Catacomb Kids

The next morning comes, and still no reply from Ray. Gerard scowls seeing this, muttering, "I'm going to have some choice words for Toro."
"Gerard, it's not a big deal," I assured. "He probably just forgot to reply or something."
"Bullshit," Gerard grumbled. "He's getting an earful."
At lunch that day, Gerard's "earful" was pretty lackluster. As we sat down, he commented, "Toro, why didn't I hear back from you?"
Ray raised an eyebrow. "When?"
"Last night, buttplug," Gerard snapped.
"I never got anything," Ray told, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Bullshit you didn't; I snapchatted you," Gerard retorted.
Ray put his food down, reaching for his phone. "Don't take my word, fine." He opened the app to his recent messages, showing our table that Gerard was not on the list. "See it to believe it."
Gerard peered closer, scoffing, "No way." Pulling out his own phone, he opened his Snapchat. "I sent it to a guy named Ray."
"Well that's not my name on your phone," Ray declared.
"What do you mean, it's your Snapchat name," Gerard responded.
Ray shook his head, explaining, "No, dumbass. It syncs your contacts to your Snapchat friends. Whatever my contact name is on your phone, that's what my Snap is on there."
Gerard opened his contacts, seeing that Ray's number was actually saved as "Big Fro." He frowned, murmuring, "Then who the hell did I send it to?"
Not a minute after the words left his lips, I feel my underwear being tugged at. I lean back to try to grab them, only to have the fabric go right up my ass. I hear a voice behind me remark, "Get a load of this: Frank Iero, self proclaimed bad boy, is wearing tighty whities!" He yanked harder, commenting, "Cute!"
Gerard always made fun of me for wearing what he called tighty whities, which in his book was any kind of brief no matter the color. But this time, I was actually wearing solid white briefs, and it showed by how red I was with embarrassment.
"Fuck off!" I spat, struggling against him. I could sense what felt like so many eyes on me around the cafeteria, and I absolutely hated it. Of all the days to wear my white underwear. I suppose I could've just been grateful I hadn't opted for panties that morning, but at the moment, I was too humiliated.
"Hey, let him go!" Gerard barked, glaring at whoever was behind me. He started to stand just as I was released. My ass had been lifted off my seat, leaving my underwear stretched out to maximum capacity. Face still hotter than an inferno, I began to try to tuck my briefs back into my pants. I peeked back to see who it was, except I had no recollection of this boy. He was a complete stranger, and he'd just gotten real personal with me. I already hated everything he stood for.
"Nice name tag, dork," the kid chuckled. I blushed harder, remembering that my mom had sewn my name into this pair. I gazed around my table to see Gerard looking completely pissed off at this kid while everyone else was dying from second hand embarrassment for me. Pete had his face buried in his hands and wouldn't even look up at anything.
"What do you want, Ray?" Gerard snarled. "You made your grand entrance." The kid's name was Ray. What his last name was I had no idea, and I didn't care to learn either. I just wanted him gone.
"I just wanted to let you know that technology is incredible," Ray gushed. He leaned into Gerard's face, adding, "But it has its share of mishaps." He looked from Gerard to me, and then down at Gerard's crotch.
Gerard's eyes got as big as saucers, and I think that by that point, everyone knew whom Gerard had sent the snap to. He narrowed them again, threatening, "Smith I swear to fucking God if you tell anyone I will-"
"What?" Ray asked, a smirk in his voice. "Kick my ass?" He held his hands mockingly to his chest.
Gerard held his ground nonetheless, growling, "Maybe, you want to push your luck and find out?"
"Isn't there a better solution?" Ray questioned.
"You tell me," Gerard replied.
Ray got in close once more, telling in a low voice, "You have something I want, and I have something you don't want anyone to see."
"Are you blackmailing me?" Gerard demanded.
"Call it negotiation."
"Gerard, don't bargain with this dickhead," I reasoned.
Ray turned to face me, grabbing the front of my shirt as he told, "You don't have any other choice."
"Get your fucking hands off him," Gerard hissed. "You touch him one more time and I will tear you limb from limb."
Ray did as he was told, practically body slamming me into the back of my chair. "So protective."
"What do you want?" Gerard sighed. "What, cash? Drugs? Porn? Just say it man, we can figure something out."
Then that kid said something that I would never expect to come out of his mouth. "Math." "Meth?" Gerard asked. "That's a ways out of my league. I can get you pot or something if you-" "No man, math," Ray enunciated.
Gerard scowled, "Is this a fucking joke?"
"Shut up!" Ray snapped. "I'm not good at it, okay? The teacher's not gonna let me pass the way my grade's shaping up and my dad will kill me."
"And you want me to..." Gerard began.
"Tutor me," Ray insisted. "I need help or I won't be able to fucking pass."
"I'm no good at math," Gerard noted.
Ray grimaced, deciding, "Then I guess your little message will just have to go public."
"Please don't," Gerard begged. "You've seen some of the assholes at this school."
"I think assholes are more up your alley, Way," Ray snickered. "Look, either help me out or I don't care anymore."
There was a moment's silence at the table, broken by Mikey piping up, "Frank can help you!"
I glared at Mikey, mouthing "shut up."
"Really?" Ray asked.
I shook my head, stammering, "N-no I can't really. I'm-I'm just not good at math."
"Bullshit, you used to tutor me all the time!" Mikey mentioned. "Frank's a fucking mathematician in all reality."
"Look, even if I was, I'm not doing it," I snapped. "So just back off!"
Ray got in my face, asking, "Would you rather the picture go everywhere?"
"Do it, I don't care," I grumbled. Just as Ray was prepared to walk away, I saw Gerard's face. I saw his knitted brows, his taut lips, but mostly, I saw fear. Fear of what was going to happen if that photo was distributed. "Never mind, I'll do it," I pout. "Just don't fucking touch me."
"Sounds great," Ray agreed. "See you after school today. Good luck trying to unwedge those tighty whities."
I blushed once more as he sauntered off.
"I know that was hard, Frank," Gerard started. He looked at me, telling sincerely, "Thank you."
"This will suck," I groaned.
"It'll be fine," Mikey assured. "Honestly, it'll go by like nothing."
There was another time of silence, stopped by Gerard asking, "So, how are you feeling right now?"
I shrugged, commenting, "Well, my ass burns and my underpants are about three sizes too big now, but other than that, just dandy." This got the guys at my table to laugh, and it took me a while before I finally joined in. Gerard caught my eye once more, mouthing another "thank you."

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