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Let Me Touch You	By : ElizabethAshbury Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Korn Views: 4011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Korn. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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I made it somewhat early to English. I figured Jonathan would be a little late, he usually was. He said that he worked late. I wondered where he worked that wore him out so much. I figured I could ask hi Sat Saturday. As I pulled my book out of my backpack, Carson Jones walked in. He was smirking. He did that a lot and honestly, it really made me want to slap him. I wondered often why I even hung around him. Holly Murphy followed in after him. She and I had dated a while back. I didn’t care for her much either.
“Hey, Sam, you coming tonight?” Shit! I forgot about Matt Winter’s party tonight, I thought.
“Yeah, probably. I won’t be there too long, I have things to do tomorrow.”
Carson turned around and gave me that smart-ass grin that I hated so much.
“Andrea said she saw you yesterday driving home. Why was Pretty Boy with you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I was ashamed deep inside that I felt the need to lie to someone I don’t even like all that much just to keep my status. It hurt.
“Yeah, just be careful that you don’t catch AIDS.”
I started to say something back. More people were coming into the classroom. Ms. Moore came in after a few more students, including Chris Green, and closed the door, as she set her bag down, Jonathan threw the door back open. She glared at him while his back was to her. I couldn’t help but feel angry at her. She just didn’t like him because he was different. He cut his eyes over to me and I smiled slightly at him. He sat down and took out his book. I looked over and saw Chris looking at me. I furrowed my brow at him a little.
Ms. Moore put on her wire-framed glasses and began her lecture. As I tried to focus, a folded piece of paper appeared on my desk. I opened it. It was Chris’ writing; it read, “What were you doing with the fag yesterday?” I looked over at Jonathan, he must have seen Chris pass the note to me. He rolled his eyes. I shrugged at him. I started to write a reply and then:
“Mr. Watson,” Ms. Moore said in a pseudo-calm, condescending voice. “Do you have something to share with us?” She approached me and opened the note. She cleared her throat and took the spotlight.
“’Hey Sam, what were you doing with the fag yesterday?’ I would like to hear this one, Mr. Watson.” She smiled, looking very satisfied with herself. I felt Jon looking at me, I didn’t look back at him. Laughter rang out. I stayed quiet. “I suggest that next time, your discussions wait until after class. May I continue?” Why doesn’t she just bow for her audience, I thought.
At lunch, I took a seat with Chris, Carson, Holly and the rest of the supposed “in” crowd, hating myself for wanting to be liked by them; I barely even liked them so why did I care if they liked me? I looked over in the corner of the cafeteria where Jonathan sat with a few others who dressed a lot like him.
“Hey! Watson!” Matt Winter interrupted my train of thought. “What’s this I hear about you hanging out with that fruit Jonathan Davis?”
“Where are you guys hearing this?” I played dumb.
“Fitz is saying she saw you.” Andrea Fitzpatrick, I couldn’t stand her. Never could.
“Can she prove it?” I argued. Matt looked defeated. He shrugged.
“I guess not. Sorry.” End of discussion. I was glad but at the same time I was mad at myself for feeling like I had to lie. I wanted to scream at them that it was true, and I wanted to be his friend and I didn’t care what they thought. I wanted to tell them to fuck off. Why couldn’t I do it? I couldn’t finish my lunch.
“Hey! Watson! Wake up! You coming tonight?” Chris demanded.
“I can’t, I’ve got shit to do.” I didn’t want to go.
“Like what?”
“Just things.”
“Bullshit. Come on, Matt’s parents are letting us throw this party!” Matt’s parents were the type of parents to buy the kegs.
I let out a long, tired sigh. “I’ll show up for a while. Have a few drinks.”
“Amber Perkins is coming! I heard she can suck dick like a vacuum cleaner!” Chris beamed, “I’ve gotta get her drunk!”
