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A Different Road Chapter 5
I felt really bad on my way to school. The expression on my father's face when he said that my mother had left was tormenting my mind. I was the reason she was gone. They had spent nineteen years building a relationship and now she had left because I was gay.
Dad kept telling me that it really wasn't my fault. He said they had been having marital problems for the past few years, but they didn't want me to know. He said he'd almost left on several occasions, but he had stayed because of me. He tried to reassure me that it was alright. In fact, he thanked me. Because she had decided to leave, we could now keep the house.
Another thing that bothered me was seeing Brett again today. I'd skipped out in the afternoon yesterday, so he didn't see me in chemistry class. I never returned his phone calls or text messages. Why worry about it. We weren't friends anymore.
I was heading to my first period class when Brian, one of our offensive linesmen, stopped me in the hall.
"Corey. Why didn't you come to practice after school yesterday?" He asked. "Brett was off his game and the coach made us run ten laps." I was really in a bind. Dad was going to come to school today and talk to the coach, but I hadn't thought about having to confront my other team mates about why I had decided not to play.
"Um." I hesitated. "I just don't have the time to play. My grades are slipping and my old man is really on me. Besides, he wants me to help out more at his office." Brian looked at me, knowing I was lying.
"Come on, Corey." He said suspiciously. "This is your boy, Brian. You know we go back to the first grade. That's a bunch of shit. You're getting straight A's and you're not helping your dad out. You don't know the first thing about architecture."
"He's got me doing odd jobs around the office." I said hurriedly.
"Yeah, whatever." He said disgustedly. "You wanna desert the team when we're facing our toughest competition Friday night, well then fuck you." He turned and walked angrily down the hall. I saw him a few minutes later talking to some of the other players. They looked over at me and gave me disappointed looks. I walked past them without even speaking.
"Fucker." I heard Tommy, the other wide receiver on our team, say as I walked past. I guess I was going to lose all my friends now. Brett and my team mates had pretty much made up the people I talked to at school. Without them I was going to be a loner.
"Hey, handsome." Charlie ran up and grabbed my arm as we walked down the hall together. Many students stopped and stared as we walked by. It was unusual to see one of the star football players walking arm in arm with the school's resident lesbian.
"You managing alright?" She asked. "Want me to kick anyone in the shins?" We started laughing.
"No, Charlie." I laughed. "I think I can handle it." I stuck out my arm and showed her my biceps. She reached out and felt their hardness.
"Ummm." She said seductively. "Makes me think twice about being a dyke."
"Yeah, right." I laughed. We continued down the hall arm in arm. I was almost to class when I saw Brett and Cindy walking toward us. Charlie noticed them also. She slammed me up against the locker and gave me a deep kiss, sticking her tongue in my mouth.
"Bye, Lover." She said loud enough for Brett to hear. Then she turned and walked away. My face was red with embarrassment. I think the whole school saw the kiss. I'm sure it would be the center of conversation- at least until lunch. I did catch Brett's shocked expression as he walked by. I was pleased. We both could play this game- even if I was faking it.
"Come on, just one time." I pleaded with Brett. We were fourteen and I was spending the night at his house.
"This is just too gay, Corey." He said.
"How else will we be able to do it with a girl if we don't practice?" I asked.
"I'd rather wait until I do it with a girl." He insisted.
"Fine." I pouted. "If you don't want to- then fine." I rolled over and turned my back away from him.
"Shit." He said angrily. "Now you're mad." I started smiling to myself. I knew he was breaking. I had asked him if we could kiss. I'd been looking at his soft red lips for years and I always wondered what it would be like to kiss him.
I had tried a few times when we were having sex, but he'd always turn his head away from me before I was able to. A few times I'd lick around his neck and work my way up to his mouth, but he knew what I was trying to do and turn away.
"Shit, Corey." He sighed. "This is so gay. Alright, just once. But if you tell anyone I'm going to kick your ass." I smiled to myself.
I rolled over and lay on top of him. I knew this would probably be my one and only chance and I wanted to really make it good.
My heart was pounding as my lips approached his. I saw him close his eyes and grimace. Our lips touched lightly at first. Then I took the back of his head and pulled him in closer. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. He began to return the kiss. I opened my mouth and let him stick his tongue into mine as I continued to deeply kiss him. I could feel his cock begin to harden under me. I rolled around on him, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He was moaning slightly.
We continued kissing and rubbing our bodies together for about two minutes. He then took my head and pushed it down to his cock. I took him completely in my mouth and deep throated him. He continued moaning as he thrust into my mouth. A few minutes later he erupted and I swallowed his warm cum. I moved my way up his body to give him another kiss. He turned his head when I approached his mouth. He never let me kiss him again.
When I walked into class he was again sitting in the front row beside Cindy. They were talking, but he stopped and watched me walk to the back of the room. Cindy watched him watch me. She grabbed the side of his head and gave him a quick kiss. I could see him still watching me out of the corner of his eye as he returned her kiss.
Today I did the assignment instead of falling asleep. I was alright as long as I didn't look down at the front row and see Brett's curly hair from behind. A couple of times he'd look back, but I'd always look down at my paper so he wouldn't know I was looking at him.
