I heard knocking on my window and I bolted in bed.
"Milt…" I heard Jerry whisper and I got up, opening the window.
"What do you want?" I asked and he stepped into my room knocking over some papers.
"I'm sorry about that." He said and I rolled my eyes.
"You're always making a mess, nothing different." I said and he shook his head.
"No, just Jack. He's so needy." He said and i smirked.
"Isn't he." I said and he grabbed my hand.
"I brought you some food. Since our date got ruined." He whispered before dragging me onto the bed.
"Wow, how very Troy Bolton of you." I said and he rolled his eyes but pulled out some sandwiches.
"Shut up and take my gesture." He said before handing me a sandwich. I took a bite and he squeezed my hand.
We whispered in the dark until it was getting too late for him to stay.
"Are you going home?" I asked and he rolled onto his side, looking at me.
"I don't want to." He whispered, leaning his forehead on mine.
"Well, then stay." I whispered and he sighed.
"I don't think I can." He whispered and I ran my hands through his hair.
I never really thought I'd actually run my hands through his hair.
"Yes you can." I whispered and he leaned in and kissed me.
"I gotta go." He whispered against my lips before getting out of bed.
I awoke to my mother standing in my door.
"What's going on?" I asked, rubbing at my bleary eyes.
"You were screaming." She said and I ran my hand through my hair.
"Was I?" I asked and she nodded.
"We thought something was wrong." She said and I pulled my blanket off.
"I'm fine." I said and she sighed.
"Are you sure?" She asked softly.
"Yeah. Just a nightmare." I said.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked and I shook my head.
"No, I just want to get ready for school." I said and she raised her eyebrow.
"Milton Dear, it's Saturday." She said and I shook my head.
"Yeah, right, you're right, it's Saturday." I said, looking over at my clock to see that it was six in the morning.
"Honey, maybe you should get back to bed." she said and I shook my head.
"No, I think I'll get up." I said and she sat on the edge of my bed.
"Honey, maybe… maybe you'd be comfortable talking about it with someone else." She said and I raised my eyebrow.
"what do you mean?" I asked.
"Just… Honey, maybe you should think about getting some help dealing with your feelings. It's completely natural to feel the way you do honey." She began and I sighed.
"Is this about the gay thing, mother?" I asked and her eyes widened.
"Not at all. I would never suggest something like that unless I thought you absolutely needed it. I'm talking about your nightmares… maybe you should talk to someone about your incident. You don't seem confident enough to confide in us. So maybe you'd feel better talking to someone without the thought of remorse or emotional ties." She said and I shook my head.
"I don't need counseling. I'm fine." I said and she tsked.
"Alright hon." She said, patting my leg.
"So, what's your plans for today?" She asked and I shrugged.
"Probably just hang out with Jerry." She said.
"Oh…" She said.
"Mom…" I warned.
"You two are getting mighty close." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"We've always been close." I said and she smirked.
"Well, I just hope that you two have been safe. You've read the pamphlets haven't you?" She asked and I groaned.
"Oh my god, me and Jerry haven't done anything like that yet."
"Yet?" She said and my eyes widened.
"Uh… I meant, like, you know, we haven't done anything, and we won't." I said and she sat closer to me.
"Milton Honey. You don't have to hide anything alright? We are perfectly fine with you and whoever you decide to date." She said and I blushed.
"Not everyone is like you mom." I said.
"Is that why that boy hurt you?" She asked and I shrugged.
"Is that why you are trying to hide your relationship with Jerry from me?" She asked and I looked up at her.
"How-"
"Honestly Milton, you two can't stop looking at each other. Besides, I heard him in your room the other night. Tell him, next time he could just use the door." She said and I blushed.
"He's going to be so mad at me." I said and she put her hand on top of mine.
"Why? You didn't tell me." She said and I sighed.
"I guess."
"Well, I'm going to go back to bed. Love you darling." She said, kissing me on the forehead.
"So, we don't have to hide around my house." I said and Jerry looked at me puzzled.
"What?" He asked.
"My parents know." I whispered.
"What!" He repeated, sitting back on his haunches to look at me.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"Milton, I thought we agreed it'd be best if they didn't know." He said and I sighed.
"I didn't tell them. They figured it out Mr. I'm-going-to-scale-the-side-of-your-house-at-two-a.m." I said and he put his head in his hands.
"it's not that bad. It just means now they know and we don't have to hide so much. Maybe my mom will stop barging in my room to check on us." I said and he shrugged.
"we could get free reign of the couch. We could snuggle." I goaded, poking his side and he shrugged, trying not to smile.
"That's not that bad."
"And Maybe we can manage to get the house to ourselves." I suggested and he shrugged, a smirk spreading across his face.
"And what exactly do you plan to do if we did get the house to ourselves? What kind of guy do you take me for Mr. Krupnick?" He asked and I grabbed his collar and pressed our lips together. He laid down over me before rolling onto his side.
So we've evolved to kissing laying down.
He slipped his hand under my shirt, his thumb circling my hip and I felt a blush spread against my skin. I wrapped my hands around his neck and tilted my head. He groaned and pulled me closer.
This was definitely good. This was a good time. This was the best time.
And that was my phone ringing.
"Ignore it." He whispered against my lips and I was happy to oblige.
My phone rang again and I picked it up.
"It's Sidney." I whispered and he began to kiss down my neck.
"Ignore it." He whispered and I turned off my phone and he made it back up my mouth.
His phone began to ring and he swore before reaching into his back pocket.