“You don’t even have to do that!” Carson butted in. He, Matt and Chris roared with laughter. I shook my head. Holly hit Carson on the arm. I guess they were supposed to be a thing right now, or they were fucking and she thought they were a thing. Whatever it was, I knew they would probably both be fucking someone else with in a month or sooner. From what I had heard, Amber Perkins had fucked most of the football team.
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I wondered who had seen Sam and me yesterday; and what would Sam have said if he had been given the chance to answer Chris back. He would probably deny it. I was just glad that school was out for the day and the weekend. I made sure I remembered to take my English book so I could try and help Sam tomorrow. On my way out the door, I bumped into Chris Green. Matt Winter was with him. Actually, he probably bumped into me on purpose. That’s the way he was, he picked fights.
“Watch it faggot!”
“Watch where you’re going, asshole,” I sneered at him and started to head home. He grabbed my shirt.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I shouted in his face.
“Listen you little queer, if what I’ve heard is true, I suggest you stick with your own kind. I don’t want AIDS anywhere near me, got it?”
“Fuck you, Green.” He threw a hard punch to my cheekbone. I tried to charge at him and knock him down with my weight, all one hundred and fifty-five pounds of me. I was unsuccessful and I fell to the ground. Even though I was as tall as Chris, he was probably twice my weight. He and Matt took full advantage of me being down and kicked me until they had enough. I felt like a pussy. I tried getting up, but they kept kicking. I tried to kick at them, but it didn’t work. Finally, they left me alone and walked away laughing and pointing. I got up. I was in horrible pain now, but I knew I couldn’t stay there. I dusted off and got my backpack. When I was about one fourth of the way home, my face throbbing with pain, a black car started slowing down next to me.
“Hey! Jon!” I looked over to see Sam Watson. What did he want now? I raised my eyebrows at him. “You want a ride?” Now that his friends weren’t around he was offering me a ride.
“No thanks, I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation, now run along.”
“Hey what happened to your face?”
“I said GO ON!”
“I’m just trying to help! Now, come on, get in.”
I don’t know why I even opened that passenger door, but I got in and buckled my seatbelt. He drove on.
After a few seconds of silence, he broke the ice.
“So are you going to tell me what happened to your cheek?”
I sat quietly and stoically for a few seconds before lifting my shirt.
“Would you like to know about this too?” I showed him my ribs which were red and beginning to bruise. My face remained expressionless. Sam looked horrified.
“OH MY…”
“WATCH THE CURB!”
Sam swerved to avoid it. Tires screeched. I think he knew what happened. He regained control of the small car. He gained composure before he spoke again.
“Let me take you to my house. We need to take care of that.”
“I’ll be okay, it’s not like your friends have never done this before.”
He got quiet. He looked…well, hurt. Oh well, nobody was forcing him to hang around them.
“I would still like to help you. It’s the least I could do for you helping me tomorrow.”
“Fine, do what you gotta do and let me go home.”
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We rode in silence to my house. My parents weren’t home yet. Jon followed me through the garage and into the house.
“Go ahead and sit on the couch, I’m gonna get some ice for you.”
He said nothing as he found his way into the living room and sat on the couch. I heard him groan slightly as he sat down. He must have really been in pain. I think he thought I didn’t hear him. I crushed up several ice cubes and filled some Zip-Loc bags with it. I put them down on the coffee table and sat next to him.
“Go ahead and take off your shirt.”
He reluctantly obliged. I was surprised to see that he had a nice, even patch of dark hair on his chest and stomach. He had more than I did. The next thing I noticed were those horrible marks that the guys I claimed as friends had made. I was truly ashamed and angry. Jonathan didn’t deserve this; he had never done anything to hurt them. He seemed like a good guy, even though he was defensive. He had to be. I would be too. I picked up a small bag of ice.
“Hold this on your face.”
“Thanks,” he said barely audibly. He put the ice to his red cheek.
