The next day, I'm heading to lunch when something suddenly grabs me and pulls me into the boy's bathroom.
I fly against the wall, completely terrified, until I see my attacker is none other than my boyfriend Joey.
"Holy shit, what the hell are you doing?!" I shout at him, still feeling my heart racing a million times a second.
"Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to catch you before lunch," he smiles at me, rubbing my arm to try and calm me down.
"You don't have lunch this period, what are you doing here?"
"I know, I snuck out of math," he tells me.
I roll my eyes.
"Joey, you can't be sneaking out of classes. Remember when I was trying to help you graduate," I reprimand him.
"It's a few minutes of math, come on, I missed you," he pouts his lower lip at me.
I sigh at him.
"And I missed you, but you should still stay in class," I dispute, pushing his lip back up so he stops frowning at me.
"Fine, I'll go back to class – whatever," he grumbles and starts walking to the door.
"Alright, wait," I stop him and he turns back around.
"Since we're here, you can have one kiss," I smirk at him.
He smiles back at me and waits for me to walk over and press my lips to his. Of course, he has other plans and swings me around so my back hits against another wall and he's attacking my mouth with his. I know I should pull back and yell at him, but I'm too far gone. I start aggressively kissing him back and grabbing his hair to pull him even closer to me.
All of the sudden we hear one of the toilets flush and we both freeze. Joey pulls back from me as we hear a stall door opening. We both look back and see a kid walk out of the stall. He small and thin; probably a freshman.
As the freshman walks over, Joey suddenly pushes him up against the wall. Joey is much bigger and so the kid easily slams against the wall and falls Joey's prey.
"What were you doing in there?" Joey demands.
"Uhhm, taking a d-dump," the kid answers honestly.
"You were in there the whole time, listening to us!" Joey yells.
"No, I didn't mean to!" the boy defends while trying to squirm out of Joey's grip, but Joey won't let him go.
"Joey, other people are allowed to use the bathroom!" I jump in, pulling Joey by the arm. He lets go of the kid's shirt and steps back with me.
"Well, he could have given us a signal he was in here," Joey argues, glaring back at the nervous freshman.
"Like what?" I argue for the scrawny guy.
Joey looks at me; surprised I'm not taking his side.
"Like … letting one rip!" Joey seriously uses farting as an argument.
The freshman finally sees his chance to escape and sprints past us and out of the bathroom. Joey throws his hands up, annoyed the freshman got away. He gives me a frustrated look.
"Joey, calm down. What were you gonna do beat that kid up cause he heard us making out?" I ask him seriously.
"Well, yeah - if I had to! He shouldn't be in there creepily listening, what if he was watching us too?"
Joey is usually a very confident guy, but I can tell he got embarrassed and that's where all this high-strung tough guy stuff is coming from.
"Alright, how about next time you kidnap me and bring me into the boy's bathroom, we'll check all the stalls first okay?" I use a sarcastic voice and Joey doesn't find my mocking amusing one bit.
He shakes his head. I lean in and place my hands on his chest.
"Go back to class, Joey" I say. I lean in to give him a small peck on the lips that he doesn't reciprocate.
He lets out a sigh and finally heads to class as I go to lunch.
After school, I invite Joey over to my house because my mom is out for the night. I don't like having Joey over when she's around because she's super annoying and embarrassing. My mom writes erotica novels so she has no problem asking us questions about our sex life. Which is precisely why I spend almost every night at Joey's house.
Joey and I are in my room, with the door open since no one is home.
"Wow, it's always so quiet here, it's so nice," he remarks.
"Yeah, I guess," I comment.
We have our books out because I made it clear we are finishing homework first tonight. We're actually making good progress, but I can't help thinking about earlier today in the bathroom. Joey does not embarrass easily, so to have something like this on him – it's hard not to use it to my advantage.
Joey is working on a math problem as I get up and walk to my closet. I open the door and then jump back, pretending I was scared by something.
"What happened?" Joey instantly perks up from his homework.
"Oh, nothing… I thought a freshman was in here watching us," I say, pressing my mouth together to not laugh. Joey immediately glares at me.
I sit back on the bed trying to ignore Joey's stares.
"Oh my god, shut up," Joey whines.