"Ignore it." I said and he shook his head.
"I can't. It could be my dad." He said before looking at his phone.
It was Jack.
"Oh, hey man." He said into the receiver and I flopped down onto my pillows.
I was really starting to hate Jack.
I opened my binder and a slip of paper fell to the ground. I picked it up and looked around cautiously before opening it.
It was a hall pass.
I flipped it over, why would I have a hall pass?
'Meet me in the Library at 11:05' the note read in Jerry's handwriting. I looked at the clock, it was 11:10.
I raised my hand, I wasn't really needed in this class anyway. It was my free period.
They couldn't find an academic class that I was eligible to take and there weren't any electives I could take.
"Can I go to the Library?" I asked Mrs. Mead and she looked up from her book.
"Yeah, of course. I have nothing for you." She said and I nodded before packing up my stuff.
I normally just helped her during her planning period.
"Why aren't you in class?" I asked as I sat down at the table Jerry had been sitting at. He had his feet on the edge of the table as he tipped back in his chair.
"Ms. Rooney sent us to the library to work on our projects for the rest of class." He said with a shrug and I looked around at the deserted library.
"There's no one here." I said plainly and he nodded.
"Yep, everyone left. Why would they stay when half of them have nothing to do and cars?" He asked and I shrugged.
"Because of the integrity of rules?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.
"Funny." He deadpanned.
"Well, why didn't you leave?" I asked and he smirked.
"I got to work on my project. Besides, you weren't doing anything right now. I wasn't about to pass up the chance to see you." He said and I found myself smiling despite myself.
He leaned across the table and kissed me gently before pulling back and looking around.
"Come on, I need some books." He said and I nodded before getting up from the table. My face was really red.
I followed him into the stacks as he muddled over a sheet of paper.
"Let me see." I said and he handed it to me.
"Easy, these should be back here." I said.
"Glad I have my own library guide." He said, pinching my side and I elbowed him in the side. We walked to the back of the library where the stacks went from hip height to above our heads.
"See, right here." I said and he went to grab one. It was too high for him and I grabbed it.
He looked around and I did the same, we were completely secluded.
He stepped closer to me and I looked down. He was looking down too. He looked up and I rested my forehead against his. He bumped his fingers with mine, before playing with my index finger. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer until our chests were touching before kissing me. I backed up until my back was against one of the shelves and I could feel his hand rubbing over my hip. I put one of my hands on the back of his head and he tilted his head.
He pulled me in tighter and I couldn't help but roll my head into the kiss.
My head hit the stack and one of the books slammed onto the shelf. We jumped apart, my face painted red. He was breathing hard, but smirking and I wanted nothing more than to be pulled back into those arms.
"We should get back to the table." He whispered and I nodded as he slid his lips over mine. He grabbed my hand and I felt my stomach clench. I dropped into the seat beside of him, our fingers still intertwined.
"So, what did you guys talk about in class, we're caught up right?" I asked as I dropped onto my bed.
"Oh yeah, we're on schedule, I think we might be a little ahead, all we did was take a quiz." He said with a shrug.
"How do you think you did?" I asked and he shrugged.
"I don't know, why don't I check." He leaned into his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper.
He got a 93.
"It's an A." I said incredulously and he nodded.
"I'm so proud of you." I said and he smiled before sitting back against my headboard.
"Really?" He asked.
"Of course. My boyfriend got an A on a pop quiz." I said and he tilted his head.
"What did you say?" He asked and I blushed.
"I said my boyfriend got an A. Can I not… should I not? You're my boyfriend right?" I asked and he smirked.
"Say it again?" He asked.
"You're my boyfriend. Jerry, what are you-" He pulled me closer to him.
"Say it again."
"You're my boyfriend." I breathed and he smiled softly before pulling me into his lap.
"Again."
"Jerry Martinez is my boyfriend." I said and he kissed me roughly. I straddled his knees, unsure what to do.
He put his hands on my hips and I sighed against his lips. I ran my hands up his chest and one of his hands grabbed my butt before pulling me closer.
I made a noise in the back of my throat and he kissed me harder.
He let his other hand travel under my shirt and I groaned.
Me and Julie never kissed like this.
I felt his tongue trace across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth slightly.
So this was French kissing? Wow, it's a big day for France.
I put my hand under his shirt and he rolled his hips under me.
I could feel this coming to an embarrassing end soon as he gripped my hips and rolled them against his.
"Is this okay?" He murmured against my lips and I nodded, unable to trust my voice.
I whimpered as I felt a heady rush.
"Jer… I'm gonna-"
"Milton- oh sorry guys." I heard my mother say as my door burst open and I groaned as I was thrown from his lap.
I bumped my head off the headboard and landed on the floor.
"Honey, are you okay?" My mother asked and I groaned.
"Mom, please." I said and she shut the door as she left quickly.
"Are you okay?" I heard Jerry ask and I leaned up on my elbows.
"I almost… in front of my mother." I said and he put his head down on his knees before laughing.
I couldn't help but laugh too.
"Come here." He said through his chuckles as he grabbed my hand and pulled me back on the bed.
"When's the last time you've gotten off?" He asked and I shrugged, my face heating up.
"Not since before the incident." I said and his hand dropped to my thigh.
"You know, I can help you out there, if you want me to." He whispered as his hand rubbed circles over my jeans.
I swallowed and nodded. His hand trailed up to the button of my jeans.
"Milton, Dinner!" My mom called and I dropped my head back on my pillow. The world was conspiring against me.
