My Dead Poets Society Moment: "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." We were analyzing quotes in English and I jumped at the chance to get that one. My group did not stand a chance.

Eight o'clock at night was Steven Meeks favorite part of the day. It was a time when classes were done and he got to go see his boyfriend and tutor him in Latin. This boy was none other than Mr. Charlie Dalton. Charlie's flattery had helped to convince Meeks to instruct the slacking Charlie Dalton and the two had been inseparable ever since. They had bonded over trigonometry problems and became enamored of one another over chemistry. To impress Meeks, Charlie had told him "te amo" or "I love you" in Latin. Who knew Latin was the language of love?

Meeks practically skipped down the polished mahogany floors of the hallway their rooms were in. Thoughts of Charlie Dalton swirled in his brain.

"Charlie! Ready to study for Latin?" Meeks burst through Charlie's bedroom door. His mouth dropped open. There was Charlie, all right; shoving his tongue down some girl's throat, thrusting into her up against the wall.

"Oh, hey, Meeksie. This is kind of a bad time. Later, maybe?" Charlie smirked to the red-head; his hair disheveled and his shirt and tie loosened. They were back at it within seconds.

"I can't believe you, Dalton! I thought we were... that we were... you know..." Meeks stammered and leaned against the door frame for support.

Charlie pulled away again. "You know that we weren't serious, right? I mean, come on, Meeksie. You were a nice plaything and all, but I love women. Should have known that getting into this." They were back at it again. Charlie and the hot blonde moaning into each other's mouths like this was a porno.

Meeks slammed the door and stormed down the hallway.

Neil skipped happily down the hallway. "Hey, Meeks! It's been a great day hasn't it?" Neil's smile lit up his face.

Meeks grabbed him by the pressed shirt collar and shoved him up against the wall. "Some people have problems, Neil! Go be all sunshine and rainbows with Todd, for Christ sake!"

Meeks retreated to his room and slammed the door behind him. He began to pace.

Plaything? Was that all I ever was to him? Apparently, since he's in there shoving his tongue down some girl's throat right now. And after all I've done for him! All of this tutoring and trying to keep his grades up enough so he could stay here! And for what? So he can cheat on me with some... some... cheap whore he picked up off the street! He has to know how much I care about him and he just walks all over me!

Meeks' thoughts became incoherent even to him. He was stuttering and raging in his own head and if he paced any faster, the floor would wear out.

"Alright, can we get this studying over with?" Charlie Dalton made a grand entrance; shirt untucked, tie loosened, and smeared, red mouth. Even his pants were unbuckled.

"Why in such a hurry, Dalton? Got another girl in there?" Meeks spoke coldly, but he could feel the tears starting to come. He had never felt so betrayed.

"Look, Meeksie. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to actually see that," Charlie said sympathetically and moved closer, touching Meeks shoulder. "Let's just get to work, okay?"

Meeks brushed him off harshly. "No, Charlie. Not anymore. You can find somebody else to help you. Or fail, it doesn't matter to me."

"But Meeksie..."

"Get out, Charlie," Meeks said quietly. Charlie didn't move; he was too shocked.

Meeks got up, almost throwing his desk chair back from the force. "I said get out!"

Meeks never raised his voice at anyone, so Charlie knew he was serious. He walked solemnly out the door; leaving his red-headed companion behind.

A.N. There is more coming to this story! There will be other chapters so please don't stop reading!

~ Carpe Diem.