He still can't stand my teasing and when I start snickering he shoves me so I fall back on the bed. He holds me down.
"I hate you, you know that?" he smiles now. I knew he wasn't actually mad at me.
"No you don't."
"Yes, I do. I hate you and your dumb mouth," he claims and to prove his point he leans down and kisses my "stupid" mouth.
I can't help, but smile widely when he pulls back.
"Stop smiling!" he scolds me kiddingly and again presses his mouth harshly to mine.
Now, I start chuckling under his lips.
"Stop!" he yells and then kisses me even harder until we're done laughing and we're just making out, enjoying each other's lips until his hands start pulling up my shirt.
I quickly sit up and push him back.
"Hey, I said homework first tonight," I repeat.
"What, I have like two problems left," he says.
"Well, then in two problems we can continue," I stand my ground, but Joey frowns at me.
"Don't look at me, finish your homework," I order him.
Now, his frown curves into a smile.
"Don't smile at me, I'm not allowed to smile and neither are you," I decide, smiling back now too.
His smile gets even bigger. His hand reaches for my waist, but I swat it away.
"No, math first," I say again.
"Chandler, come on, " he smirks, expecting me to fold. His hand reaches for my shirt again, but I slide back and push him away.
Now, he's snickering, I made this a game and he starts coming at me, trying to pull my shirt off or get his lips back on mine. I keep swatting him away and dodging his kisses. The whole time I'm laughing and yelling at him.
"No, Joey, I said- no, Jo-Joey!" I laugh and he's chuckling too, trying to pull me closer to him as I'm pushing him away.
Unfortunately, we suddenly hear some weird sound and in another moment we realize it's the sound of someone clearing their throat very loudly.
We look up and see my mother standing in my doorway. Joey quickly jumps back and I sit up, feeling my face immediately set on fire.
"Mom, wh-what are you doing home?" I ask because she wasn't supposed to be home for another few hours.
"Oh, I'm sorry, am I not allowed to come home early?" she challenges and I swallow a large lump in my throat.
See, Joey's parents barely acknowledge the fact that we hang out alone in his room all the time. My mother, on the other hand, actually sees an issue with this – maybe because I'm an only child or because we're so young or maybe because she's the absolute worst!
She walks over and awkwardly sits in between us - always making every moment the most unbearable moment of my life. I see Joey look very uncomfortable on the other side of her.
"Mom!" I stress, but she sees no issue with her actions. She holds her hand up in front of my face to stop me from talking.
She turns to Joey.
"Now Joey, I'm sure you and Chandler both know by now that I am very understanding of the fact that teenage boys have needs," she begins.
My mouth literally drops open; I can't believe the words coming out of her mouth.
Joey is stunned, not moving a muscle as she continues.
"But I am not happy with the fact that my Chandler thought it was okay to sneak around behind my back and not tell me he was planning to have his boyfriend in his room tonight," she states.
My stomach is turning somersaults at this point from my undeniable humiliation of this moment.
"Okay, mom I'm sorry! Can we talk outside?" I plead urgently.
She begins to take a moment to think over my request, but I grab her arm and pull her out to the hallway. I drag her down the hall and she looks furious with me. She pulls her arm back.
"Mom, you are ruining my life!" I speak in a harsh whisper so hopefully Joey can't hear.
"Me? You're the one breaking the rules and sneaking behind my back! Chandler, we talked about this, if you two are having sex I'm okay with that - as long as you are being safe, but I need to know- "
"Mom, stop!" I cut her off.
I'm going to actually lose it if she talks about sex or boys' "needs" one more time.
"Chandler! That's it, you're grounded. Send Joey home now!" she yells at me.
"But mom-"
"No buts Chandler, now!" she orders me and points me back to my room.
I trudge back to my room. Joey obviously heard because he already has his books packed up and his shoes back on.
"Sorry," I whisper.
"Don't worry about it," he whispers back.
We walk out.
"Sorry Mrs. Bing," he says as we are walking past her to head down the stairs.
"It's not your fault Joey, you're welcome back here once Chandler learns how to follow his mother's rules," she shouts after us as we hurry down the stairs.
I open the door and let Joey walk out.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I say and quickly shut the door on him without even kissing him goodbye.
