Marco Del Rossi woke up on a cold Monday morning and winced at the pain in his rear end. He knew that he shouldn't have gone through with it but the temptation was too strong to resist. He practically threw himself at the guy; it was entirely unexpected. Marco was suspicious and secretly excited when he was invited to his house to study and spend the night--even though half of Degrassi already knew of Marco's homosexuality--and yet, he was still invited anyway.
Marco turned to the side and looked upon his partner. He was somewhat skinny, tall, and white with long beautiful brown hair that went down just past his shoulders. He had some blemishes on his face, but they didn't ruin the unexpected attraction that had suddenly arisen that night. He definitely had muscle structure but he hated sports. "That's too bad," Marco thought to himself. "He could be a real hunk of meat." Marco reprimanded himself for thinking such thoughts. He told himself that last night was just a freak accident. He was, after all…still with Dylan.
His lover stirred. "…Yawn…" Then he awoke abruptly. His facial expression was startled. " Marco! I told you not to let me fall asleep! Oh God…"
"Uh oh…"He sighed. "Crap! Sorry, Miguel, I guess I was tired after last night and fell asleep before you did."
Miguel was silent for a few seconds. Then he spoke. "Oh no… what if my dad walked in on us? In bed? Together? WITH NO CLOTHES ON?"
"I think that he would have woken us up if that had happened…"
"What if it was my mom? Or my sister, or my brother?" Miguel continued to panic, but still keeping his voice low, he asked, "Do you know if the door was open?"
"I don't know! It's not like this isn't my first time in your house. How do I know if I'm allowed to close your door?
Miguel rolled his eyes at Marco's idiocy. "Did you not think that my father would want the door open? I mean, it's not like he hasn't suspected that I'm… you know… this way!"
Miguel and Marco wasted no more time. They got out of the small twin size bed and dressed. Miguel closed the slightly open door before dressing. School would start soon. Marco wondered how he was going to get to school, since Miguel did not live within walking distance of the school.
"We'll be taking the bus, of course. My dad's too stupid and lazy to get up and take me to school." They walked out of the small room.
Miguel's brother was still sleeping on the couch in the living room. His parents had made him give up his bed and let Marco sleep in it. He was relieved that his brother had not woken up to find Marco and him in the same bed.
Marco quickly used the restroom while Miguel packed up his things and then they left for the bus stop
Miguel sat down on the curb in front of the house where the bus stop was located. Marco quietly sat down next to him. The two boys did not sat anything to each other. Marco was thinking about the sinful mistake that he had made with Miguel, and how upset his parents would have been for doing such a disgusting and dishonest act. It was by mere luck that they had not been discovered. The pain in his rear end had slightly subsided. He wondered if Miguel had experienced the same pain. When Marco found out about Miguel's confusion with his sexual orientation in their conversation last night he could not help but welcome the possibility of something happening and he let the attraction come to him. He had been the aggressor, and Miguel the victim. Or so it would have been if Miguel had resisted Marco when Marco slid off the twin size top bunk and into Miguel's bottom bunk. At first Miguel didn't seem to respond, but when Marco turned to his side and rubbed his legs against Miguel's and put his arms around him, Miguel turned to his side as well and returned Marco's erotic, affectionate touching and rubbing. Marco did not know what Miguel thought of his body, but he did not care because Miguel returned his advances. When they kissed, it was electric and Miguel could not help but grasp Marco's small, firm buttocks and the two boys began making out. Marco could feel Miguel's erection and knew that Miguel could feel his. Then Marco stopped, pulled away and got out of the bed. He went across the small room and got the one and only condom that Dylan had given him on one of their dates, saying to keep it around with him incase Dylan forgot his own when they were ready to make love. Marco quietly got back into the bed with the condom in his hand, set it down next to him and motioned for Miguel to take off his clothes while he took of his and they rubbed their naked bodies together, kissing and licking each other. All was quiet and it was very late in the night. Then Marco picked up the condom that he had set next to him and gave it to Miguel. Miguel unwrapped it and slid it on, and Marco laid down on his stomach while Miguel sat bent on his knees so that Marco was between Miguel's legs and Miguel moved forward and opened Marco's buttocks and slid into him. Marco quietly groaned every now and then, at first in pain and then in pleasure as Miguel thrust deeply in and moved his waist back and forth. After a couple minutes, Miguel stopped, withdrew from Marco, and informed him in a whisper that he had not ejaculated and if Marco wanted to take the condom he could. Marco agreed and they switched places. Miguel laid on his back, opened his legs after handing Marco the barely used condom (since they didn't have any other ones) and Miguel slightly lifted his waist so that his buttocks were rested against Marco's bent knees, and Marco entered Miguel and thrust back and forth with his hands on Miguel's hips and Miguel put his hand on himself and masturbated while Marco moved quicker and quicker until they both reached their climax and ejaculated. They managed to stay really quiet, only breathing hard when the sex was drawing to a close. After the act was finished, Marco and Miguel resumed normal sleeping positions and Marco rested himself against Miguel. The two boys lay there in the dark, wondering if a higher power protected them from getting caught.
