~ Hello beautiful piggie. Just a quick heads up, I don't plan on making this a very long story... I had Just Give Me a Reason by P!nk feat. Nate Ruess and Leave Out All The Rest by Linken Park were stuck and engraved into my brain! Cause two songs just get jammed in their like that. So what did I do? Read the lyrics and mash them together then BAM! This story was created cause me, the awesome Bebo is addicted to Kames and thinks about it non stop. You're most likely sick of hearing this shit so I should let you know I do NOT own BTR not do I own the songs I mixed together to create parts of this story. Am I missing anything? Nope! Good! Wait- I forgot to mention... Wait, what was it?! FUCK! Oh yeah! This stories rated M for a reason- meaning swearing and possible/most likely/ lemon. Hehe, I find it funny that M means 15+ and I'm not even 15 yet 3 SHHHHH! It's a secret xD ~
The cold Minnesota air pushed against my face, almost knocking the grey beanie from my dirty blonde hair. I scrunched up my face a little and pulled it back into place, smiling at this tiny accomplishment. School was most likely going to be pretty boring today. But I doubt my day could get any worse. Today started with Mum yelling at me to get out of bed. Once I was out of bed she hurried me into eating then I had to drive Katie to school. Turns out my phone died in the night die to my broken charger and my alarm didn't go off.
Once Katie was at school I was halfway to my own school when I could hear rumbling from the back of my car. Turns out I popped a tire. Already being late enough, I decided the school was in walking distance so I'd being a friend in his car to help me fix it. Then it started to snow. The soft, white ice falling slowly across the earths surface.
I took in a deep breath and looked out in front of me. The snow was light, but it didn't cover a few small puddles of melted ice from earlier. I looked down into one. It was so cold and wet that I saw my green eyes reflect back into my own. I kicked at the puddle an sighed, walking the rest of the distance to school.
My first class was Spanish. I hated starting my week with learning a foreign language. It was so confusing. I walked into class seeing Mr. Garcia writing things on the board, preparing the lesson.
I sat at my desk, sighing softly as I did so. I looked at my books until I felt a weak hand that attempted strength softly stroke my back.
"Hey Kendall!" A cheerful voce sang as I looked up at a short boy with jet black hair and dark coffee eyes. He sat down at the table next to mine, pulling his books from his bag. His two favourite subjects were Math and Spanish. How do I know this? Because I know that he's in love with Mr. Garcia. He has no idea how obvious he makes it. But Mr. Garcia is married to a woman named Alexis, so he knows the teacher will only ever be a small crush.
"Hey Logie..." I said softly as I force smile onto my face.
"You okay? You look real down..." Logan commented as he watched Me. Garcia's back as if his back were the last sandwich at the picnic.
"Yeah Logan, I'm fucking fine... I've had an awesome morning. I bet yours was epic as shit!" I spat.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed..." Logan said softly.
"Logan- sorry for snapping. I just-"
"Mr. Knight. What have I told you before?" Mr. Garcia said as he leaned over my desk to glare softly at me. He was usually a really cheerful teacher, but I could see dark rings under his eyes indicating he must me tired as hell.
"Not to talk in class. But sir, class hasn't started yet." I stated.
"It doesn't matter whether class has started or not. I don't accept swearing in my class rooms..." He said as he crossed his arms. "You know how much I hate doing this, but you'll have a lunch time detention..." Mr. Garcia said softly.
"¿Qué? El estúpido bastardo..." I muttered.
"Kendall." He said softly, turning his back to walk to the front of the room to begin class.
"...He was so close..." Logan said in a hushed voice. I paid no attention to it, realising he was talking to himself.
Spanish felt as though it was tying a thick rope around my neck and dragging me through the double period lesson before Recess. After Recess I had English, Math then Lunch. Logan'll have fun in Math, but I don't think Mr. Garcia's very happy with me.
During Recess, Logan and I sat by that oval that was half drenched in snow while we avoided the girls who were crushing on us. I didn't eat much, well, I didn't eat anything at all. Logan forgot his food so I have him mine. Not realising I didn't pack much myself.
Then English came around. English was spilt into two lessons as Ms. Collins had to attend an important meeting, so we needed a substitute teacher for the rest of the lesson.
