The life and times of Lafayette Ryder

“So it was the end of senior year,” I begin telling him.

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Lizzie and I had been seeing each other for a while now and were already serious. I had realized awhile before this incident that she was the woman I loved and the one I would marry. We were practically inseparable, my friends joked that we were conjoined at the hips, and in a way they were right. Every day we hung out and every night we fucked, no, not fucked. We made love, because that was what it was. Every moment I held her in my arms was blissful, every kiss magic, and every orgasm wonderful. I loved her so damn much that it actually hurt me when we couldn’t be together. Lizzie had opened up to me all the way, she was comfortable being herself around me, but she was still shy and withdrawn around others and a lot of people gave her shit for that. After our little romp on the last day of junior year some nasty rumors had spread and she got the brunt of it. I tried to shut people up, I told good lies, I beat the shit out of assholes, but I couldn’t ever completely rid the bullshit she got. Lizzie was fine with it though; she had dealt with bullies before and now she had me to hold her afterwards and tell her all the lies were just that; lies.

Up until the last month of senior year things had gotten better, some cheerleader got knocked up, the vice principal got herpes, and a star quarterback got caught smoking dope and kicked off the team so the gossip mill was too busy with the new, juicy stories to remember about Lizzie. That was before Tyler got back from Colorado.

You see Tyler and I have always been enemies; back in middle school, when I was a fatty, he bullied me daily, freshman year he broke my leg, and then sophomore year he trashed my car. My life got better after he left, mainly due to Lizzie, but everything went to shit when he got back. He learned of what had happened junior year and had a good deal of computer skills, next thing we know there’s some porn flick with our faces edited in, rather sloppily, being sent around school. Anyone with half a brain could see it was a fake but most people, including our guidance counselor who we had a nice long chat with because of that, thought it was real.

It gets worse.

The police and the FBI got involved because they thought it was child porn, after they proved that not to be the case we had to endure seeing posters from the movie around town and in school.

Still not the worst part.

With only one week until the end of high school Tyler pulled off his biggest prank ever, and his last one ever. At lunch he came up to Lizzie and started calling her a whore, after a minute of insults he whipped his dick out and told her to suck it like the slut she was. I saw this from across the cafeteria where I was getting our food. I also saw him backhand her hard enough that it broke her cheekbone when she refused. That was all it took.

I charged him from across the room and tackled him into a table. I choked him, I hit him, I bashed his head into the wall, and I didn’t stop until he stopped breathing. No, wait, I kept going after he stopped breathing, I didn’t stop until his skull was completely busted open and a police officer tasered me. I woke up a day later handcuffed to a hospital be.

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“Holy hell.” Dallas says after I finish my story.

“Yep,” I tell him. “To this day I can’t believe that Lizzie stayed with me after that.” I look up and see the sun coming up. “Want some breakfast?”