It is a very hot summer day and Henry feels frustrated by the intense heat. He left home in a hurry after hearing his dad screaming his mother’s name and begging her to fuck him harder. His mom is a muscular colonel and much stronger than his dad. She once broke their bed. It was so awkward when Henry heard the sound and rushed in, worrying that his dad might have been injured. Fortunately, all that’s on Alan Rodriguez’s body were a few bruises. He knows his mom would never, ever intentionally hurt his dad, but she could still get carried away sometime. Henry shivers thinking about the way his mom would demand his dad’s cum as breakfast.
Suddenly, the boy sees something that makes him frown. A plump, middle aged man is being harassed by two of the guys in his year. The man is shorter than them and they are shoving him up against a car, slapping the side of his head and spitting in his face. He seems to have a brown complexion and looks like someone from the Middle East. It makes Henry wonder if racism is the issue here. He watches for just a few seconds before walking towards them so that he could hear what is going on between the three. Normally Henry is not one for snooping but he is worried for the older man’s safety.
“Why won’t you and your family just go back to your shithole country?” one of his burly classmates asks the cowered man, making him flinch. Henry’s blood boils as he witnesses the shameful sight of two young, strong boys bullying a frail, older man who can not defend himself against them. “We don’t want people like you here.” The boy is now snarling in his victim’s face, baring his teeth in an almost feral way, his jaws tensed up with disgust in his blue eyes. “Your people are disgusting pieces of filth who are ruining our country.”
“Excuse me!” Henry interjects and steps in between the abused man and his two teenager assailants. “I couldn’t help but overhear what the two of you were saying. If he immigrated here legally, and I assume that he did since we run our system based on innocent until proven guilty, then there’s not a damn thing you can do. You have no right to send him back to where he is from. Our country was also founded by immigrants, so don’t treat him as an inferior just because he is one.” He stares down the two larger boys coolly, not budging at all, shielding the olive-skinned man behind him bravely.
The two other boys are surprised by his interference. They didn’t expect anyone to stand up to them and are secretly impressed by Henry’s balls. But they don’t tell him that. Instead, the larger one says “It’s none of your business, you little shrimp,” dramatically staring down Henry, who slightly flinches but stands his ground, not showing signs of weakness to either one of them. They realize they can’t intimidate him and leaves with a huff, deciding to let Henry and the brown-skinned person they were verbally assaulting and slapping go.
Once they’re gone, Henry quickly turns around to inspect the condition of the man he just saved. No visible bleeding or bruises, though he was slapped a few times. So some may form later, but not at the moment. “Are you okay, sir? Did they make any threats to you, other than insults?” Henry asks in a polite tone. His parents have always told him about the importance of respecting older people, but the teenager is also fundamentally good too, and would’ve turned out a nice boy even without being raised in such a way. He gives a warm smile to the middle aged man who appears to still be in shock.
Finally, the man speaks to him “Oh, thank you so much for helping me. My name is Abdullah Hassan. They didn’t threaten me and only insulted me for my race. They were telling me to go back to Egypt. Me and my family did immigrate here legally though. It’s already been three years since we came to this country now.” Henry nods in understanding. “What is your name? You are a very nice young man to stand up for a stranger like that.” Abdullah looks at Henry’s face as the teenage boy smiles lightly after getting the compliment. He has always been a modest boy and never did a good thing simply out of desire for praises.
“I’m Henry Rodriguez,” he says to the short Egyptian, offering a handshake. Abdullah graciously accepts it. “Both my mom and dad told me that I should help other people whenever I can. I am really glad that they didn’t go further than insults but you should still be very careful. Those guys are strong enough to hurt us badly. I’ll report them to a teacher for racism but you should also park your car where there are other people around. They will be much less likely to be willing to attack when there are potential witnesses. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Abdullah nods. “Thank you. I will do it as you say,” he tells him before getting back in his car. “I came here to drop of my daughter. She is about your age. I have to get to work now.” Henry says bye to him and watches him leave with the car. He didn’t realize that people watched him stand up for the Middle Eastern man and were impressed by what they saw. The boy quickly exits the crowded parking lot and heads to his first class of the day.