I started the lesson sitting in my usual corner. Alone, without a care in the world. Logan didn't have English, he had Science at the moment, which left me alone. Sure I was popular, but I didn't like talking to people who I haven't known for a long time. I'd talk to Jenny but she's busy with her new friends. I'd talk to my ex girlfriend Jo, but she's talking with my other ex Lucy. They were pretty fun y relationships. They asked why I broke up with then, the same way every girl does. All I answer is 'it just doesn't feel right' then walk away. That's why I'm popular. For being a heart breaker. I tried figuring out why I wasn't into dating girls... Until I figured out I just wasn't into girls in general. That's another reason Logan and I are really close. He admitted he was gay when he told me about the small crush he had on me, then how he thought Mr. Garcia was sexy with the way he speaks Spanish. I haven't told him about myself yet, because I still don't know. I think I'm gay, only cause I'm not into girls and guys seem to be getting even more interesting every day.
When Ms. Collins left, the sub teacher walked in. When he walked into the classroom, everything finally made sense. All the answers to my questions were answered as he walked into the classroom and spoke with the teacher.
Right from the start,
You were a thief,
You stole my heart,
I watched him carefully. He had brown hair that was short and styled above his head. It looked as though when he was younger it might have been long and hung in his face. His hazel eyes were noticeable from where I sat as they looked as though they glittered. He smiled softly at the teacher, stretching his perfectly thin lips. His body fit perfectly into his dark denim jeans and black shirt with silvery patterns. He wore a leather-type jacket over it and I couldn't see his feet due to the many desks that were in front of me. Ms. Collins said good bye to the class then left. She said more but I couldn't concentrate with the most amazing- no- gorgeous- unable to describe beauty that stood at the front of the classroom. He averted his eyes over the students, meeting mine with a short glance, sending a light blush to my cheeks. He looked at me again, noticing this blush and smiling shyly. He looked at everyone and grabbed a marker for the board. I could see a bunch of girls practically drooling over the teacher as he wrote his name upon the board.
"Hi everyone. My name is James Diamond. I don't really care what you call me. Mister, Sir, Diamond, Mr. Diamond or James is fine with me." He said softly a girl raised her hand, so the teacher pointed at her. "Yes, miss?"
"Halston. Yeah, Uhmm... I was wondering... Do you have a girlfriend?" She almost squealed. I was suddenly interested in his answer, pushing my jealousy of the pretty, hot and sexy girls in the class he'd pick over me, if he had to chose one of us.
"A girlfriend? I can tell you I've had many... Many, girls come in and out of my life. But none of them a right for me..." He looked back at me, smiling softly. "I haven found the right person. But I'm keeping my eyes pealed for when I walk into his- I mean- her life, or when she walks into mine..." He said as he swallowed something and looked at the board. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about myself, which I wouldn't mind doing. Your teacher told me to set a task for you..." He said as he started to write on the board. "Actually, stuff it. Lets get to know each other. I'll be teaching you all week any way..." He said as he clasped his hands on his lap as he leaned against the desk. Jett raised his hand, smiling as he did so.
"Why will you be here all week?" He asked.
"Cause Ms. Collins is out for a teaching corse in L.A at some famous hotel called the Palm Woods. She won't be back for a week or two, so in taking over... Now, lets all get into a circle. Push the tables out of the way and lets sit down..." He said as he stood up to start moving tables.
Everyone glanced at each other for a moment, debating over whether they should or shouldn't. So I stood up and started pushing tables back, so soon everyone was helping.
Once the tables were out of the way, we all actually sat in a circle. The teacher, James, sat with two girls on his side, while I sat directly across from him.
"I'll start. I'm James Diamond. I love playing hockey, hair products, myself, reading magazines, tanning when it's not cold, well, when I'm on holidays, singing, playing piano and writing. Writing is my favourite. Why? Because it's how I express myself. Just like when I play piano. Next..." He said, looking to his left.
"Oh, Uhmm. I'm Jenny Tinkler. I love singing, dancing and breaking because I'm good at most of them..." She said softly as she flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes.
"I'm Jo Taylor. I love acting and basically performing~" and it continued on. I lost interest as I was to busy staring at James, who's glance at me a couple of times with shy smiles. I was nudged softly, so I slightly shook my head and smiled.
"I'm Kendall Knight." I said, noticing James write something on his forearm. "I love playing guitar, writing songs, beanies and playing hockey. I love expressing myself in ways people don't understand..." I said as I looked at James. Our eyes locked for a few, long seconds before he sighed and looked at the next person.
By the time it was lunch I felt conflicted with my thoughts. I was pretty upset with how this morning played out and getting detention. Then in Math I was given a large assignment.
I showed up in the Spanish classroom, seeing Mr. Garcia organise a few papers. He had to come back from the class we were just in because he left a few important papers. He walked out, smiling softly.
