Drill Sergeant J Phillip Grabowski was fuckingsex on a stick. Ryan hadn't felt like this for any guy since David,back in high school. Hell, he hadn't even thought about David likethis.
A slow, lazy, dimpled grin formed on the DrillSergeant’s face. One that caused Ryan to smile back.
Ryan actually, was kinda sorry he’d had allthose unkind thoughts about the man. He seemed...different than theothers they had dealt with so far.
That thought proved to be so fucking wrong, Ryandidn't even want to go into detail how wrong he was. Not only wasGrabowski as insane as everyone made him out to be, he was fuckingevil as hell.
“Aww, how cute. Look, William, I think PrivateGracin has a crush on me,” Grabowski called, his eyes never leavingRyan's. “Do you have a crush on me, Private?”
Ryan's smile froze. Fuck. He could feel agiggle. So, instead of speaking, he shook his head.
“Wrong Private. You will answer me when I askyou a question. So tell me, do you have a crush on me?”
At this point, Ryan knew saying anything wouldbe wrong, but saying nothing would be wrong too. So, he answered.“No, Drill Sergeant Ga...G...Gas...”
His eyebrows rose clear to his hair line. “So,I'm not worthy of being crush material then?” Phillip asked.” Am Ithat fucking ugly?”
“God, no. I mean no, Drill Sergeant.” Ryandidn't even try to say his name again.
“Drill Sergeant Grabowski,” the other mansupplied, and waited for Ryan to say it.
“Drill Sergeant Grabowski.”
“Good, now, back to our conversation. So, youdohave a crush on me? Come on, Gracin, make up your mind.”He growled. “Do you think I'm easy, is that why you’re crushing onme?”
Ryan colored, and snapped his eyes straightforward. “No, Drill Sergeant Grabowski, I don't think you'reeasy.”
“I think he does, Phillip. Hell that would pissme off,” Connelly offered, coming over to stand at Phillip’sside.
“Yup, he thinks you’re a slut, Phillip,” WilliamKing added, as if Grabowski needed a reason to hate Ryan evenmore.
“I'm a slut? Do you think that?” Phillip askedand with that fucking evil ass grin firmly planted on his face. “AmI easy, Private Gracin? Is that what you heard?”
No, as a point of fact, that was not what Ryanhad heard. He had heard that Drill Sergeant Grabowski was fuckinginsane, and he liked to kill the people who pissed him off. “No,Drill Sergeant Grabowski!” he shouted.
“Oh so now I'm a prude. IS that what you think,Private Gracin?”
There comes a point in the whole process whereeven the strong break. Ryan figured he's rapidly approaching his.He felt the giggles start. Before he even managed to breathe, hewas giggling like crazy...again.
“Oh for fuck sake, get down, Private Gracin;count them off for me,” Phillip demanded.
Ryan fell to the ground and began to dopush-ups. He counted loudly between giggles, praying that thatwould stop the whole scene. He realized two things. One, he justmade a 'special' friend out of Drill Sergeant Grabowski, and two,trying to do push-ups while giggling is damn near impossible.
It seemed to work, because Phillip continueddown the line. Every time he stopped, whoever happened to earn hiswrath ended up pounding his face into the ground. By pounding hisface, Ryan meant they ended up doing push-ups. A lot of fuckingpush-ups.
They day droned on, and everyone realized thatall the rumors they heard about Drill Sergeant Grabowski were true.He was a sadistic bastard, whose only true pleasure came when hewas trying to kill someone.
***
The first week of Basic went off without ahitch. Each man got their own special nickname from the three DrillSergeants. Currently, Ryan answered to three names. Drill SergeantKing's own nickname, 'DSL', an acronym for his 'dick sucking lips';'Pretty boy', Drill Sergeant Connelly's own 'special' nickname forhim, and fucking Freckles. Phillip’s nickname, because of theblonds’ smattering of fucking freckles.
They had just come back from dinner, and weresitting in their rooms, bemoaning another day in Hell. Luckily,Ryan ended up in the same room as Patrick, Brendon, and Kenneth. Hewas thankful for that because they were his close friends. Atleast, they had the most in common. They were all from somewhere inOhio, except Patrick, who was from Oklahoma. And, most importantly,they all had come to the realization that the Army was so fuckedup, that they all wanted out.
“Dude, I think Grabowski is trying to kill us. Ireally do. Those rumors weren't really rumors, he's fucking evil,”Brendon whined, as he fell onto his bunk.
Patrick sighed, and leaned against the wall. “Ithink he has a hard-on for you,” he said, looking at Ryan.
Ryan snarled at that. “Yeah, well I hope hechokes on it. He's the fucking anti-Christ.”
