Anthony
During lunch, I had pulled Bear aside and we headed toward the back of the stage and into one of the stalls.
Closing the door and locking it, I place my head onto his, "Hey." I breathe. Bear's cheeks burn slightly but leans in.
"Hey." He wrapps his arms around me and I melt at the feeling of Bear's warmth. "How was your trip?" He asks me.
"It was great, but I really missed you." I whisper as another teen walks into the stall next to us. Bear leans forward and places a kiss. I try to stay quiet but I let out a small giggle. The bathroom grows quiet.
"Hello?" The person asks. My eyes widen with Bear's and he covers my mouth.
"Hello..?" They ask once more before flushing and walking out in a hurry.
I moan, "Dang it, there goes my seminar." Bear chuckles and plants another kiss to my lips, "I'll be there with you." I smiled and wrap my arms around his shoulders.
"How?"
"I put my foot underneath the stall right as you laughed. I knew he'd report us." I nuzzle his neck, blushing mildly. I feel Bear's skin heat up.
"Thank you." I trailed my nose up his neck to his jawline. His scent was a mixture between cinnamon and beach. I love that smell on him. An announcement comes on saying in an easy to understand voice 'Period 4'. Bear tells me we should leave, but I don't want to. I wish that I never would have to go back home, and I could just stay in his embrace forever.
I have to head out though, because if I don't hand in my homework, my parents will ground me again. My fathers are very rich, so they want me have the best grades so that I can live up to their expectations. They are strict, either not loving enough or too loving, and possibly the gayest couple you'll meet. Every other summer, my fathers take me to the beach house that they own. I was grounded because I missed a homework. I can't afford to miss class all together. Now that I'm probably heading to the office during seminar, who knows what will happen to me.
Will they ground me? Will they forbid me from seeing Bem? Who knows. They could be supportive of my life decisions. No, that doesn't sound like them. I day dream in my next period, so I miss the homework. The curve of his jaw, the darkness of his hair. The way his ears move when he smiles. The way he greets me everyday. He's so hot. Bem, the one I want to be with for the rest of my life.
I have to go home eventually, and every time the bell rings, my heart drops a little more. I have a driver that picks me up after school, and drops me off. Even though I already have a driver's licence, since my parents are rich and all that, I still get driven home. That only makes the mocking worse. 'Oh, Anthony, if you have a license, why don't you drive yourself?' or, 'If you have an A in math, why doesn't your dad buy you a better grade?' But then I go home, and talk with Bem, and life is better again.