"Kendall, Mr. Diamond, the substitute for English and Performing Arts has asked you meet him in the music room. He said he wanted to talk to you, probably most of lunch. So he will be supervising you while I talk with Logan about his failing grades..." Mr. Garcia said as he walked away.
"Did I just hear him right? Logan's failing something?" I thought out loud. I chuckled softly and started walking towards the music rooms. What could James want?
I walked to the room, standing outside the door. I could hear the faint noise of a piano. Th notes were being played in the deeper section, slow and powerful. I felt as though the pianist was angry, sad- yet hurt and tried to be happy as the higher note clashed into deeper ones. I pushed open the door softly, looking around. At the schools grabs piano sat James. His back was to me as I softly shut the door. I watched him as he played, his fingers working some kind of magic on each key.
I walked to the other side, watching him as his eyes were closed and played with a hurt expression covering his face. He was also wearing black glasses which suited him pretty well.
"M-Mr. Dia-Diamond!" I called. He pushed his hands onto the keys, shooting open his eyes to look at me.
"K-Kendall. Hi... Sorry about playing so loudly..." He said softly. I leaned against the piano, taking in a deep breath so I wouldn't loose my cool.
"I don't mind. Really... You called me in here anyway..." I stated. He smiled, most likely remembering something.
"Grab a guitar..." He said. I smiled and got the nearest guitar, dragging a stool over to him and sitting in front of him. "Now play. Please. Play a random tune." James said with a soft smile. I took in a deep breath then looked down at the strings. I placed my fingers on the neck an positioned my fingers. I started strumming a few soft notes, some that sounded like a sad mess. Until I sped it up to make the chords sound angry behind belief. I softened it as I heard James start playing soft piano along with what I played.
Our two instruments started flowing together, making a beautiful rhythm. We finished playing and I looked at him through stressed eyes, as he looked back at me. For a second it felt as though he could feel my anger and stress and I could feel his hurt and sadness. Then it faced just as fast as it came.
"Mr. Diamond-"
"-James-"
"James..." I said softly. "Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant as he gave me the answer I was looking for.
"You looked like something was troubling you in class. When you looked at me you brightened up. Which made me feel... Funny... For someone who's good with words that was probably terrible. Anyway, you said guitar was a way of expressing yourself. I play piano to express myself. I'm sad and hurt, so I played it. Your angry and stressed, so you played it..."
"Why are you telling me this? Why am I in here alone with you? Mr. Dia- I mean- James... I don't understand." I admitted.
"Because something about you seems right. I just feel right. I've always judged whether I'm right for someone by playing music with them. When we played I felt like I was one with you..." He stated. Now that I think about it, I knew exactly how he felt.
"I know..." I said softly. "Wait- are you saying-"
"May I kiss you?" He asked. I blushed deeply and thought. One- he's my teacher. Two- he's a lot older then me. Three- I met him just under 2 hours ago.
"Wh-why?" I asked, receiving a shrug. "Do you kiss all your students?"
"No..." He replied with a chuckle. "Your different- no- your unique... Didn't you feel it when we first made eye contact? Or am I bias?" I leaned over my guitar, pressing my lips to his. I understood where he was coming from, so I needed to feel it as well.
The second our lips connected I blushed deeply. I felt complete, like I was being filled with a sort of happiness my deepest sadness, anger and stress being taken from me couldn't fill. Our lips slowly moved, the only sounds were the air-conditioner and the sound of James running his hand along the keys of the piano as he brought his hand to his side. He put it behind my neck to pull us closer together, deepening the kiss. We eventually needed air and pulled apart, taking in deep breaths and smiling softly.
"Wow..." We said in sync.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" James asked.
"I think I'm starting too..." I answered as he smiled, kissing me shortly. When I pulled away and saw his closed eyes, my heart felt as though it stopped and a million butterflies were dropped into my stomach. I smiled to my self and sat properly in my seat, looking down at my guitar. He opened his eyes, smiling, a little confused with my actions. I looked down at my guitar again and played a fast, happy rhythm, bringing a smile to dance upon James' lips.
When I finished I stood up, placing the guitar back on it's stand. I felt James grab me from behind, hugging me tightly.
"I do need air y'know!" I said loudly, trying to break out of his death grip with a grin.
"Are you busy after school?" He asked as he loosened his grip and leaned his head on my shoulder. He smelt of oranges and expensive hair products.
"I've gotta ask Logan to help me fix my car." I complained as I leaned my head against him.
