Toby's Journal

Morning classes were uneventful with the few exceptions of gals congratulating me and slipping me their cell phone numbers as well as a few other jocks from the other school teams padding me on the back or calling me a “dick” or worse, for not truly earning my new position.  I just blew them off.

It was lunch time came around when things got interesting in that just as Jake, Monika, Annette, and I were about to take our seats at our usual table, Tommy Wilkerson comes out of nowhere and slams my lunch tray from hands and down to the floor.  He then gets in my face and shouts at me, “I know what you did to Dean, O’Malley.

I then stood up and got into Tommy’s face and loudly shouted, “my teammates in the gym saw and told the coach differently Tommy.  Dean said that he slipped, so maybe your bitch boy told you something different as an excuse not to blow you underneath the football field’s bleachers today like he usually does every Wednesday. 

“It’s an open secret about you two and I have only been here for a few months.

“So what are you going to do Tommy? The lunch room monitors are coming over.  You can hit me and be suspended or you can clean up the mess you just made and buy me lunch; it’s your choice.”

This time around it was “Frau Blücher”'s duty to be the lunch room monitor so she quickly comes over to our table and says in her heavy German accent, “is der a problem here Herren?”

I replied, “there is no problem here Mrs. Schmidt, Tommy here just wanted to congratulate me, I wasn’t expecting it so I accidentally dropped my food tray, clumsy me.  Tommy offered to pick up the tab for a new one though. Is that right Tommy?”

Tommy begrudgingly said, “that’s what happened Mrs. Schmidt.  I was about to get Sean here a new food tray.”

Annette being Annette adds in, “that’s what happened Mrs. Schmidt I swear.  Sean is such a clutz at times.”

“Frau Blücher” doesn’t seem to buying the story, but then says, “Herr Wilkerson go get Herr O’Malley another tray of slop while Herr O’Malley don’t expect the lunch room crew to clean up your spill so go ask Vanda for a dustpan and broom: Mach schnell!!”

While Tommy got me another tray of slop that is deemed edible for human consumption by the government, I got the dustpan and broom to clean up the spilled food.  I was fine with that.

Once it was all done and I sat down to eat, Annette was amazed about how well I composed myself during the situation as well as placing her hand on my upper thigh and rubbing her hand along it.

Jake said, “you got some big balls on you ‘Crop-Boy’.  You put both Dean and Tommy in their place and all in the same day.”

I just said, “he wanted a fight but I wasn’t going to give him one.  It would do neither of us good.”

Lunch and rest of the afternoon classes were uneventful as usual.

When it came time for lacrosse practice Dirty Harry put us through some rigorous drills and kept on changing line formations to see where the strengths and weaknesses were for every player.  Coach even had Jake on defense while Harris, Ramirez, and I were the attackers.

For two and one half hours Coach put all of us through hell. 

I could hear the other players grumbling, but as the new team captain I told the team to knock it off and that they should get used to how Dirty Harry coaches this team especially if they want to win the State Championship.

Once team practice was finally over,  my teammates and were exhausted when we hit the locker room to shower.  This time around everyone was quiet as the stripped down, showered, and dressed to go back home.

As Jake and I were leaving the locker room, lugging our gear and bookings he says to me, “Monika wants to get together with me after the prom on Saturday, like really get together but she can’t go anywhere without Annette, so I have a big favor to ask of you; will you be my wing-man Crop-Boy?”

I understood where Jake was coming from so I said sure.

Jake gave me a quick bro hug and said, “thanks. I owe you, and who knows you may get lucky with Annette as well.  Both Monika and I see how much she has a crush on you.”

I just said, “never really noticed.  I really didn’t think that I was her type.”

Jake then said, but you are bro. She likes the strong and silent type guys.”  Jake then asked me if I knew of any private place where the four of us could “hang out at” after the prom.”

At that point I just blurted out, “I know a place, my step father’s lake house.  It’s only thirty minutes outside of town.”

Jake just said to me, “that’s awesome bro. It’s someplace secluded.  Would he mind?”

I said, “he will only if he knows about it and I’m not planning to tell him about it.”

Jake then gave me one of his roguish grins and said, “I knew that ‘Catholic bad boy type’ was in you O’Malley after all.”

As we approached our cars to put our gear into them both Jake and I saw that mine had been keyed with the word “PUSSY” etched into the passenger side doors.

I just should out, “Fuck!  This is a brand new car!”

Jake then said, “that’s totally not cool. Messing with another guy’s ride.  Looks like you made an enemy Toby.”

Out of anger and frustration I replied back, “ya think Jake.  It was probably Tommy.  No way to prove it though.”

