School Days: Anthology

The sounds of chatter, fighting and laughter was absent, Marcoh realized. Looking up from his laptop, he noticed that his ‘friend’, was stacking all sorts of dollar bills on his desk, and he spotted several small cardboard boxes beside his desk. There’s no telling what the high class man was packing. The snooty prick could do whatever the fuck he wanted, because at the moment everyone else has left for lunch. If the star athlete wanted to count his money today and possibly box his illegal items, well, Marcoh couldn’t afford to stop him even if he tried.

"Uhm Jacob, what the fuck are ya doin'?" Nervously Marcoh decided to ask, just to fill in the silence between the two.

"What does it look like my silver tongued friend?" Jacob deadpanned back to him in his usual snooty way, and Marcoh decided that he wasn't going to bother answering that. A few minutes passed, and Jacob’s desk was clear, everything placed in his small boxes on the floor. He turned, and the moment the ladies man’s eyes caught his own, Marcoh was captivated. "I have a favour to ask of you, Skavlan."

"What is it Mr Revengeance Man?" He asked warily. This was going somewhere he was going to thoroughly regret later, he just knew it.

"I'd like you to strip and lie on my desk." He fucking called it, that faggot was going to rape him. Well it’s not like Marcoh could afford to go against the arrogant asshole, so hesitantly he stripped and got on the two desks Jacob placed together like he had ordered. The butt monkey could scream for help, run away or fight back, but he knew Jacob would wreck his shit, because he has connections and money. Both of which Marcoh didn’t have nor wanted to be used against him.

Sitting in his chair, Jacob stared at Marcoh's chest for a moment, frowning. "It'll have to do."

"What will?" The pathological liar asked, puzzled. The hand to hand combat expert ignored him, pulling a thin container from his jacket’s pocket, twisting off the cap; he slowly poured the powdery white contents in a straight line on Marcoh's chest. Setting the container on the desk, he procured a straw from his pockets and went to work.

The easily annoyed boy couldn't believe that the one and only Jacob Lachey was snorting cocaine off of him! Regular people wouldn’t even touch the stuff, but the snooty boy seem to be well acquainted with the drug as he calmly wipes his nose.

"You know why I snort coke off people, Skavlan?" The silver haired boy said casually, as if he talked and did this all the time. "Because I'm fucking rich, that's why." Marcoh couldn't argue with that logic. If he was rich he'd snort cocaine off people every day of the week. When the rich boy finished he suddenly stood up, getting up on the desk and effectively straddling Marcoh.

"Now I'm going to completely devastate your ass," Mr Revengeance Man stated with fervor. He leaned in so close his breath tickled Marcoh’s ear, "because I'm fucking rich." And so Marcoh promised to himself that he would never again be left alone with Jacob, as his asshole was thoroughly broken soon after.