I had just sat down in English class when Mr. Kirkland walked in.
"Everyone si' down" He slurred, he must be drunk... again.
As he made his way to his desk, Mr. Kirkland tripped on the over-head projector's chord.
"Flying mint bunny you wanker! How could you trip me?!" He yelled at nothing.
The class looked around, confused.
"Dude must be REALLY drunk." I over-heard Alfred, who's sitting behind, me whisper to his friend.
"No way, he must be schizophrenic." His friend replied with a laugh.
I don't care what they say, I like Mr. Kirkland.
He's nice when he isn't drunk.
"Alright class," Mr. Kirkland stands in front of the class, "Today we're gonna do acting."
"Maple..." I curse under my breath, I'm not a good actor.
Mr. Kirkland handed out (he stumbled a LOT) short scripts to each student.
"The first scene will be 'The Shecret Lovers'. Sheck yar scripts to see if you've got thish part."
Alfred raised his hand, "I have the script of the dude the wife's cheating with."
Mr. Kirkland looked down at the script in his hand, "Oh, I'm the cheating-" he hiccuped "wife."
The class laughed at the thought of him as someone's wife, as if they'd never heard of two men loving each other.
As if the very idea was a joke...
A girl who's name I don't know walked to the front of the room, "I'm the husband." She groaned.
Right away the scene started with the wife and her secret lover.
"Oh Alexander," Mr. Kirkland exclaimed in a girlish tone as Alfred kissed his hand, "You're so sweet."
"Michelle, Your husband doesn't realize how beautiful you are." Alfred swept his fingers through Mr. Kirkland's hair.
The class was snickering, I could hear some of my classmates whispering 'gay'.
Mr. Kirkland pulled Alfred into his arms and kissed him. Unfazed, Alfred kissed him back.
The whole class gasped.
"I know it's a part of their scene but... they actually kissed?!"
"A teacher kissing a student... thats crazy."
Gilbert...
I jumped out of my seat and ran out the door.
No one seemed to notice or care.
Good.
I hurried up the stairs to Upper A wing, which has all of the science classes.
He shouldn't have a class right now, its period three of day one so he should having a free block.
"Gilbert!" I threw open the door and spot him at his desk.
He turns, "Birdie? What is the awesome you doing here? Don't you have class?"
"Yes," I stop to breathe, "But my teachers drunk so I don't think he'll care."
Gil put down the piece of paper he was holding, "I was marking papers but whats up." He looks at me with caring eyes.
"Sorry its just... I was wondering." Something about him always make me nervous.
I guess that's just what love feels like.
"I was thinking, if we both love each other and we kiss each other then does that mean we can be boyfriend and... boyfriend." It feels awkward saying the last part, but I AM gay. "I know you're my teacher and all but I can't change the way I feel about you."
"Of course,' He smiles "The awesome me will take good care of you..."
Gil stands up and comes over to me, "Now..."
He leans in to kiss me; My heart is pounding.
I feel his hand caressing my back as his lips begin to move away from my mine and press against my neck.
"Wait," I push him away, only slightly though "I think we should slow things down first. We've only known each other for two days."
He lets go of me.
"If thats how you feel then we should get to know each other, let's go on a date."
"A date..?" I blush "I've...never been on a date before."
"Seriously?!" Gil pokes me, jokingly, "Don't tell me you're a virgin too?"
My face turns even redder.
"Well, Christmas is coming soon so maybe the awesome me has an idea for a date." He smiles.
"I should get back to class," I hug Gil goodbye.
He smells like German food.
"Why don't I walk you home after school," He smiles "Then we won't have to worry about getting in trouble for being together."
"Ok." I reply as I leave the classroom.
"Dude where'd you go?" Alfred asks the second I enter my English classroom, "Mr. Kirkland threw up and ran to the washroom. Soooo funny!"
"I wasn't feeling well," I lie, "Did I miss anything important?"
He shook his head, "Other than that no."
The bell rang and students started to pack up and leave the classroom.
"Have fun in drama." I say to Alfred before he leaves.
"Have fun in math."
Maple! I forgot to finish my math homework!
I look down at my watch to realize I only have seven minutes to get to class and even then there still won't be enough time to fix it.
I grab my bag and run down the hall.
By the time I've reached my math class the door is closed, bad sign.
I knock twice and wait.
The door opens and Mr. Wang comes out, "Mattie, take your seat."
"Before I do that," I close the door so the kids inside won't hear me "Can I have another day to finish the homework?"
Mr. Wang looks at me shocked, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"An extension..?" He could barely speak, he looks kind of pale "But you're my best student, you've never needed an extension before."
"I was working on it last night but... I fell asleep." I can see he's disappointed in me, "Please, I just need one day."
He crossed his arms, why does he have such long sleeves? "I want it on my desk tomorrow morning."
"Thank you." I reply, nearly hugging him. Grades are a big deal for me.
I open the door and find a seat up front as usual.
My classmates flood in and take random seats, at 1:50 Mr. Wang started the class.
"Today..." He began "We are doing review."
Time seems to go by so quickly during math.
"Mattie," Mr. Wang called me "What is the answer for X?"
"8." I calculated in my head.
"Correct."
After calling on other members of the class, Mr. Wang wrote our in-class assignment on the board.
"Class, turn to page 168 and answer each question."
My pencil flew across the paper, when I'm focused I can do math very well.
The square root of 144 is 12, the square root of 150 is 12.247
I've already finished the questions when class is over.
"Don't make me wait too long for your homework." Mr. Wang warned me before I left.
"Yes sir."
"Sorry to make you wait," I run up to Gil, my bag slung over my shoulder.
"Don't be, I haven't been waiting long." He's so kind, not wanting to admit I made him wait in the snow.
We've already crossed the street when I realized, "Isn't your car parked here? Why don't we drive?"
"Yeah it's here, but I live further away so I can just walk back and get it when I need to go home. Besides, finding parking spaces is so... unawesome."
We start to walk again, the maple trees seem to loom over us.
Everybody normally rushes home so theirs barely anyone around who knows us.
"If we walk through an alley or something we can hold hands." Gil suggests.
"Just wait a couple blocks, alleys creep me out." I shiver at the thought of walking through an alley. We could get mugged or-
Gil entwined his fingers in mine and I can feel my face burn up, but I don't pull my hand away.
Being able to touch him, even a little, makes me feel calm.
And happy...
Suddenly, we're standing in front of my house.
"That was quick." I pant, the snow is making me feel stuffy.
I unlock the door and hold it open for Gil.
He stepped through the door and shook off his boots and pulled off his sweater.
After taking off my snow jacket, boots and dropped my bag onto the floor, I walk into the kitchen.
"There's not much to see here but this is the kitchen, at the end of the hall is the bathroom, my brothers room is to the left, mine is to the right and downstairs is the garage."
"Can we go in your room?" Gil asks "I'd just feel a lot more comfortable."
"Sure."
I lead the way and he plops down on my bed.
"Small room," he stated, blindly not realizing it could be taken as an insult "Awesome but small."
I'm about to sit in my desk chair when I'm stopped by Gil, "Come sit with me."
I sit next to him, though I'm feeling a little shy.
Next thing I know, his arm is around me and his lips are pressed against my cheek and neck.
"I know you said to take it slow," He breathes between kisses.
"But I can't help it,"
"I love you." I put my arms around him.
I put my lips on his and pull him onto me.
"I love you, I love you, I love you." Gil say after each kiss.
His hand sneaks under my shirt and up my back when..
"Who the hell are you?"
I turn my head to see Kuma is standing at my door.