The bus had not yet come, and Marco snapped out of his reminiscing and looked at Miguel. He was looking down at the ground, silent as death itself. His hair hid his face from the world around him. The sky was a muddled gray, and the clouds showed signs of possible rainfall. The wind blew their hair out of their faces, and Marco looked back down at the ground. How was he going to handle his guilty feelings around Dylan? Was Dylan going to find out? Would Miguel find out about Dylan?
Suddenly, the bus came around the corner and picked them up. There were not many seats available, so they did not sit next to each other.
As usual, the bus was late. The bell had rung and students everywhere scurried to get to their classes. Degrassi was a crowded school with neat halls, classrooms, bathrooms, a sizeable gymnasium, and a clean cafeteria. It was actually a pretty good public school compared to others around the city. There was no litter on the ground, no gum under any of the desks, very small amounts of graffiti on the walls… Degrassi was what you could call a nice school.
Miguel got off the bus first, and then Marco. Both did not walk with each other and went their separate ways.
"How was your weekend?" Ellie was already seated. She sat right next to Marco in first period math with Coach Armstrong as the teacher. She was wearing her black clothes, as always. Her red hair was in pigtails and her pale white skin was clear as crystal. Today she looked more happy than usual.
"…Alright, I guess." Marco tried to hide how upset he really was.
"Guess what happened."
"I don't know, what?" Marco attempted to hide his disinterest from her. That was what you had to do to keep your friends.
"I got a letter from Sean. He says he'll be down here in a couple months and that he's already dealing with what happened here. I'm so relieved; I thought he'd be gone longer than that." She smiled.
"That's great, Ellie. I'm really happy for you." He put up a phony smile. Apparently she didn't see through it and was satisfied.
There were a few moments of silence as the final bell rang and all of the students filed into the classroom and everyone took out their notebooks and writing utensils.
Coach Armstrong was covering the unit on solving complex rational equations. Soon the chalkboard was full of numbers, variables, pluses, minuses, and equations. Everyone was taking notes.
Suddenly, Ellie tossed a note on Marco's desk.
Has Dylan called you yet? You don't mention him at all these days.
Marco hesitated to reply. He told the truth, and nothing more.
No, he hasn't called me.
Ellie looked at the note, apparently not satisfied with such an uninformative response. She passed it back, expecting Marco to write back, so on and so forth.
Is something wrong between you and him?
No. He's probably just busy, that's all.
…Busy doing what, I ask?
How am I supposed to know?
Okay, no one is too busy to give their love a call once in a while.
What are you getting at?
I'm just saying that maybe you should be a little suspicious.
Why? I trust him.
Still…
Marco became annoyed and slowly crumpled up the paper. He also felt another stab of guilt because he knew that Dylan could not trust him. He didn't turn to look at Ellie; he didn't want to see the possibly angered look on her face. She didn't say anything to him.
Marco thought about what he had done and the guilt flowed through him like a water fountain. He gave his virginity away to a guy he'd only known for about two weeks and his adamantly Catholic parents would have been utterly appalled. There was no excuse for what he had done. He thought about what would happen between him and Miguel when sixth period came. They sat right next to each other; there was no avoiding him. Unless he ditched class… but that was not a possibility. Marco had never ditched a class in his lifetime and didn't know how. He was terrible at lying (except about his homosexuality, but even that secret seemed to escape his lips.) He could not fake an illness. He could not feign psychological problems and see a counselor… unless… he went to the counselor about this particular problem. He heard from Ellie that Ms. Sovet was really nice and understanding, and she was actually very helpful even though most people believed that school shrinks are in it just for the "experience points" since they were not actually licensed counselors. But Ellie had told him that Ms. Sovet was helping her get through this tough time that she was having with self- injury and her tragedy with Sean's sudden departure from Degrassi.
Coach Armstrong suddenly announced that it was time to pack up because the bell was about to ring. Marco gathered his things and still did not look at Ellie, and when the bell finally rang he hurriedly got up and went out of the classroom to go to his second period. He stopped when he heard Ellie say, "Marco, wait."
He let her catch up to him. "What?" he asked in a monotonous tone, as if nothing had happened. Marco despised acting like the typical bitch.
"I'm sorry if I was being nosy. I just wanted to start up conversation, and I didn't mean to offend you." She gave him the slightly hurt stare that she gave everyone when she was sorry about something.
"No, it's no problem… I just wanted to start copying the problems on the board, that's all." He received a couple stares from people passing by. He didn't realize how "nerdy" he sounded.
"Don't lie to me. You just sat there slumped in your chair daydreaming. Just tell me, are you okay?"
"Yeah, Ellie, I'm fine. I'll see you at lunch; I need to get to my next class. Spinner and the guys are waiting for me there and I borrowed a CD off of Craig."
"All right… Bye."
"Bye."
They parted and Marco went to his next class.
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"What's wrong, Spinner?"