"How about I help you out? What's wrong with it?" He asked as he pulled away from me, smiling softly. I felt an unfamiliar feeling inside me, but looked out the windows to shrug a little.
"Tire popped." I answered.
"Easy I have a spare tire... Come with me after school and we'll see if they're similar." James said softly. He grabbed my hip, pulling me into him. He pecked my lips softly with a small smile.
"Okay, I'll see you later then..." I said as I slipped from his grip to leave. I walked out the door then looked behind me, smiling softly at him as I felt as though I was in a daze.
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After schools horror left, I found myself walking back and forth in the teachers parking zone. Most students had already left the school grounds, but the teachers were still working. Someone grabbed my hips, making me jump and pull away quickly. James chuckled and looked down at his feet, making me breathe with relief.
"You scared me." I said softly.
"I'm sorry- I really didn't mean too. You just looked so huggable..." James apologised.
"That's okay, I'm sorry for jumping, I guess..." I said as I rubbed the bak of my neck. James grabbed my hand, making me pull it back and start playing with my fingers. I didn't want to hold his hand.
He led me to his car which was a model I hadn't seen before with smaller wheels then my car. He handed me his keys, smiling and walking to the passenger side.
"You can drive me to your car. Then I'll check it out..." He said as he got into the car I got in, sliding into the neatly stacked car. James smiled at me then turned the radio on once I started the car. We buckled up so I started driving.
We arrived at where my car sat with it's popped tire. We got out, leaving the car running when James saw the tired were different to his.
"We'll leave it here over night and I'll have it fixed by morning. Do you have you keys?" James asked. I nodded, pulling them from my pokey and lazily throwing ten at him. He caught them and put them into his pocket, smiling softly. He got into his car, the driver seat this time. I got in and buckled up, looking over at him as he started to drive.
I directed him to my house then thanked him for the ride. It was a time like this where I was great full Katie caught the bus home when she wasn't at homework help. Which is once a week. She's always doing homework so she can complete her major goal in life, which she hasn't said anything about.
I got out, walking to James' side of the car. He rolled the window down and smiled sweetly. I thanked him for the ride before he quickly grabbed my shirt, pulling me into a kiss. I was happy my hair just brushed against the top of the door at that moment.
I didn't kiss back though. When I realised this he pulled away, giving me a confused look. To be honest, I was feeling slightly scared. Scared of this. This meaning James.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly.
"Y-yeah..." I started as I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
"Please don't lie. I despise liars." James said softly.
"Honestly- I'm scared." I answered softly. He turned off his car, getting out. I was going to point out the fact he left the window down when he grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the gate that led into my back yard. We walked in and I saw him smile at the white wooden rocking love seat under my favourite tree. Why was it my favourite tree? Because it had my special, neglected treehouse up there from when I was Katie's age.
James sat down, pulling me onto the chair with him. We sat so our knees would touch. I could feel my palms sweating, which meant I was getting nervous. "Tell me why you're scared..." He said as he grabbed my hand. He started softly rubbing his thumb on the back, looking at me comfortingly.
"I'm scared cause I really like you. A lot. I watched my dad walk out on my mum, then commit suicide while Katie and I were in his care. He couldn't bare the sight of us anymore. So he slit his throat while teaching me how to cook curried eggs. I'm scared if we get serious, you'll walk away." I admitted as I looked anywhere that wasn't him.
"Trust me, I'd never want to leave you. Ever. I really like you too Kendall, really." James responded softly. He pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me and leaning his head on my shoulder.
Don't be afraid,
I've taken my beating,
I've shared what I've made,
"That's not all. You're also a lot older then I am- and teacher-student relationships are pretty risky. People could think of you as a pedophile." I said softly. He held me a little tighter, kissing my forehead.
"Kendall, I don't care what others think. I believe that when you really like something- even love it- you should be able to show that thing the affection you believe it needs. In this case, I like- maybe even love you. And I want to show you all of the way I feel." As James' words came out my heart sped up and I blushed deeply, hiding my face in his shirt.
"James..."
"Kendall, please don't worry about it. If you say yes to my next question I'll make sure everything's okay." James said softly.
"Alrighty then..." I said softly. James moved us so he could take a soft hold of my chin. His thumb was on my chin while his index finger folded beneath it, tilting my head to be level with his.
"Will you be my boyfriend? Please?" He asked with a smile. I stared at him, my brain suddenly emptying and I couldn't find the right words I spit out. As I opened my mouth to answer, Katie's voice coming from inside scared me. My small jump pushed the swing back, swinging me into James and connecting our lips.
