Spencer's Face (Buckeye Hawks) (25 page)

Jose grabbed her body around
the arms, pinning her to his body. “Don’t ever hit me again, you little virgin
bitch.” He said to her through gritted teeth.

I grabbed one shoulder, and Zane
grabbed the other. Taylor raised her knee up and kicked him in the balls hard.
He yelled out in severe pain, then doubled over. That really hurt him. She’d
given that kick her all. Taylor had powerful legs with all her years of
gymnastics. Jose hit the ground and tried to curl up in a ball to relieve the
pain. Good luck with that one. It takes several minutes to regain any composure
after a direct hit to the balls.

I heard several ouches from
the group as the guys encircling us spread out. Then we heard laughter. Zane
and I left Jose there and led Taylor through the gym and to the girls’ locker
room. She went in alone. She returned a few minutes later, fully clothed.

“Who threw you out of the
locker room?” we asked her.

“Vicky and her friends. She
said Jose wanted to talk to me.”

“He planned the whole thing.”
I told Zane, appalled at that fact. When he said he was going to pop her
cherry, I had no clue that he meant by raping her. I felt like such a failure
as a boyfriend. I should have protected her better. I hated myself right now.
“I’m so sorry, Taylor.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” She
told me. “Thanks for creaming him for me. You too, Zane.”

Taylor hugged Zane.

“I didn’t do much.” He told
her. “I wanted to, but I didn’t want to rob Spencer of the pleasure. Maybe on
the football field.”

I laughed at him. “Good idea,
Zane.”

We were late for practice.
During the touch game, Jose tripped and fell. I wasn’t watching and didn’t know
how he fell. But all of a sudden, there were four guys huddled over him. It was
Dwayne, Zane, Alan, and Mitch. I walked over to join them. I knew something was
up. The rest of the team gathered around. The coach was on his cell phone, and
looking the other way. We always knew when we could get away with things.

“If you ever mess with Taylor
again, we’ll break your ankle.” Zane threatened him as he put his foot on Jose’s
ankle. Jose couldn’t move. Dwayne had his right arm. Mitch had his left arm.
And, I felt the need to put my foot on his left leg about that time.

“You can’t win a football
scholarship if you don’t play football.” I told him.  

“Swear on your brother’s
grave that you won’t go near her again.” Zane said to him as he put more
pressure on his ankle. “Or it cracks now.”

“No! I swear I won’t go near
her again.” Jose almost started crying.

The guys let him up. I really
wanted to kick him as he was struggling to get up. I resisted the urge though.

“Thanks guys.” I told them
all. “Especially you, Zane.”

“We’re sorry about what
happened, Spencer. Really we are.” Alan said to me.

“She didn’t deserve that.”
Dwayne said to me.

“Thanks guys.” I said again, then
we started playing football again.

I had to skip cheer practice
and sneak off to the doctor. I didn’t want Spencer to know that I was hurt this
badly. Jose had pushed me up against the wall. I think my shoulder caught a
brick or something, because it ripped open. I put a bandage on it from the
first aid kit in Ms. Jacob’s office in the gym. I knew it would need stitches. I’d
hurt myself enough times over the years working on the ranch to know when a cut
needed stitches. Sandy came with me. She didn’t have anything to do on Monday
afternoons anyway.

“Damn girl. I can’t believe
he did that.” She said as she watched the doctor sewing me up.

Thank God for the invention
of anesthetic. This would have been really painful. I could feel every stitch
the doctor made, but it didn’t hurt at all. “Me neither. He was going to rape
me, I think. He told Vicky and her friends to toss me out there naked, but I
wasn’t going without a towel. I need to clobber that girl again.”

“I can’t believe he’d do
that. I mean, how many girls are waiting in line for him?” Sandy asked me.

“I don’t know. I’m sure
several.”

“What an idiot. Maybe Spencer’s
fist slowed him down a bit.”

“I think maybe it did. You
should have seen him clobbering Jose. He was hitting him so fast that I
couldn’t even see his hands. Jose was bleeding everywhere, and Spencer just
kept on punching. He was so mad.”

After we paid the doctor,
Sandy and I drove back to school. “You really like him. Don’t you? I mean, like
really like him. You two are going to have sex soon. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I told her. “We are.
We’re going to do it Friday night after the game.”

Sandy squealed out in
excitement. “Oh girl. I can’t believe you’re going to beat me. I mean, I’m way sluttier
than you are. And, you’re going to have sex first?” She hugged me when we came
to a stop in the school parking lot.

“It’s funny, but I don’t feel
like a slut. I love him so much, Sandy.”

“You have to tell me
everything after you do it. I want to know how much it hurts, and if it’s worth
it. So, have you seen it yet?”

“Seen what?” I asked her.

“His thing.” she clarified
for me in an embarrassed whisper.

“I have. The other day.”

“Well?” she prompted me to
continue.

“He’s perfect. I don’t know.
I’ve never seen any one else’s, but I like his.”

Sandy squealed in excitement.
“So you never saw Dwayne’s?” she asked.

