Chapter Four: Boys Will Be Boys
Tommy's POV

I walked away from Adam, a frown pulling at the edges of my mouth...mentally, anyway. I was never that shy, uncomfortable kid with anyone. It was almost like a secret identity. In fact, I'd never shown that side to anyone, and now, suddenly, I'm showing it to this kid I just met. There was something about him that just made you feel like you could be yourself around him, whether it was the adorable, geeky smile or the gorgeous black hair, flowing over half of his face, I wasn't sure. Tommy, you dipshit, you aren't gay. You'remaybe bisexual, even if not that sure of it, but you likepussy, notcock.

You think I don't know that? Just shut the hell up.

When I'd picked up the worn copy of Wickedthat was laying next to Adams salad - with his permission, of course. Come on, I'm not thatrude- it was as if I could feel his hands on it. All the times he'd picked it up and held it in his own hands. I was so tempted to just reach my hands across the table and take Adams in mine, and stay there for the longest time possible. I licked my lips a little, moistening them. They were so fucking dry. I pushed my bangs aside, behind my ear, and opened the book warily, conscious of not ripping the delicate and already torn up book. It was clear where the black-haired beauty had stopped at, or even returned to. The pages were either torn, folded, or had dried up tears on them. I couldn't imagine Adam crying.

I stopped at a particularly worn out page, ready to read it when I heard a familiar voice. Longineu came over to me, his dreds bouncing all over the place. He gave a light nod to Adam, but I don't think he saw it. I turned to him, waiting for him to say something. "I want chy'a to meet someone." I let out a light sigh, upset that I had to leave Adam already. We picked up some light conversation, and now it was over. Just like that. I softly put the book back next to him, smiling apologetically to Adam as I was dragged along back to my table. Longineu yelled loudly for someone named Monte to come over. A guy with a slight mohawk turned around, some sort of food stuffed in his mouth. He swallowed and let out a deep laugh before he came over to us and patted my shoulder.

"So you're the famous new Tommy everybody's talking about. Nice hair, kid." He ruffled my hair around my head, making a mess out of it. I chuckled, running a hand through my hair to flatten it back down, before we did the oh-so-famous handshake and back pat. I liked him, but I wanted to just get over with talking to him so I could go back over to Adam. I stole a little glance back to the table while Monte kept talking to LP, only to see an empty, used table, and a sad Adam walking out of the lunch room with earphones in his ears. I thought I saw a tear slipping down his cheek, but it was so far away it was impossible to tell. "Shit..." I muttered to myself. Monte gave me a confused look, and I just shook my head, as in saying "Don't worry about it."

I thought about the way that Adam moved, the way his hands moved so delicately. The way he wrote, the way his fingers curled around the pen. The way that his laugh made shivers run down my back. Could he really be... gay? My mind wondered back to a night when I still lived in Chicago, that I was so fucking drunk at the party that night, I'll never forget it. Even if I did wake up with a huge bitching headache and I couldn't remember shit. But it all became clear when the gayest kid in school came up to me the next day...

My clothes were all over the floor, my shirt torn a bit on the sides. Eric was breathing heavy, and I could smell the alcohol in his breath. I smirked. As if I wasn't just as bad that night. Probably even worse. We were looking at each others faces, exchanging light kisses here and there. He leaned his neck to the side and I licked it, my tongue just barely trailing over his vein. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers and trembles down my back. I chuckled, my small frame hovering over his. "I know." A grin spread across my face as I trailed my lips down his chest to his newly pierced nipple. My lips traced around it before biting down on it, making the boy scream out in ecstasy.

My hands ran down and across the inside of his thigh, massaging his semi hard on through his jeans. "Fuck, you're big..." I mumbled against his chest, my head spinning in circles from the alcohol. My fingers fumbled around his zipper and button, shoving his jeans down his legs along with his boxers. Erics hand grabbed onto my hair, pulling tightly. I let out my own scream, and he pulled me up to him and brought his lips to mine, meshing them together into a hot mess. Our tongues fought with each other for dominance. I finally won over his weak tongue, and smirked to myself. I slipped back down to his now full hard on. My head bent over him and-

"Tommy? Man, you alive in there?" Monte lightly knocked on my head, my head whipping around back towards the older male. "We're having a party tomorrow night. Ya know, tons of beer and hot chicks. You up for it?" I blinked a few times before I realized he was talking to me. I shrugged, "I'll get back to you on that." I laughed without humor and Longineu dragged me along some more, meeting some other people that weren't important to me anymore. I was thinking about that fucking gay night. Thank the fucking lord that he never told anyone, that Eric kid. Like I said, I'll never forget it. At least I topped.

But my mind was overthrown with Adam again, how disappointed he'd looked when I was dragged away form him, the crumpled look on his face after I, too, had gotten upset that he wasn't writing lyrics in English.

Lunch eventually ended, and I'd realized I hadn't eaten anything. Eh, what the fuck ever. I wasn't that hungry anyway. I stumbled out of lunch room, still surrounded- all though much smaller than before- by a crowd around me, some of the girls rubbing my arms again. Touchy feely, much, god dammit? A small headache was forming near my temples from the loud voices and questions around me. I finally excused myself when I had to go to the next class, what wasmy next class? I pulled the schedule out of my messenger bag and read below English... Fuck. History. Even worse than English.

I pushed the doors open to see a single student inside the room: Adam Lambert. I smiled to myself and swerved around the desks to go sit next to him and talk to him again, but people swarmed into the classroom and gathered around me again. Shit! Go away, you crazy stalkers! I turned my gaze to Adam before some chick turned my head back around towards her. He was looking at me, pain in his beautiful, beautiful blue eyes.