“Here, I’ll hold this on your ribs.” I found a spot on his torso that looked like it needed immediate attention and held thed bad bag on it. He gasped.
“Sorry, Jon.”
“It’s fine…” he relaxed a little.
“I’m sorry this happened to you.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” He said in a tone that I knew he meant it. “I know I’m a pussy, fag, queer, pretty boy, whatever. I’ll help you with your homework tomorrow, but don’t feel sorry for me. I’m not a little boy.” His voice trailed off.
“I know…sorry,”
“What are you SORRY for?”
“I don’t know…let me see your back,” He leaned forward and I shifted the ice to another bruised area on his back. I could hear him getting angry. I knew this wasn’t an unusual emotion for him, he just kept it inside a lot. Snly nly the strangest urge came over me. I wanted to run my hand soothingly up and down his back. I wanted to touch his hair and tangle my fingers in it. With his back to me, I gazed at the guy in front of me. He seemed beautiful to me with his smooth skin and hair in all the right places on his body. I could see on his cheek where he hadn’t shaved that day. It was a little scruffy. The skin on his face looked so soft except for where his stubble was and I wanted to press my lips against it. Suddenly Jonathan interrupted my thoughts.
“I think I’ll be okay, Sam,” he said softly. I took the ice off his back. He reached for his shirt and put it back on.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Physically? Sure. I’m gonna go.” He stood up. I didn’t want him to leave. I wanted him to stay here with me. I wanted to get inside his head, get to know him. He intrigued me so much. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get a chance to talk to him, I thought. Then I also remembered that I told Holly and them I would make an appearance at Matt’s. I really didn’t want to. I had a pretty good idea who did this to Jonathan too, and I was even more reluctant to go, but at the same time, I wanted to know who did it and maybe I could find out in some indirect way by going there.
“Okay. Want me to take you home?”
“No. I’ll walk, it’s only a few feet. Thank you, by the way. I appreciate it,” he said dryly.
“You’re welcome. Do you still want to come over tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here, noon? Right?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” I stood up. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Thanks.” Jonathan headed towards the door.
“Be careful, Jon.” I extended my hand to him, he took it with a surprisingly firm grip.
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“See ya.” He gave a half smile and was on his way home.
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I headed toward home with mixed feelings. One of the guys who I never thought much about had just helped me. I wondered why. I was grateful he did, but I didn’t understand it. I was so used to not trusting his kind. He seemed to get very quiet just a few minutes ago. The awkward silence had made me uncomfortable. It was like…I almost wanted to say it was like when you’re with a girl you like but don’t know that well, going by feelings from my past dating experiences.
“Where were you?” Lillie demanded.
“At a friend’s, okay?”
“Since when do you have friends? What is that?” She pointed at my cheek.
“My business.”
“Don’t talk that way to me you little shit!”
“I’ll be in my room.” I headed off towards my room and ran into my dad.
“What’s going on in here?”
“YOUR SON is being a smart ass again is all.”
“Jonathan?” He always took her side.
“Yeah, my fault. As always. Excuse me.” I tried to head off to my room again. Dad grabbed my arm.
“What happened to your face?”
“Nothing important. Let me go, please.” I pulled away from his grip and finally made it to my room. I was almost asleep when my phone rang. It was my friend Chad.
“Hey.” I replied. He was bored, wanting to go somewhere. I told him to come pick me up.
Chad’s car pulled up in front of my house.
“Bye! I’m going out.” Nobody answered me. When I got out outside to meet Chad, my dad’s car was gone. He and Lillie must have gone out.
“Hey, Jon.”
“Hi. Where do you want to go?”
“I was thinking we could just grab a bite to eat if you don’t mind.”
“Sounds perfect. I just got home.”
“What happened to your face?”
I sighed. “Chris Green.”
“Oh, that asshole, huh?”
“Yeah, I REALLY don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.”
