Walking a Mall in Someone Else's Shoes (Part 1/3(?))
By ashes

When Tommy opens his big mouth in front of two female friends, he ends up biting off more than he can chew.
The CAUTION is for some strong/offensive language in the beginning as well as what could best be described as attempted rape. I tried to keep it whimsical, but it's still there so you should be warned.

Author's note: I really wanted to finish this and post it all at once, but it's been fighting with me. I decided that some of these challenges may have to just be first parts to stories that I fully intend to complete, but want to get a beginning out there for the challenge's sake. Also although this challenge was left up to the writer, I'm using this to try to write things I normally wouldn't. I tend to be put off by the aforementioned cautions, and therefore don't usually include them. Sorry for the ramble I just worry about the image I'm portraying with this part of the story.

Here was the premise for this week's challenge
3. This Space Intentionally Left Blank Again
Idea: Any
Length: Any
Limitations: None

-------------

Scott was leaning towards me, and I knew he was going to kiss me... but I froze. I was a deer in the headlights. I wanted more than anything for this not to happen, but for some reason instead of fight or flight, my brain chose to freeze.

See, my brain, and it's disconnect with my mouth, often got me into trouble. This was just the culmination of a series of events related to my affinity to these things. So let me back up a bit and set the scene.

I'm a sophomore in high school, 15 years old and still short and not shaving. I'm also into metal and rave music, so I keep my hair rather long. Hey, it's the style, but that doesn't matter to Eric and his buddies. Also unhelpful is my lack of male companions, after all my two best friends were girls. I didn't care, it was a small school and the three of us were the only rave/metal heads. The exception to my male bonding problem was Scott. He liked hanging out with us for some reason. He tolerated the music when we had it on, but excluded himself from the times we went to a concert or rave.

On this particular day I was waiting by the entrance to the school, the four of us were supposed to go to the mall together. Kids were making their way out when I spotted Scott and waved. He saw me and made his way over.

"Hey dude," he greeted as he made his way to me, "Look, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to bail on you guys today. 'Family stuff' is all the 'rents told me in the text they sent." He frowned and focused on the floor.

I clapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, I can handle a trip to the mall without any male company. It won't be the first time and I doubt it'll be the last either." I shrugged and jerked my thumb towards the door, "Now scram! If you miss the bus you'll have to convince Sarah to drive you home, and your house is five miles the other way from the mall. She'll be pissed." He grimaced and quickly made his way to the buses, getting on just seconds before the first one in the line started pulling away from the driveway.

After he left the halls were pretty quiet. I stood alone for a while before I really started wondering where Sarah and Lisa were. I was focused down the hallway they should be coming from, and just pushed away from the wall I was leaning against, when from the other hall to my left a voice shouted, "Hey, faggot!"

I groaned and hung my head a little, deflated. Of course fate would decide Eric should be here late on the day I was alone, a sitting duck, fish in a barrel, deer in the headlights... wait I used that one already... whatever. I turned to look at him. He was with two of his cronies, Thing one and Thing two. I knew their names, but calling them thing one through thing x -depending on the number- was more amusing.

"Where are your lesbo girlfriends?" Right, they were lesboes because they mostly wore black and Lisa had her hair in a strange punk cut that was on the shorter side. Also they were almost always seen together. "You ladies should go get nice and pretty for us, then come back for some of this," he made obscene gestures with his hand by his crotch. "You've probably had lots of practice haven't you, cocksucking fruitcake. Hell, you're probably better than they are, they're all about the vaj. We'll just do 'em straight up, I bet a good fuck'll make 'em see that-"

That's when I slapped him. Wait, why did I slap him, that was like poking a large, sleeping carnivore with a stick.

He narrowed his eyes, but laughed at me. "Hah! What a little sissy, he even slaps like a girl!" Then he punched me in the gut, which brought me to my knees. "What, you can't wait to get pretty first? If you're so hungry for my cock I guess you look enough like a girl I'll let you have it now." He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees, along with his boxers, letting his manhood practically hit my face. I flinched back, but Thing one was behind me now. He grabbed my head so I couldn't turn or move away from Eric.

Eric leaned down and said, "Look here, you suck it until I come in that pretty little sissy mouth of yours, then you swallow it like a good girl. And don't you even think about biting, if you do I'll break your pretty little face!" I had to laugh at this, inwardly of course. Here he was calling me pretty and wanting me to give him a blowjob, and I was supposedly the gay one here? I think someone had some repressed homosexuality issues, but I wasn't going to bring that up now.

He started to aim his junk back towards my face when a scream of agony came from behind him. He turned to see what was going on, and in doing so moved to the side enough that I could see too. Sarah and Lisa were standing there staring daggers into the meatheads. Sarah was holding a can of Mace and Lisa had a small taser that was sparking menacingly.

"Let him go before we make you infertile," Lisa said, then glanced down and smirked, "Not that you could do much with that, anyway!"

She might as well have waved a brightly colored flag in front of a bull. He started to charge toward them, but didn't get three steps before they struck out in tandem, blinding him and turning him into a jiggly mass on the floor. Thing one let go of me and bolted in fear.

"Should we cut it off?" Sarah asked. Of course most weapons weren't allowed in school, but Sarah had a few things in easy reach hidden just outside it... just in case. She was paranoid like that, but I was glad for it today since that's where their current armaments came from.

