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It's another day for me at Lawndale High. And like any other day I'm tempted in ways that no divine being would laugh at. I spend my fair share of time surrounded by young, vibrant vessels of repressed sexuality; but there's only one person in the whole school who I admire from afar. Only one person who I would never dare approach and try to hook up with.
Mr. DeMartino.
Never in my life have I been so stricken by any other human. I try to pay attention to today's lesson, but I can't focus on getting a state mandated education while this fine sculpted specimen proudly displays an aura of dominance. What makes it harder is that I know that he doesn't realize what he's doing to me. With no intended effort on his part, he teases me to near madness.
His frame is incredible for a man his age. His clothes hug his body allowing me to imagine with great accuracy how this incredible piece of candy looks unwrapped. His slender yet masculine frame calls out to me like a siren. The only things in my mind next to the tantalizing images are thoughts of what I could do to earn access to that temple. I would do a lot of things to be as close to him as the clothes he wears…preferably without the clothes.
He snaps and slams a fist on the desk. He's yelling at Kevin again. Such power and authority…it makes my toes curl. His eye bulges with purpose like it's looking right through me…like he knows how I feel. He's trying to teach Kevin something that might serve him in the future, a doomed quest. Such incorruptible determination…nothing discourages this man. I wouldn't mind if he came over to teach me a lesson. A grin comes over my face; I'd like to teach him a lesson of my own.
He stops yelling at that idiot and resumes the lesson with flawless change in tone. Such grace…able to adjust to any situation…I'll bet he's the kind of man who changes positions as many times as allowed. He turns to write on the blackboard, giving me a generous view of the other side. Being taunted like this in public is a cruel thing. I'm thankful that people don't pay much attention to me. Anyone can see that I'm hot and bothered by something.
He turns to face us again and fills the room with that voice. The way he talks; sometimes passionately emphasizing some of his words is so sexy. I can't believe that no one in this room is afflicted the same way I am. It's like he's deliberately targeting me, like were the only two people in the room.
The bell sounds and other students stand, eager to get the hell out. He half yells out some final words. The way he dismisses us is as firm as he started. I stand up slowly and edge my way into the departing crowd. I don't dare let him see my face. If he found out how much power he had over me he would be holding all of the cards…and I'm not ready to surrender yet. No…the timing has to be perfect. Someday I'll step up and stake a claim at the ultimate prize.
I take one last look at the man as I leave; his eye pulsates while he grumbles under his breath. He's preparing for the next class knowing full well that most of his efforts will be in vain. Undaunted by this knowledge he presses forward. Now all I can think about is him pressing against me. His deceptively small but powerful body against mine… I remember the story about an incident last summer where he tore a sink off the wall and threw it through a window.
Feisty.