I didn’t tell Chad that Sam Watson The Jock had taken me into his house to treat my wounds or that I was helping him with his homework. And I wasn’t going to. My friends didn’t like the jocks anymore than I did and I knew they wouldn’t understand. I didn’t even understand why I was doing this. After we ate, I told Chad that I really needed some alone time and that I just wanted to go home. He drove me crazy anyway. I actually ended up paying for his dinner, he was such a leech anyway. When I got home, I fell asleep quickly. It had been another long week.
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I arrived at Matt’s about eight-thirty and the house was packed. Chris spotted me immediately.
“HEY WATSON! GET OVER HERE AND GRAB A BEER!”
I quietly made my way over to him and drew a full plastic cup from the keg. Amber Perkins was standing next to him. She smiled at me. She disgusted me.
“Hey, Sam,” she said flirtatiously.
“Hi Amber,” I said dryly.
I walked away from them and made my way around the house, saying “hi” here and there and stopping to talk to some people. I wandered about like that for about thirty minutes. I went back into the kitchen for a third refill. I ignored the fact that I was starting to feel the last one. When the plastic cup was about half way full, I heard loud laughter in the breakfast nook. I looked up and saw Chris flushed with his egotistical delight, performing for his audience made up of Amber, Holly, Carson and a few sophomore girls. He was proud of himself, which usually meant he had done something to hurt someone else. What I heard next confirmed my suspicions about who had hurt Jonathan.
“That skinny ass fairy was all curled up on the floor and shit! It was hilarious.”
I tried to play it cool, even though I was pissed, as I walked over to him.
“What’s so funny?” I played dumb.
“Sam, man you missed it! That faggot Jonathan Davis tried to step up to me and got put in his place. Smart ass little bitch.”
“Hm…you don’t say,” my inhibitions were getting lower the more I drank. I had just gulped half of my third beer while listening to Chris gloat. “So…do you feel like a man, now?”
The smile on Chris’s face faded slowly, “What was that?” He looked confused.
“You know, picking on someone who has never hurt you…does it make you feel like a man?”
Chris and his audience got dead quiet.
“Don’t tell me you’re sticking up for the faggot.”
“I just don’t see why you need to pick on innocent people is all.”
“Innocent? He asks for it, Watson,” he was getting mad. He was also pretty drunk himself. “Look at the way he dresses, that shitty music he listens to, the guy wears MAKE UP AND NAIL POLISH! He asks for it!” He repeated.
“It sounds like YOU’RE the one who has a problem with it.”
Just then Andrea Fitzpatrick spoke up. “I KNEW I saw you with him the other day!”
“Fuck you Andrea, this doesn’t concern you. And what if I was?” I glared at Chris. I hated him right now. Carson smirked, as usual. I really wanted to hit both of them.
“It’s true? What the FUCK were you doing with him?”
“I gave the guy a ride home, okay? Big deal. Get over it.”
“Big deal? Get over it?” He was getting closer to me.
“You heard me, Green.”
“I hope I didn’t hear you right. ‘Cause if I did then, you just told me that you’re a faggot too.” His face was right in front of mine and I could smell his breath that was saturated with alcohol.
“You’re awfully close to me to be calling ME a fag.”
“What the FUCK did you say?” He shoved me hard.
“I think you heard me FAGGOT!” I shoved him back, even harder, knowing that attacking his sexuality would get to him. Next thing I knew, he and I were tangled in a fist fight on Matt’s kitchen floor. The audience grew, I didn’t care. Fuck all of them. Matt’s dad intervened and broke it up. We were both told to leave. Chris’s nose bled and my lip was busted.
I was glad to leave. I was starting to sober up fast. I drove home, taking more caution because of the alcohol in my blood. I made it to my room when I reached my house and passed out.
I woke up on Saturday to the doorbell ringing. I wasn’t too hung over, but I felt like shit nonetheless. My lip was throbbing with pain. I opened the door. Jonathan’s tall, lanky figure was in the doorway. I invited him in.
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