The way she asked, I knew she
had seen Dwayne’s. “No, have you? Are you two going to go all the way?”

“He keeps pushing me to do
it, but I don’t think I want to do it with him. I think we’re about to break
up.”

“I am so behind. I didn’t
know you two were going together. I haven’t been a very good friend lately.”

“You’ve been preoccupied, but
I have too.
We
know we’re best friends.” Sandy let me off the hook.

We walked to cheer practice.
Sandy was a flag girl. They didn’t have practice on Mondays, but she still
stayed after school. She usually did her homework on Monday nights waiting on
her brother to finish up with band practice.

I caught up with my cheers.
We practiced a little longer than we usually did, because I’d missed a few
minutes. The guys were waiting at Senior Pole when we finished up. I walked
right into Spencer’s arms. He was standing next to Zane. I rubbed his arm. One
guy was missing from Senior Pole, Jose. I wondered where he was and if I would
have any more trouble out of him. I knew that I wouldn’t be walking alone to
the parking lot any time soon. I was still shaken. I hoped the feeling would
pass.

Sandy came by for a minute.
“Good luck Friday night.” She whispered in my ear, then left

I laughed at her. “Thanks.” I
called out to her as she was walking away.

“The game?” Spencer asked in
a whisper.

“Nope. After the game.” I
told him.

“You told her?” he asked me,
not believing his ears apparently.

I nodded.

“If you want to wait, I
completely understand after what Jose did.” he said to me in a whisper, pulling
me off to the side some for privacy.

I shook my head. “I still
want to.” Just then I saw Jose walking up toward us. I clutched to Spencer’s
waist tightly.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as
he struggled to turn around with me attached to his waist. “Oh, he won’t touch
you again. I promise.”

Jose gave us a look. It was a
look of defeat. “I’m just going to my locker.” He said.

Zane, Dwayne, Alan, Mitch,
and Oscar all stepped up in front of him, blocking his way. Jose stopped dead
in his tracks. He looked behind him, as if planning his escape route. I watched
to see what was going on.

“Jose, you’re not welcome at
Senior Pole any longer.” Zane told him.

“We don’t hang out with
rapists.” Dwayne said to him with anger in his voice.

“He didn’t rape me.” I spoke
out loudly. It sounded like I was defending him, but I felt like I was defending
myself somehow.

“I did
not
rape her.” Jose
yelled out.

“You were going to. You told
everyone you were going to, and then you had Vicky push her outside in her
towel. You ripped her towel off, then you forced yourself on her. If Spencer
hadn’t been there, you would have kept on. And, we don’t hang around with
rapists.” Mitch said. He stood strong in the middle of the hallway, in the
middle of the guys.

“No we don’t.” several of the
guys said. The look on their faces said they were itching to beat him up. I
almost felt sorry for Jose. I said almost. I really wanted to hit him again
though. I was feeling very bipolar at the moment. My back was starting to hurt
again now that the anesthetic was wearing off, and my tits hurt where he’d
grabbed them really hard. And, my pelvis was starting to hurt, too. I didn’t
even realize that he’d grabbed me there until now. Maybe he was going to rape
me. Bastard!

More people were gathering
around. I knew the guys thought they were making a big gallant effort to protect
my honor, but this was really embarrassing. The whole football team had seen me
naked almost. Thankfully they were too far away to really see any details. But
now the whole school was going to know exactly what happened. Of course, they
probably already knew. News like this traveled faster than light at my school.

I buried my head into Spencer’s
chest and started crying. I hated myself for being so weak and pathetic.

Spencer rubbed my back.
“He’ll never come near you again.” he said, trying to soothe me.

“He won’t.” Zane said. “We’ll
make sure of that, Taylor.”

The rest of the guys joined
in. “He won’t even look at you again, Taylor. We’ll kick his ass if he looks
your way. If he’s even in the same hall as you, he’d better turn around and
walk away.” The guys were acting all tough. And, I’d hate to meet up with the
wrath of these guys. I was really glad they were helping me out. Jose turned
and walked away. I don’t know how he got to his locker. He must have taken the
really long way around.

“Thanks, guys.” I told them
all. I was really embarrassed still, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.

“That was wrong, what he did
to you. A guy should never force himself on any girl.” Alan said to me. He’d
never talked to me much before. It felt weird that he was talking to me now.

I smiled at him. I turned
around to face them. Spencer held me loosely around the waist, and kissed my
shoulder. When he did, he felt the bandage on my stitches.

“What’s this?” he said,
pulling down my neckline to see it better.

“I had to go get a couple of
stitches.” I told him.

I felt Spencer take a deep
breath from behind me. “I should have killed him.” he said meanly.

“No, you took care of him
pretty good.” Zane said.

“Bastard!” Alan said with
anger.

“Is there anything else hurt
that I should know about?” Spencer asked me.

I thought about my tits and
my pelvis. “No.” I lied to him. Even if I was going to tell him, I wouldn’t
tell him in front of twelve guys.

“Let us know if he even looks
at you wrong.” Dwayne said to me with a pat to my shoulder.