Jake then said that he was sorry, but as he was about to load up his gear he shouted, “son of a bitch!”

I went over to see what was up and there I saw scratched into his car the words, “cocksucker” on the doors.

For the next hour or so Jake and I were talking to the school’s security officer, the local police, while we were giving our statements, and the security officer promised to review the security cameras in the student’s parking lot. 

Jake then made a call to his dad.

Once the cops and the school’s security officer left. I was about to get in my car to drive home but Jake just said, “not just yet.  My dad knows people.  They will be here soon.”

While we both waited Jake and I were brainstorming about who the perpetrators could be and both Tommy and Dean came to mind but we can’t exactly prove anything. 

As we talked a giant black SUV showed up and parked next to us.  Out of the driver’s side came out a giant of a red haired and bearded man then two equally tall red haired identical twins.

Jake said, “thanks for coming by ‘Uncle Angus’, my friend and I could use you, and your boy’s help with this.”

Angus then said in a very heavy Scottish accent, “no problem ‘laddie’.  Anything to help you or your ‘da’.”

Jake then introduces me to his ‘Uncle Angus’ as well as his two sons, Joey Bob and Bobby Joe.  Both of his sons are tall like their father, Bobby Joe has a growing beard while Joey Bob is clean shaven.  I exchange handshakes with them.  Angus then said, “ok, lets get to work ladies.”

For the next few minutes they take photos of Jake’s and mine cars, dust power all over the sites where the graffiti had been etched into, pass a blue light over it, and do some other forensic scientific stuff.

All this time I am totally checking out Joey Bob in that he is totally hot in that he has thick red hair, stunning light blue eyes, and a muscular built. 

As I stood silently along Jake, I was also checked out Joey Bob’s butt and crotch.  From what I could tell he does have one fine muscular bubble butt and manhood trapped in those body sculping chino pants that he is wearing.

I was so caught up with checking out Joey Bob that I didn’t hear what Jake said to me the first time.

Jake then said to me, “are you ok Toby?”

I came back to reality and replied back, “sorry.  I was caught up with my own thoughts.  I’m pissed off about this.  My step dad bought me this car, had it for just a few days.  Now I have to take it to a shop to have the doors redone.  That’s not gonna be cheap.  I’m not sure if the insurance is going to cover it.  Ted is going to be pissed.”

Jake then reassuringly said to me, “that’s why I asked for Angus and is boys here.  Trust me Toby by tomorrow evening we will get our cars back good as new.”

After Jake said that Angus came up to us and said “we got what we needed.  Should have the results of the examination and the cars good as new in a few hours.  I know a guy that has cleaned up worse.”

I asked Jake what Angus meant by that and Jake whispered back, “don’t ask.  These guys are experts.”

Angus then came up to Jake and I and said, “Jake ride with me in your car before take it to the shop, I’ll drop you off at home.  Bobby Joe will take will follow in your friend’s car and I’ll supervise the work meself.  Joey Bob take me car to drop off his Toby at home then come back to the shop to collect me and your brother.”

The sons then said in unison “aye da”. 

Joey Bob then said to me, “grab your bag, let’s go.”

I grabbed my bags, placed them in the trunk of the giant black SUV that has very dark tinted windows.  I got into the frontside passenger seat while Joey Bob got in the car and drove me home.

I kept looking at him, and he noticed that I was.  Joey Bob just said, “I get that a lot.  Not a lot of folks can figure out who or what I am.  My da is pure Scottish. Never met my ma. She passed while giving birth to my brother and me.  We were both too big for here petite body”

After hearing what Joey Bob just told me all I could say is “sorry for your loss.”

Joey Bob just drove on and said, “thanks.  She was American.  My da was so caught up in grief that when it came time to name my brother and that they both liked the names Robert and Joseph. 

“From what my Nana told me, when the doctors asked for a middle name for the both of us, he just coldly said, ‘Joseph and Robert’.  Crazy I know but that is why my brother and I are called that.”

We kept on driving in silence.

Joey Bob then suddenly said to me, “want to go someplace private for a bit?”

I asked him why.

Joey Bob just said, “I saw that you were checking me out Toby.  I find you pretty hot as well.  I know a place that we can go to if you wish, or I can take you home.  Totally your choice.”

I’m not sure what to make of this situation but I do find Joey Bob very attractive and in no rush to get back to my fractured household as well as my past experience with Vaclav in the gym, I just said “sure.”

Joey Bob just smiled at me as he drove and as I was looking down at his man package that was trapped in his chino pants he was starting to do some heavy adjusting to it.

From what I saw I started to adjust myself down there as well.