Chapter Two

Monday at school, I walked into my math class and Tine Whitney was there, my best friend in the entire world. She really was beautiful, long dark brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and Middle Eastern tanned skin. She was tall, a little taller than my five foot four inch frame.

"Hey slut," she greeted me, jokingly.

"Hey douche bag," I replied. "What's up?"

"Nothing, that homework assignment last night killed me!"

"Oh My God, I know…" Gay moment for Ryan!

"You're looking unusually happy today, did you get your dick sucked or something?" I blushed. I could feel my face turning beat red.

"No, good grade on the chemistry quiz." A total lie, kind of. Maybe I didn't get my dick sucked, but I would have if Mrs. Anderson hadn't walked in; that bitch. I'm kidding. I liked her. In the very short time I was there at the house she was nice to me.

The bell rang at the end of Math and I walked to my next class with Tina. She and I grew up together. My mother and her mother worked together long before either of us were born. They were friends ever since, and so were we. We mostly talked about classes and show we thought was hot, oh yeah, she knew I was gay. She's the only one I told. And, for now, I wanted to keep it that way.

And there he was, walking the opposite way. I looked at him, he smiled at me. I loved his smile. Just about from ear to ear and full of white pearly teeth. And his soft lips made the smile even better. My next class was chemistry. Two periods of Mr. Langkaster; a tall, fat, Russian, can-barly-speak-english teacher with buck teeth large glasses, a short lived platinum white hair style and a personality that says "I have an I.Q. the size of my penis." Tina was in my class but she was also my lab partner, and today was a lob day. Easy lab; light reflection of chemicals. Pretty much make different chemicals react with oxygen and watch the color of the light that was omitted.

Apparently, Chase worked for the main office this period because he came in with a pass for someone… and a note for me. While Mr. Langkaster was busy trying to figure out whose name was on the pass (thankfully no one in the office had legible hand writing), Chase chucked a folded piece of paper at me and mouthed "Read it" to me.

"Anthony Gwarza, the Vice Principal needs you, sir," he said in his broken English. Anthony got up, head down, because the Vice Principal was generally the disciplinarian of the school. He took the pass from Langkaster and as he left the room our generous classmates oh-ed and hissed at him, followed by a few tsk-s and Chase who looked back at me and winked. Tina saw the note pass… no toss, but that God she didn't see the wink. I love Tina to death, I really do, but the only problem is she has a huge ginormous mouth in some cases. If I was to have told her that Chase Anderson, big popular jock; and me, Ryan Richards, quiet dorky scrawny little shit almost fucked out teenage brains out on Friday, the world would know by lunch bell because it would be on the world wide news. I had to threaten our friendship if she ever told anyone I was gay.

I opened the note slowly as not to disturbed Tina from her work. I read, "So, so, so sorry about Friday. I want to talk to you. Boys bathroom, fourth floor, ten minutes, meet me, Chase," um, okay. There was only one boy's bathroom on the fourth floor and most of the time that wing was vacant because there were only three classes there and they were both very small. I finished the last question on the lab sheet and raised my hand.

"Yes, Ryan," Langkaster bellowed.

"Can I go to the bathroom, please, sir," I asked.

Sounds like, "Emergency?" I felt like I was playing a game of English charades.

"Yes!"

"Alright, take the pass," he groaned. I took the pass and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later I was waiting in the boy's room on the fourth floor. The wait was only two minutes that seemed like forever. Suddenly, the door opened. In stepped my angel, blonde hair, blue eyes, and all. The door closed behind him, and he locked it. Oh my God, I thought. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his tongue in my mouth. His lips were so soft and angelic; I kissed back. Unlocking lips, I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was so beautiful and… I digress. I could go on for days about his looks.

"Hey," he said with his face still close to mine. The warmth of his body felt so good.

"Hey," I replied, the smile still on my face. "You said you needed to talk to me?"

"Yeah, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. My mom comes in sometimes unannounced."

"There are so many worse things in life. Thank God she didn't catch us.'

"I know."

"This is… strange, I'm not going to lie."

"Why," he asked, chuckling.

"Chase Anderson, high school popular jock is gay. How would have thought? HA," I laughed.

"Hey, I never suspected you either."

"But, I mean, you've got girls hanging all over you and you've had so many girlfriends. I just don't get it." He looked shocked at my statement.

"I've never had a girlfriend!"

"But, people around school say…"

He cut me off, "I just let them believe what the want to believe, easier on me."

"Is there anyone who does know?"

"My parents," the look of horror came over my face. This just keeps getting better and better. My mother doesn't even know and she can't, not yet at least.

"So, wait," I began, "your mother saw me on your bed Friday, what did she say when I left?"

He had a nonchalant look on his face, "She threw a box of Trojan condoms at me and told me to be careful."

"Are you serious," this was all unfamiliar to me.

"Swear to GOD."

"That's pretty funny. I can't even imagine my mother doing that for me." He grabbed my waist and pulled me in. his body was so warm. Again he laid his tender lips on mine. Some how this kiss sent shivers through my body; I could feel my nipples becoming erect. As the goose bumps set in, I could feel swelling in my groin, my heart raced. My stomach was doing back flips; I could feel my pulse in my dick as it pushed against my pants. I wanted nothing more than for him to bend me over and fuck me right there… a bang on the door!

We stopped and tried not to make noise. The door banged again! My heart started to pound, Chase pulled me closer, he must have seen the fear on my face, and I rested my head on his chest. He smelled of lavender today; lavender and…Cucumber Melon hair shampoo; Herbal Essences, two ninety five sale last week at the supermarket. The clattering continued for a few more minutes than stopped.

That was close! We can't take chances like that. "Wow, that was close," he said. I could see the worry in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I replied trembling."

"Let's go, you leave first, I'll wait than leave." I nodded okay. I turned to leave and he pulled my arm, "Wait!"

"Chase the bell is going to ring, what," I said, nearly whining.

"Hey, you're not allowed to whine to me, yet, you're not my wife," he smile. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably just some homework. I have a piano lesson right after school today, why?"

"Want to do some homework at my house tonight?"

"Chase," I began, "we don't have any classes together."

"Yes we do," he reminded me, "we have Drama together." One of the most boring classes I had this year taught by Mrs. Bankmen, a middle aged tall skinny woman who's had one thousand and three too many facelifts and is dryer than burned toast. Although, I have to admit, I felt kind of stupid, I had no idea he was in my class.

"Really," I asked.

"Yeah, you just never took the time to notice," he laughed.

"Funny, I thought Drama was supposed to be fun," I said, he punched my arm lightly.

"So tonight, my house? After your lesson?"

I thought for a moment, looking at him, taking in every inch of his beautiful face and letting be sensuous aroma fill my entire being, "Sure." He gave me a piece of paper with a number on it.

"That's my cell number; call me when you're on your way."

"Can you come get me," I asked with my best puppy face on.

"Sure I can, baby boy," my heart sank. He kissed my forehead than my lips, and I left.