"Nothing, I'm just tired, that's all."
"You seem kind of…down lately." Craig was concerned about all of his friends. Even Spinner.
"Dude, I'm alright, can you just leave me alone? You're bugging the hell out of me."
That wasn't exactly an invitation to talk. Craig understood; Spinner had just broken up with his girlfriend, his best friend Jimmy was in the hospital, and he was having internal conflicts about his feelings for a tenth grader named Manny. Craig felt an inner hostility towards Spinner because he had those same conflicts over Manny, but he didn't let Spinner know that. Besides, after the fight that they had gotten in at the movie theatre it was a sure enough sign that they both wanted her because the fight was over Manny. They had decided to keep things cool, for now.
"Alright, sorry…" Craig replied in a slightly peeved tone.
Just then, Marco came striding into the classroom. "Hey guys, what's up?" He asked in a casual tone.
"Oh, hey Marco. Spinner here is a little menstrual today. Aren't you, Spinner?" Craig was once again joking around, as he always did.
"Ha ha, very funny." Spinner gave a weak sock on Craig's arm. He then buried his face in his hands and ignored everyone else.
Marco sat down in his seat next to Craig. "I have that CD that you let me borrow. Just let me get it." He picked up his backpack and searched through it.
Suddenly he stopped. As he was digging through he came upon a picture he had taken with Dylan last year. He felt guilty looking at it. They looked so happy together… the beach looked beautiful, and he and Dylan were standing next to each other, smiling. Dylan's curly blonde hair, his smiling face, and his strong arms… they all made Marco think. How would this happy guy who loved him look if he found out what he did? How would that beaming smile on his face change? People could be so happy and then so angry, all at once…
"Hey Marco, you giving me the CD or what?" Craig was looking mildly impatient. Spinner looked up.
"Oh yeah, just hold on. I got distracted, that's all. He dropped the picture back to the bottom of his backpack, underneath his notebooks, underneath his folders… away from his sight. He found the CD and handed it to Craig. Craig didn't say anything as he put it into his backpack. Spinner put his head back down on the desk. The class went on, boring everyone to death.
Then Marco suddenly had to use the restroom. He got up, got a pass from the teacher, and then went out the door and into the hallway. No one was there. He kept walking and went into the restroom. Nobody seemed to be in there. He went up to the urinals and then he saw the words "Marco is gay" written above one of them. He didn't use that one.
While he was urinating, he wondered if the thing that he and Miguel did with the condom could have given him a disease. He didn't know whether Miguel was a virgin or not. But surprisingly, he wasn't as afraid of that as he was of his infidelity being revealed to Dylan. He decided that nobody, under any circumstances, was going to find out.
Except Ms. Sovet. He didn't know when he was going to go and see her, but he knew that he was going to have to face Miguel sooner or later, so he knew that it would have to be later. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't have to see her anyway—maybe the whole situation with Miguel will clear up when he talked to him in sixth period.
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She checked to make sure that no one was looking, and then she turned on the computer. She thought about what she would do for her next class and since this was her prep period she was supposed to be deciding that. But she didn't. She had to… satisfy this sudden longing.
She was anxious for the computer to start up. Why wouldn't it hurry?
Then came a knock at the door. She was startled, and since she hadn't done anything yet, she went to the door and unlocked it.
It was Liberty: an African American student with excellent grades. She was short with glasses and a large mouth. She was slightly unpopular and annoying, but nonetheless an easy student to deal with.
"I have my report on Julius Caesar, Ms. Kwan," Liberty said with a slight smile of satisfaction with herself.
"Thanks, Liberty."
"I have to get going. I don't want to miss my teacher's lesson. You know what they say about procrastination."
"Yes, of course, Liberty. I'll have it graded by tomorrow."
"Thanks." Liberty turned to go. As she was walking down the hall, Ms. Kwan went back inside the classroom. She thought about what it would be like if all students at Degrassi were like Liberty. She guessed that she would have no free time; she would spend it grading papers. She was actually glad that there were idiots in the world because it gave her time to…
She went back to the computer. It was now at the desktop, waiting for her to command it to do what she wanted it to do. There was a slightly excited feeling in her stomach, as if she was finally letting herself out of her cage.
She clicked on the Internet Explorer icon. She then typed in " and waited for the page to show up. After that… she let herself go…
Pictures of pornography were everywhere. There were all sorts of images, and just the first pictures that showed up quickly aroused her. The nudity and sexual activity were quickly absorbing in her thoughts, and she clicked on pictures of naked men and women having oral, anal, and vaginal sex. She unzipped her pants and reached down.
She was lost to the outside world. She did not care if others thought she was disgusting or a pervert; Ms. Kwan just thought about the ones that were just like her. Obsessed with sexual imagery. She, without shame, clicked on the video options of the website and masturbated to them. This was her prep period; no one would bother her.
When she was finished she shut down the computer and made herself forget that it even happened. Went to her desk and went through her briefcase to see if she had made any lesson plans for her next period.