"Kendall! Where's your car? Mum says- Is that Mr. Diamond?" Katie stopped. I moved to look at Katie. Every emotion in my body was drained. This has been an odd day. It started out crappy, blasted to amazing, fell down to being a little crappy, went back up to amazing then bang. I'm back to the crappy.
"Katie." James said with a shy nod.
"You were- he was- Kendall are you- mum!" Katie yelled as she ran inside. Kendall ran in after her, James following close behind. Katie ran into the lounge room where Jen was reading. "Mum!"
"What?" Jen looked up at her daughter as her son ran into the room with his teacher.
"Kendall's gay! I saw him kissing Mr. Diamond!" Katie yelled.
"Katie! The neighbourhood doesn't need to know!" Kendall yelled.
"Kendall- you're- what?" Jen was honestly puzzled.
"I'm not gay. I think I'm bi... Maybe. All I know is that I'm in love with my boyfriend." Kendall said with ashy confidence.
"Your boyfriend? How long?" Jen asked.
"Hardly two minuets." Kendall said as he looked back at a shy James. That was Kendall's way of saying yes.
"Kendall. Get out." Jen said softly as she stood up. She put her book down after marking her page, walking to the wall that led to the kitchen.
"Pardon?" Kendall responded.
"Leave. I don't want you here till the end of the week. Get out, please." Jen said as tears started to well up in her eyes.
"Mum- but, why?" Kendall responded.
"I want you out of here now! You're just like your father! Nothing but a fag who wants to break my heart!" Jen yelled.
"I'm nothing like dad! He was full on gay! I'm not. I'm just in love with James!" Kendall yelled.
"Don't yell at me. I'm having a day that's bad enough as it is, and you just had to come out to me!" Jen yelled.
"Well you're not making it any easier!" I yelled in response.
"Kendall please leave. I don't want to hurt you." Jen said softly. It was now obvious why i was having a shitty day. Whenever mum has a bad day, i have a bad day. When she has a good day, I have a good day. its just how it works, Katie does it too. I only nodded and walked to my bedroom, James awkwardly walking out to his car. He was stopped by Jen grabbing his wrist. I watched as she pulled him close to her face, whispering something before storming inside. I sighed and walked to James' car with my hockey duffle.
"Where am I going to stay?" I thought out loud as James drove.
"You're welcome to stay with me." James responded.
"Really?" I thought out loud. I looked out the window and sighed softly. Thinking up a decision that would be best for myself was a lot harder then I thought it would be.
"I have a spare room you can stay in. Just, we can't tell anybody because like you said, I am your teacher, and your my student." James said softly.
"Okay then, I'll stay with you. But- how'd you know Katie?" I wondered.
"I did a teaching course in her classroom, just like how I'm doing one in yours." James answered.
He drove, leaving the insides of his car silent as his tires spun over the road and swerved us around corners. He stopped out the front of a set of apartments. He parked then got out, grabbing my things for me. I followed him in silence as he walked in. There was about three stories of the average sized apartments. I followed him up two flights of stairs then into a room. I didn't check the number but when we walked in I realised he really was much older then me.
"I bought this apartment when I left home when i was about a year older then you are." James said softly. He walked down a small hall that had four doors. He opened it and threw the bag inside.
"You left home at 17?" I asked softly.
"Yeah..." He said sadly. "I'll tell you more later..."
"Alright..." I said shyly.
"I'll just set the room up for you. Could you please go down to my mail box. The keys are on the bench for it. I should be done by the time your back." James said with a warm smile. I nodded and turned, walking to his bench. I grabbed the key then headed out. I had no idea were the mail box's were, so I asked the first person I saw. To my surprise, it was Jo.
"Kendall? What are you doing here?" She asked with a smile.
"I'm taking a week away from mum, thought I'd stay here with a friend..." I answered. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth either.
"Which friend?" She asked.
"You don't know him..." I dismissed, hoping she wouldn't go into further detail. Then she went to ask another question, so I cut her short. "Do you know where the mail is? I need to collect it for him..."
"Uh- yeah... It's down near the recycle bins." She answered.
"Where are they?" I asked softly. She smile and started walking down the stairs, so I shrugged and followed.