About halfway through class my cell phone started vibrating. Without the teacher seeing me, I carefully took it out to see who was calling. Instead, there was a text message- from Brett.
MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL
He turned around several times to see I'd received his message. Each time I ignored him. I just wish he'd leave me alone. He's the one who didn't want to continue our friendship. I couldn't imagine him saying anything to me that would make me feel any better.
My phone began to vibrate again. I looked at the message. Again, Brett.
PLEASE
I knew he wouldn't leave me alone until I messaged him back.
NO
I watched him take out his phone and read the message. He looked back sadly at me. I met his eyes briefly and then looked away. I felt I was going to break down again. I gathered my books and told the teacher that I didn't feel well. She wrote me a pass to go to the clinic.
I went outside and sat down at a bench and put my head in my hands. I was trying hard not to cry. I thought I could get past Brett and move on, but it was hurting more each day. His repeated efforts to get me to talk to him was heartbreaking. I knew he was feeling guilty by what he had done, but I didn't want to talk to him and absolve the pain he was feeling. If he was hurting as bad as I was, it wouldn't be enough.
When the bell rang, I got up and headed back inside. As I stepped into the hallway, Brett put his hand on my shoulder.
"Corey." He said softly.
"Don't Brett." I said sternly. "Just leave me alone. Alright?" I looked into his hurt face as tears formed in my eyes. I turned and headed off to my next class. I could hardly see my way with the tears that were in my eyes. I took my sleeve and wiped them away. Several students noticed and gave me a questioning look. I just looked away and hurried on to class.
When I walked in, I bumped into another student, almost knocking him to the ground.
"Sorry." I apologized quickly.
"It's ok, really." I heard a soft voice say. I looked up and was staring into the smiling face of Adrian, Reverend Baker's son.
"Hi, Adrian." I said. I had forgotten that he was in my Calculus class. This was my favorite class and I always sat in the front row. I now remembered him sitting towards the back. He was so shy that most students paid little attention to him.
I looked at him carefully. He was an attractive guy, but his shy demeanor made him almost unnoticeable. He was six foot tall and probably weighed about 180. His dark hair was cut short and he had dark brown eyes. It was obvious that he wasn't athletic because there was very little tone to his body. He wasn't overweight; he just didn't look particularly muscular.
"You alright, Corey." He asked as I walked over to my desk. "My dad was pretty hard on you the other night."
"I'm alright." I assured him. The bell rang and Ms. Everett walked into the class and asked everyone to take a seat. Adrian looked around and then sat down beside me. I was puzzled why he'd move from the back of the room to the front.
"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I'm not doing well in this class." He said shyly. "I thought maybe you could help me."
"Sure. No problem." I looked over at him and smiled. He returned an embarrassed smile.
"It's just that my dad's going to take away my car if I fail this class." He said.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I laughed. "He might even threaten that you'll go to Hell." We both started laughing.
"Listen, Corey." He said. "I'm really sorry about the other night. He was way out of line attacking you like that."
"You don't have to keep apologizing for your dad, Adrian." I assured him. "I don't hold you responsible just because your father's an asshole." He looked at me and gave me a hurt expression.
"Sorry." I said.
"It's alright." He replied. "Really. I don't have any friends because of him. He criticized everyone I brought home. After a while, I just quit having friends."
He looked away and starting taking his book out of his backpack, but I could tell he was trying desperately to blink away tears. Ms. Everett handed out the assignment and told us we could work together as long as we remained quiet.
"Why are you taking this class?" I asked. "It's not mandatory."
"My Dad." He looked at me and frowned. "Says he doesn't want me loafing in school. You know- idle hands."
"Yeah." I finished the quote. "Are the devil's workshop." He nodded.
"If he only knew what I was doing with these idle hands." He looked at me and blushed. We both began laughing. The teacher looked up and asked us to get quiet.
"Yeah." I laughed, holding up my right hand. "In that case, I'll never go to Hell." We started laughing again. Ms. Everett warned us that she was going to separate us if we didn't get quiet. I knew she wasn't serious. I think she was happy to see Adrian finally talking to someone.
We worked together the rest of period without any more interruptions. We'd look over at each other and hold up our hands and then start giggling. For someone so quiet, he was fun to be around.
I could also tell why he was failing the course. He had no idea what we were doing. There was no way he should have been placed in this class. He admitted that he'd struggled all through school with math classes. He'd squeaked by with D's in his algebra classes. He only passed because of his quiet demeanor. I think they felt sorry for him because he struggled so hard.
"I don't understand this at all." He put his head in his hands and sighed. "I just know I'm going to lose my car."
"Come on, Adrian." I tried to sound cheerful. "I'll get you through this. We'll study together."
"Yeah, right." He looked at me. "Someone like you would help someone like me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. I was pretty sure what he was referring to, but I just wanted him to say it.
"Star football jock helping the preacher's son." He said sadly.
"Ex-football star." I informed him.
"Really?" He said surprisingly. "What happened?"
"It's kind of personal." I told him.
