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Alfred lay in his bed thinking about what happened with Arthur. Arthur liked him, and he like Arthur. They were dating. Yet he couldn't tell Mattie who he was dating, or anyone who he was dating. He had to somehow how reveal it to the class for the rest of the semester, which was luckily only three weeks. Then he would have another semester before he graduated and they could live together or at least tell people. Maybe. Would he get fired for this? Was this against the law? He was already 18 and so he was a grown up, but he was still him school, and Arthur was still his teacher.
This stuff was all just to complicated. Why did he have to like someone so much older than him? How old was Arthur anyway? He didn't know. He didn't know a lot of things when he thought about it. He saw his house, yes, but only for a little bit. He saw pictures of his parents on the walls, but he didn't see anyone else on the walls. Maybe he was an only child, and maybe he had 7 brother and sisters. He didn't know these important facts about the one he loved. Alfred rolled around in his bed messing up his covers.
He wished he could call Arthur right then, and ask all the questions forming in his brain. But Alfred didn't have his email or phone number, home or cell. He had no way to contact his boyfriend that after or before school tomorrow. Oh, and was his "detention" going to go on his permanent record? It wasn't really a detention, but it was supposed to be. Maybe Arthur would let it slide? Or he might be more harsh on him than before they were together. How was he supposed to concentrate in class if he couldn't before! he was so totally going to be grounded if his parents checked his grades.
He had liked the same man all semester, almost from the very moment they met. How long has Arthur liked him? Did he like him at all? He could have just gone with the flow of what Alfred was doing, and not even really liked him? What if he hatted him? Alfred didn't really ask permission to do anything, did he… no… wait… was what he did rape? He hasn't paid attention in health since as long as he can remember…
Alfred jumped out of bed and sat down at his desk turning on his laptop. He opened up google and typed in "Rape def" in the search bar. He clicked on the first link that came up, and this is what he found:
noun:
1. the unlawful compelling of a person through physical force or duress to have sexual intercourse.
2. any act of sexual intercourse that is forced upon a person.
3. statutory rape.
4. an act of plunder, violent seizure, or abuse; despoliation; violation: the rape of the countryside.
5. Archaic. the act of seizing and carrying off by force.
He read it through a few times. He found four words he didn't know the definition of though and that worried him. However, he thought he might understand what it was trying to say with those words… a little anyway. He didn't go all the way with Arthur, so that crossed out the first two he supposed. Statutory he didn't understand. The 4th applied only to country sides and he din't kidnap him, so not the 5th either. But he could be misunderstanding it. He felt only somewhat assured but still more uneasy as he climbed back into bed.
So he probably didn't rape him, which meant Arthur probably like him. Probably; he began to hate that word. Why didn't they talk about this stuff before? Oh yeah, because Alfred was so happy that he didn't think about what he was doing or saying. Alfred was pretty childish at times, but he really wanted to be mature. He wanted to grow up and save the world, and he knew a kid who couldn't even pass English class couldn't save anyone.
He rolled around some more hugging his pillow to his chest. All this thinking about stuff was making his want to cry. He didn't like to cry, hero's didn't cry, but he would cry sometimes and that made him cry more. He wished it was Arthur in his arms not his pillow. He vowed that the first thing he would do the next morning was go visit him and gave him a hug were no one would see them, because sometimes a hug is all it takes for things to seem alright again.