Go Jackals! 5
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Title: Go Jackals, Ch. 5
Ratings: PG-13 for bad language
Spoilers: None really, AU
Summary: A Nick/Greg AU set in college. Vaguely inspired by the song "Hey Mickey" and my un healthy love for writing Nick/Greg roleplaying and/or AU
Previous Chapters: Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
A/N: I'm leaving on Thursday for my brother's wedding, so I wanted to get a (somewhat shorter) chapter up before I left. Would anyone like to draw some of the characters form the story (canon or non-canon characters) for me? I have character sheets/bios if needed. I'll add whoever does to an upcoming chapter or in a later fic I write. If you're interested, contact me at: missingmarauder(at)hotmail(dot)com . Just replace the "at" and "dot" with the appropriate symbols.
The WLVUGSA, Nick and Adam were sitting outside the Dean’s office. Greg was holding an ice pack against the bruise on his cheek. They had been taken by security to Dean Greenblatt’s office after the fight. His secretary, Myrna, had called in Derek first. Twenty minutes later, the group was all sitting quietly.
“How’s your cheek, Greg?” asked Nick, too shy to make direct eye contact.
Greg smiled faintly, “Better than Derek’s. I never knew you had it in you, Nick.”
“There’s a lot about me you don’t know,” replied Nick quietly.
As Greg opened up his mouth to reply, the door to Dean Greenblatt’s office opened and Derek stepped out. His face was covered in bandages and he was holding an icepack to his forehead. He glared at the group and muttered, “Fags”.
Dean Greenblatt’s shouted from the still open door, “Do you want to make it two months Mr. Spirelli?”
Derek didn’t reply and sulked out of the office.
“Mr. Stokes, Mr. Sanders, Mr. Flack, Mr. Ross, Ms. Burn and Ms. Adams? Dean Greenblatt will see you now,” came Myrna’s voice from inside the office.
Nick and Greg looked at each other, both seeming to gain courage from the other’s presence.
“You ready, Greg?” asked Nick, holding the door open for Greg.
“I sure as hell hope so”.
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In the student center, Nick’s roommate Brad Worthington was sitting at a nearby table. He had seen the whole thing: the fight, Nick’s confession. He ran his hands through his thick blonde hair and sighed. His roommate was gay. His mind flashed to all the times he had relaxed in their room in his underwear. Had Nick jacked off to him? All of the things his pastor had said about homosexuality came rushing back to him. Was it a sin? Nick certainly didn’t seem like the sinners his father had complained about in between business trips. Nick certainly wasn’t lusting after children or having sex with animals. Come to think of it, Brad wasn’t sure Nick even had sex. Nick had talked about sleeping with girls before, but Brad had never actually seen these girls. Nick had never tried to recruit him, but, Brad realized, Nick never really talked about himself. All Brad really knew was that his roommate was from Texas, his father was a judge and he had a lot of siblings.
Brad sighed again and stared at the student center’s ceiling as if hoping to find an answer. I’ll have to talk to him about it. Shit.
~~
“I hope you remember that I agreed to let your group host its Pride Week on one condition,” started Dean Greenblatt. The officers of the WLVUGSA felt too guilty to respond, “as long as there was no fighting or controversy, it could go on as planned. Now, by the school’s rules and bylaws, I have to take some disciplinary action. No, don’t give me that look,” said Dean Greenblatt, before Greg and Aiden could open their mouths, “before you say anything, Mr. Spirelli is on Academic Probation for one month with mandatory therapy sessions once a week. But he wasn’t the only one that was fighting. Ms. Burn, Ms. Adams, Mr. Flack and Mr. Ross, as you didn’t actually throw any punches, I can’t punish you. But I hope you learn from this. Mr. Stokes, Mr. Sanders, you both have two weeks probation”.
Nick and Greg shared a stunned look.
“But we were only-“ blurted Greg.
“You still retaliated. Just be glad I don’t give you more,” Dean Greenblatt leant foreword and smiled, “Honestly boys, I don’t blame you”.
“Sir?” asked Nick.
“My brother’s gay and every time I hear the kind of language Mr. Spirelli used, I want to fight them. But I don’t. Honestly guys, my hands are tied. Two weeks was the best I could give you. If anyone asks it was self-defense. You’re dismissed”.
As the group dispersed, Nick and Greg stayed behind outside the building, relishing the cool evening breeze.
“So,” said Nick quietly, blushing.
“So,” replied Greg, too shy to meet Nick’s eyes, “You really are gay!”
“I still can’t believe I did that!” exclaimed Nick, leaning back against the wall and slowly sliding to a sitting position.
Greg sat down beside him, shifting the ice pack to a new location, “Well, I don’t know if it means anything, but I’m proud of you,” he said, placing a reassuring hand on Nick’s shoulder and quickly removing it, blushing at the sudden contact.
“You are?” replied Nick.
“Yeah. Coming out is hard enough, let alone doing it in public. Usually, you build it up to be so much more than it actually is. When I came out to my parents, they both looked at me and went ‘We know. We were waiting for you to know!’!”
Nick laughed, “No way!”
“Scout’s honor. When I told my grandparents, they started shouting in rapid-fire Norwegian and bear-hugging me. I took it as a good sign,” continued Greg, smiling at the memory.
“So, you’re - that way too?” asked Nick.
“Gay? No, I’m not,” Greg replied, smirking.
“But I thought – when you said-“ stammered Nick.
“Nick, relax. I believe that love is love. You shouldn’t judge people by what they have hiding in their underpants. If I had to label myself, I’d say I was bisexual”.
“So you still like girls?” asked Nick.
“Yeah, but usually I’m into guys. I don’t claim to know who I’m destined to spend the rest of my life with. Maybe it’ll be a woman. But, honestly, I hope to find some nice, sweet guy to sweep me off my feet,” said Greg, looking Nick directly in the eyes for the first time all evening and smiling.
Nick smiled, stood up quickly and grabbed Greg’s hand to pull him up, “C’mon, there’s this cool ice cream place just off campus. It’ll take your mind off the fight!”
Greg was pulled upright faster than he would’ve thought Nick could manage, “You do realize you basically just swept me off my feet?”
Already halfway to his car, Nick turned around and smiled, “Do yourself a favor and don’t read too much into it, G”.
“’G’?” Greg called to the distant figure, “Did you just call me ‘G’? Hmm,” Greg said to himself, “I kinda like it”.
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Date: 2009-06-07 02:45 am (UTC)At least until WMTDB starts cooperating again.
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Date: 2009-06-07 02:08 pm (UTC)Can't wait to see what happens next :)
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Date: 2009-06-07 02:08 pm (UTC)--clapshands--
YAY for bonding moment. I am very much enjoying how things are progressing. Ohhhh I am anticipating the conversation between Brad and Nick!
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Date: 2009-06-07 03:18 pm (UTC)although, there may be some cameos later, not 100% sure. We'll see where it takes me.
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Date: 2009-06-07 03:20 pm (UTC):o)
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Date: 2009-06-07 03:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2009-06-07 11:50 pm (UTC)...
NAH!
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