"I see." He looked into my eyes. "None of my business."
I looked over at him and smiled. He returned the smile. I was afraid for a minute that I had been a little too abrupt in my answer. The bell rang and we began to get ready to leave.
"Want to join me for lunch?" I asked suddenly. I really didn't know where he went for lunch. In the four years we'd been in school, I don't recall once ever seeing him in the cafeteria.
"I don't eat lunch in the cafeteria." He told me. He patted his backpack. "I brown bag it."
"Oh, ok." I frowned. I was really hoping that we could spend some more time together. I was beginning to like him as a friend, even if he did have an asshole for a father. He must have noticed the disappointed look on my face.
"I have enough for two. That is, if you're interested." He smiled.
"You sure?" I didn't want to eat his lunch and have him go hungry.
"Yeah." He said. "But I don't eat in the cafeteria." We got up and I followed him out of the classroom and down the hall. He headed to the south side of the building and walked outside. There was a small wall that ran around the sidewalk. He walked over and sat down. I sat down beside him.
He opened his bag and handed me half of his club sandwich. He then opened up a bag of potato chips and placed it between us. The sandwich was really good. It was better than any I'd ever had in a deli.
"Mmm." I said. "This is really good. Who made this?"
"Me." He said shyly. "I make most of my meals. My Mom and Dad are never home."
"Well, this is really good." I said licking the mayonnaise from my fingers. "Would you marry me?" I laughed but noticed the shocked look on Adrian's face.
"I'm sorry, Man." I apologized. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."
"It's alright." He said with a smile. "Forget it." We continued to eat in silence.
Occasionally, we'd look at each other and smile. I was beginning to like Adrian. He was so different from most of my jock friends. I didn't feel I had to hide things from him. He already knew I was gay and he was still willing to talk to me.
"Adrian!" I heard someone yell excitedly. "There you are." I looked up and watched as Charlie ran up and gave him a huge hug. "I was worried about you."
"Corey!" She shrieked and ran over and gave me a hug. "I didn't know you guys knew each other."
"We just met." Adrian blushed as she looked back and forth at us with a smile. She looked at me and noticed the confused look on my face.
"We're cousins." She said as she wrapped her arms around Adrian. "But we're more like brother and sister."
"That means Reverend Baker is your.." I didn't even finish the sentence.
"Uncle." She frowned. "You know him?"
"Does he know him?" Adrian began to laugh. "He told him to fuck off the other night." He began to blush. Charlie gave him a surprised look and began laughing.
"In seventeen years." She walked over and hugged him. "I've never heard you cuss. I see that Corey is having a positive influence on you." We all began to laugh.
"Just don't tell Dad." He said worriedly.
"Right, Adrian." She laughed. "I haven't talked to your father in four years. Remember, I'm the black sheep in the family."
"You too?" I laughed holding my hand up. She slapped it. Just then the bell rang. We began cleaning up our mess. We headed into the building. Charlie pulled me back and let Adrian walk in front of us. She leaned up and whispered in my ear.
"Be gentle, Corey." She looked at Adrian. "He`s fragile." She walked ahead and grabbed him by the arm. They darted off down the hall. I was left wondering what she meant by her last statement.
"You ever wonder who you'll end up falling in love with and marrying some day?" Brett asked me. I'd just turned fifteen a few weeks earlier and he was spending the night.
"Yeah." I looked over and saw him lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. "You." I said to myself. He looked over at me and smiled. It was as if he'd read my mind.
"She'll be real pretty and have huge boobs." He grinned. My spirit immediately deflated. For a brief moment I thought he was thinking the same thing as me.
"Kids." He continued. "I want lots of kids." I was becoming more depressed as he continued to talk. By this time I'd already accepted the fact that I was probably gay. I had dreamed of Brett and me spending our lives together. This was the first time we'd ever talked about the future.
"Sounds good, Brett." I said sadly as I rolled over and turned away with a tear in my eye.
"And I`m going to have sex every night." He said as he spooned me and placed his hard cock against my ass. He pulled out the Vaseline and applied some to his cock and rubbed it against my ass. It was the first time we had sex and I didn't enjoy it.
I looked around for Adrian during the afternoon, but didn't see him. I did see Charlie once and she gave me a goofy smile. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she becomes another mystery.
Brett looked disappointed when I went to chemistry class and took another seat on the opposite side of the room. My new lab partner was a shy girl named Sheila. She seemed overwhelmed that I had sat beside her. She tried to start several conversations with me but always ending up nervously giggling. Girls.
Brett watched me the entire period. We were supposed to be taking notes, but I didn't see him write anything down. I guess he was depending on his new partner- Jason Grayson (yes, that is actually his name.) He was a stoner who was always staring off into space. If Brett was depending on him, then he wouldn't get today's notes.
When the bell rang, Brett marched over to me and grabbed me by my arm and started to pull me away.
"Corey, we need to talk." He said as he roughly led me to the door.
"No, we don't." I said angrily as I sucker punched him in the jaw.
"Rule Number 37: Don't put your fucking hands on me again." I told him as I walked out. He was staring unbelievingly at me while rubbing the side of his face.
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