She led me down to where the mail box's were. We didn't talk much, she could probably pick up my fake happiness. Once she left as was out of sight, I sighed and leaned my back against the back of the mail box's. I don't even know James' room number, so this is harder then I thought. I took in a deep breath to process what had happened today. 'I was woken up to a woman rushing me because my phone died in the night, my car broke down, I was given detention, Katie caught me accidents kiss James, I came out to mum and was kicked out of the house for a week. Kendall- stop. Think about the positives. I got to meet James today, and now I get to love with him for a while. Not many people can live with the person they love. Does he even love me back? I think he does. Does this make us boyfriends? I'll talk to him about it later. But mum would hate me if we were dating... Wouldn't she? No! Think positive. She just needs time, right?' I thought to myself. It war hard to think positively when negativity weighed out the good.
I checked the keys, not finding any room number on them. So I just put the key into a bunch of random locks. I finally heard a click and watch one open after heaps of tries. He was room 2/10. I think that's second floor room ten. I pulled out the envelopes in there. About three with his name came out, so I locked it up and went back to his apartment.
I knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. I leaned against the door frame then watched as James opened the door, smiling warmly. I was also greeted by the tomatoey smell of mince and pasta.
"Cooking spaghetti?" I asked. He nodded then grabbed my collar, pulling me into a kiss. It was short but lovely.
"Sorry..." He apologised. "I just really enjoy kissing you." He commented.
"It's okay- same here." I blushed then let him close the door.
"Go check your new room. You're more then welcome to stay as long as you wish." James said as he walked into the kitchen. I nodded, walking down to the hall I wasn't very familia with. I opened a door to my right, being greeted by a dark room. The room had a large bed covered in thick black sheets, perfect for a Minnesota winter. There was a desk with a red lamp, that being the only light in the room. The window had thick blinds and there was a dresser. Clothes were scattered over a few places and I blushed when I realised it was James' room.
"You're rooms on the other side..." He commented.
"Sorry!" I yelled shyly as I turned the the other room. I opened the door to see a smaller double bed, an a room basically the same as James'. Only the curtains were open along with the window, allowing cool air to push through. The colour of the room wasn't a dark romantic red either, of was more of a dark Irish green, which I'm not going to complain about considering it's my favourite colour.
"I didn't set your things up in case you wanted to do it. I felt like I would be invading some of your privacy if I did." James yelled from the kitchen.
"Thanks anyway!" I yelled, going to my bag and taking everything out. I set the few items I brought with me out, putting my phone on it's terrible charger then stuffing my unfolded clothes into the drawers. I walked out, closing the door and walking into the lounge/dining area. James had started serving up, so I sat on the bar stool by the bench and watched him.
"James... Could you tell me why you left home early. Please?" I asked softly. I heard him take in a deep breath as he finished our servings, walking to the table with both bowels in his hands. He sat down, signalling for me to follow. So I got up and sat next to him.
"I don't want this to be a 'give me sympathy' type of story..." He stated.
"Then I won't say a word when you're done." I promised. He nodded, taking in a deep breath. The way he looked, I could tell he wanted to keep it short and simple.
"Basically I told dad I was gay. He and my stepmother freaked out." James pulled up his shirt then moved a little to show me behind his hip. "Because he grabbed the closest thing to him, a knife. And he kinda stabbed and cut me. So packed my thing and went to mums. When I told her she wasn't very happy either. She kissed my forehead, fixed up my deep cut and told me to leave her, and never come back. So I asked for some money to start off with, bought this place and finished school. I started studying teaching and working part time in a book store." James said softly as he looked at the ground, tears welling up in his eyes. I wanted to say something- anything. But not only did I promise to not say a word, but I couldn't find the right words to say.
I rolled the tip of my fork in my pasta, bringing it to my lips and eating some. I ate a little more then looked at James, placing a hand on his knee.
"This is a really nice apartment... So what's making you want to be a teacher? Like- do you still study?" I asked softly. He chuckled a little then wiped a year away from his eyes, eating a bit of pasta.
"Thanks... I guess I was interested in helping teenagers out. I was gonna be a physiologist, but I don't think I had the grades to do it. Plus the course takes a lot longer and the practicals suck. So I went with something with more fun pracs and I can still help teens out. I can help them to learn. I think I made a good choice though..." He answered.
"What make you think that?" I asked.
"Turns out I love to write." He chuckled. I smiled as we ate a little more. "But seriously, this may be cheesy, but I got to meet you. And that's probably the best thing that's happened to me so far." He said with a light blush.
"That's actually really sweet- but you're right- it's super cheesy." I chuckled as I slightly squeezed his knee.
We ate dinner then decided to watch a movie before showering and going to bed. If thing keep going at this rate, I don't know if I'm going to ever want to go home. I think I really like it here, but I think I like James more.