He passes many different people on the way there. Many of them just shun him since he has always been an outcast. A few who saw him earlier and were a bit impressed want to talk to Henry. And then there is actually one cheerleader who thinks that he is cute, but she isn’t around at the moment so he doesn’t see her. Instead Henry only sees the people who are mostly indifferent towards him. He is perfectly fine with that since it’s not like he wants to be friends with them anyways. No, he prefers to be by himself like his dad did back when he was in high school.
Once he gets to the classroom, Henry finds that he is the first one in and sits down at his usual place. He waits and people start filing in. Eventually, a girl enters the classroom and sits down next to him. Her name is Shani and she just transferred here around a week ago. It’s a tough move for a senior year but she seemed to be doing well. Right now though, the exotic beauty is rifling through her bag. She has a very similar Middle Eastern complexion to the man that Henry met this morning, also an Egyptian immigrant like him, and is very beautiful, with a toned figure.
It is not very surprising that she is so fit, since she played track and field at her old school and joined his school’s team immediately after starting here. Her thighs are very muscular and her ass is round and tight. The teenager chides himself for getting carried away and he walks over to her. “Hi! You’re Shani, right? Did you forget your homework?” She quickly nods with a guilty look on her pretty face, framed by glossy, long hair. “You can hand in mine. I’ll write your name up at the top of the sheet.”
Shani is astonished. She did not even ask him and here he is, offering to help her out when it is all so detrimental to himself. “Thank you!” she says to him. “But wouldn’t you get into trouble for not handing something in?” She looks at his face with concern as he shakes his head and smiles, confusing Shani. Henry just goes back to his table to get his homework, scribble her name on it and give it to her, without hesitating, despite the very important point that she just raised.
He gives her a warm smile that makes her feel butterflies in her stomach. “No need to worry,” he says. “I’m what you might call a teacher’s pet. I’ve always handed it assignments on time if not ahead of the deadline, so she would only tell me off briefly before collecting other people’s works. You, on the other hand, are a new student. Better avoid starting off on the wrong foot.” He then goes back to his seat, leaving the tall olive-skinned beauty there, still looking stunned, but also grateful. She looks at the homework he did and sees that it is very detailed. He clearly did a lot of work and put in so much effort.
The teacher arrives soon after. She then starts collecting the homework. When she gets to where Henry is sitting, she is clearly surprised to see nothing on his table. “Did you forget to bring your homework today, Henry?” she asks him in a kind, patient tone. He is probably the only one who would get receive this much patience from her, since he has always been a close to perfect student who’s also always polite. A few students are smarter than him but they’re often arrogant and she and other teachers don’t like them as much as they like Henry.
Henry gives his teacher his sweetest, most apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Tyler,” he says to her. “But I forgot to bring it with me today. I promise I will have it on your desk first thing tomorrow morning.” The teacher nods and resumes collecting homework. She then goes to the front of the classroom and starts with her presentation, before giving them assignments. They all have half an hour to do it. Henry manages to finish the work in twenty minutes and spends the remaining time reading news articles.
Once the class is over, Henry gets ready to leave. He is interrupted by someone though. Shani is blocking his way when he is about to exit the classroom. Her exotic good looks nearly enchants him to the point of incoherence, but he manages to pull himself together. “Hey, do you want to walk to our next class together?” he asks in a friendly tone, noticing the look in her eyes. She is still a new student here, after all. It is the least that he could do. He watches her and waits for her to say something.
Shani is looking into his eyes in a way that makes him shiver. Her beautiful face is intimidating him. Then she grins and says “That was really brave of you to get yourself in trouble to save me. I know I already thanked you but I just want to do it again.” He smiles back at her and Shani can feel her face going warm. “Thanks so much, Henry. I would have been told off so harshly if you didn’t let me hand in your work as mine. I don’t know how I can ever hope to repay you.”