sweet smile. "Everyone hates you. You're just too stuck up to notice."

"Is there a problem here guys?" asked Mr Feldman as he walked over to us.

"No problem," said Carl. "Just reminding the girls that we want nothing to do with them, Sir."

"Very well, move along," he said, eyeing Melissa and Rhonda.

"Thanks," I said as we made our way over to our usual spot in the quad.

"No worries, man," he said. "I know you're not gay, and I wouldn't care if you were."

"Tell that to Ryan Jackson," I said before I thought about it.

"Now that's not fair, Seb," he said. "I apologized to Ryan for giving him a hard time."

"I know, and I'm sorry," I said. "I'm just a little pissed off."

"After what I heard about your car, I would be too," he said. "Melissa is a real bitch."

"She'll get hers, though," I said. "Did she mention that I'm pressing charges?"

"Somehow that part was left out," he chuckled. "This will be good."

As the day began I got a few looks from the other students, but no one actually said anything. I sighed as I made my way to my first class. I didn't need this shit to deal with, but I wasn't backing out of my new friendship with Dyllan over stupid things like this. He deserved better than that, and I wasn't so sure I couldn't turn the tables on Melissa anyway.

I was called out of my second hour class to come to the guidance office. When I got there I found a man I didn't know. He looked to be in his thirties with dark hair that was combed back from his forehead. He was wearing a business suit. I wondered what was going on when Mrs Sallinger told me to have a seat.

"Sebastian, I'm Scott Miller," said the suit, reaching to shake my hand. "I'm from the District Attorney's Office. I came to discuss the case with you."

"Alright," I said, sighing inwardly with relief.

"We're planning to charge Miss Reevy with the perpetration of a hate crime," he said, and I felt sick. Anyone in Wisconsin could only think of Matthew Shepard when someone said anything about a hate crime. This wasn't going to be a good day for me at all.


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