I laughed, but told her, "No, best not to do any permanent damage."

Lisa nodded, then reached down and tased Eric in the balls. I laughed again. "Okay, but that's enough now, I just want to get out of here," I said as I pulled them away from the aftermath.

Lisa was complaining that she didn't get to hurt him a little more, with some muttering about 'not doing any permanent damage', but I ignored her.

"Tommy! He was about to rape you, don't you care?" She yelled over the computer-generated music that was causing Sarah's car to vibrate. I liked the music, but she tended to play it louder than I thought was necessary for driving. Those volumes should be kept to the clubs and warehouses, not on the streets.

I turned the volume down, much to Sarah's chagrin, and looked intently at Lisa, "Lise, I do, really. He wasn't going to get the chance. I would've bit his dick off first."

She raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Even with how he gets when he's angry? You wouldn't like him when he's angry..." She started snickering, then thumped her chest and said in the deepest voice she could muster, "ERIC SMASH!"

We all had a good laugh over that, but when we calmed down again she said, "But seriously, we heard him threaten to 'Eric smash' your face in if you tried anything. He could have killed you Tom."

"Okay, I'll try to care more in the future. Now I just want to forget about this and hang out with my friends at the mall. Alright?" I pleaded.

"Sure. Whatever," she crossed her arms and turned away from me. We spent the rest of the ride to the mall in silence. Well, except for the music that Sarah put back on as soon as it was obvious we were done talking.

*<*^*>*

I won't bore you with all the details of our little mall excursion. It was largely uneventful, basically just browsing some shops, eating, and browsing some more until we felt like we'd been to all the stores that interested us. None of us bought much that day, Lisa bought a few CD's, and Sarah saw a dress at Hot Topic (insert eye roll here) that she was going to save up for because it was 'so cute yet evil'. I had to admit that it was definitely her style, and would look great on her.

Anyway, the thing that got me into trouble today happened as we were making our way out. We always made the mistake of parking at one end of the mall, making our way to the other end, and then being forced to walk all the way back in one go as we'd already been in all the shops. Today Lisa was wearing an evil looking pair of high heels. They were probably fine for around school, but after standing and walking in them for hours on end already, she was having a little trouble keeping up on the way out.

"Come on Lise, were almost there, don't be a baby," I chided unsympathetically. We had stopped so she could sit on a bench for a moment. She gave me a look like I was insane, and a pig, which was true right then.

"You have no idea," she hissed.

I ignored the coldness radiating from her, "Oh come on, I bet they aren't that bad." I meant it rather innocently, but it didn't come off that way

Sarah raised an eyebrow at me, "You bet, huh?" Whoops. I knew better than to ever say those two words around her. She was known to take them rather seriously; it was one of those things that got me into trouble. Like I said, my brain and my mouth are a bit disconnected most of the time.

"Uhh," I said, rather intelligently.

"Well, I bet you couldn't last a whole day at the mall in shoes like that. If you can do it, I'll get you backstage passes for the next time Skrillex* is playing near here."

Oh boy, way to go straight for the heart. They both knew all too well my current obsession with Skrillex. He's one of those musicians who you either love or hate, I obviously fell into the former category. I know he doesn't do rave music, but it's close enough and I'm totally addicted to it.

"What if I can't?" I asked hesitantly. This was where it could get ugly.

"If you can't, we bring you here once every weekend until you can last five hours straight with a 20 minute lunch break." Sarah had that look. You know, that kind where she knew she had me- an evil little smirk and a mischievous glint in her eyes that the smile didn't quite reach.

"I have one problem... people from school come here. I can't show up wearing high heels or I'll be more of a laughingstock than I already am. Otherwise I have no problem accepting your terms." I said, ending with confidence. After all, how hard could it really be?

The girls looked at each other knowingly. Lisa spoke this time, "Today's Thursday, drop by our house on Saturday before we come out here. Were going to do some shopping tomorrow for a few things to get ready. If we can't convince you that you won't be recognized the bet's off." This had me worried. She matched my confident tone as well as Sarah's expression. She stuck her hand towards me, looking me in the eyes, expectantly.

"Fine," I grumbled and took her hand. I gave it a brisk shake and looked away. "Can we please go now? I'll even carry your bag," I offered, trying to win some brownie points. I don't think it fooled them, especially as the bag only had a couple of CD's in it.

We made our way silently back to the car. We arrived at my home, and with instructions to arrive at 8 o'clock Saturday morning they left me. I wasn't empty handed though, Lisa handed me a lumpy black Hot Topic bag as a parting gift. I stood confused, while she just waved as Sarah drove off. I was curious, but didn't look inside at first.

I reflected on my day, and found it odd that I had basically been called a feminine sissy boy and a chauvinist pig within hours of each other. At least my friends seemed to more or less stick by me, for whatever reason, despite my social mishaps and wrongdoings. I counted myself lucky in that regard.

I got to my bedroom and closed the door. Self-reflection over, I remembered the bag, since I had to do something with it before getting ready for bed anyway. I looked inside and sighed heavily when I saw what was inside.

It was Lisa's shoes.

Another note: *Skrillex is an artist who makes electronica/dupstep music. As you may have guessed I also have a current obsession with said artist. A lot of people are turned away by his stuff, and I admit sone of it is a little hard on the ears at times, but over all I can't get enough.