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Chasing Brandon Chapter 2
I woke up the next morning feeling satisfied with how last night went. I had forgotten that Cameron was sleeping next to me on the bed, he was lying on his stomach with his head facing away from me. He moved a lot when he slept so the sheets were no longer covering him. I rested my head on my hands so that I could get a better look at the uncovered portions of his body. I noticed how perfect his skin was. He didn't have a single hair on him, which made his skin look blemish free. He let out a small groan and turned over in the bed. Now I could clearly see his chest, neck, and shoulders. You could tell that he spent time defining his torso. He may have even spent time to get the perfect tan that he had. He was thin like me but not scrawny. I wanted to reach out and feel his soft skin but I wouldn't risk it, I knew he wasn't in a deep sleep. He let out anther soft grunt. I glanced up scared he might wake up and find me checking him out but he remained asleep. He had this adorable peaceful look on his face. His hair was a little disheveled but it only made him look cuter. His lips were full and had a natural pink hint to them. He had a tendency to lick his lips, which made them glisten. I wanted more then anything to kiss him. Mike, his brother, looked so much like Cameron especially their smile. They were both absolutely gorgeous. I was going to lay down and wait for him to wake up, but I was soon back to sleep.
This time I woke up with strange feeling I was being watched. I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes to find Cameron's deep blue eyes looking right into mine. He smiled and then sat up towering over me. He had this beaming smile.
"Did you like it?" His grin spread from ear to ear.
"Like what?" I was confused.
"Don't worry I wont tell anyone. I promise." I searched his eyes. "Cameron, what are you talking about?" I asked almost scared. I knew he must have known about what I did with Mike last night.
"Don't play stupid with me, I saw you last night with Mike." I looked away from him I thought I might cry. I was so embarrassed. "Bryce, It's okay." He gave me a heartfelt smile and laid himself beside me. After about 2 minutes of silence Cameron spoke again.
"Bryce, I wish that was me instead of Mike." I was shocked. Did he really say that? I sat up and looked at his face to make sure he wasn't kidding. He was dead serious. He broke his serious face with a weak smile and sat up like I had. His face was about 5 inches away from mine. I was scared to make eye contact with him but I couldn't resist. I looked into his beautiful eyes and lost myself. We kept the eyes contact and I felt like gravity was pulling us together. Then he kissed me. I had never been kissed before. It was the sweetest moment of my entire life. I closed my eyes letting my body relax. He gently suckled on my bottom lip. I kissed him passionately separating his lips with my tongue. When his tongue met mine I thought I would explode. . He was so sexy he made my whole body tingle and I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach. He broke away from the kiss, and as much as I wanted that moment to last forever I opened my eyes. I think that is when I first fell in love with him, with out really realizing it. He gave me that striking smile of his and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around him feeling his back. He really did have the softest skin, I thought to myself. I broke the hug.
"I had a dream about that kiss last night." I told him.
"Really! Did anything else happen besides the kiss?" He asked. He gave me a wicked smile. He was trying to embarrass me.
I know my face turned red. I quickly got off the bed and left to go to the bathroom on my way out I heard him say. "So it was one of those kind of dreams." He started laughing at the thought.
I felt like a totally different person inside. I cleaned myself up a little bit and opened the door to head back to Cameron's room. Mike was standing out side of the door, which of course startled me and caused me to jump back.
"Ah, I'm so sorry Bryce I didn't mean to scare you." He said with a look of concern on his face.
"It's okay. Were you waiting for me or did you need the restroom?" He blushed a little bit.
"I was waiting for you I wanted to talk to you about ..." I cut him off before he could finish his thought. "Hey, Mike its okay I won't mention what happened to anyone okay?"
"No it's not that, I am sorry that I left you last night. I was embarrassed no one has ever touched me like that besides me. It just freaked me out. I was just hoping you didn't hate me for that." He was actually kind of pleading to me in his voice. He was so cute. I didn't respond right away. I was admiring him and how adorable he was. Then I heard him sniffle, and realized he was crying. I immediately hugged him.
"No Mike don't worry I don't hate you. I actually kind of like you don't feel bad please." He wiped his face and looked into my eyes, searching for truth in what I had just said.
"You like me?" He said in a whisper. I just nodded my head. He gave me a wide smile. He went into the bathroom to clean his face. I leaned against the hall wall going over in my head all that had happened. When I finally came back to reality I remembered that mom wanted me to call her before noon to pick me up. I ran into Cameron's room and saw that it was 1:30 p.m. FUCK! I immediately ran to the phone and called her. She was upset that I did not call her sooner. She said she was on her way to pick me up. My Mom was strict and since the separation she seemed to be a little edgy too. I felt like I needed to tip toe around her so I didn't piss her off. I went back to Cameron's room to gather my things.
"What happened?" He noticed that I was a little upset.
"My mom she is on her way to get me. She is upset that I didn't call her before noon like I said I would." I paused. " Thanks for having me over Cameron. I had a good time."
"Well if your mom lets you, you can stay next Friday, if you would like to." Of course I wanted to. Was he kidding? I smiled. I heard a loud honk that came from outside. It was my mom letting me know she was there. I walked up to Cameron to give him a hug goodbye. He held on to the hug longer then I expected and I gladly accepted the kiss he planted on my awaiting lips. He said he would call me soon and I left.
I must have fallen asleep doing my homework. My head was lying on my Chemistry book and I still had my pen in my hand. I went ahead and began working where I had left off. Like I said before I don't make very good grades, so I was having a hard time understanding the material. I needed someone who could help guide me through the work. I decided that I would go to Mr. Williams tomorrow and ask him if he could assign me a tutor. I eventually got frustrated with the assignment and decided I would just go to bed. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP
I woke up to the most irritating sound, quickly hit the snooze, and tried to squeeze in 15 more minutes. Nope wasn't happening. I heard a knock at the door and soon my mom was in my room pulling the covers off of me.
"MOM! PLEASE!" I whined.
"You need to wake up now!" She said.
"Fine I'm up." I said. I didn't move I continued to just lie there. My mom started laughing. "Oh yeah you're up."
"Mom, Track is going to start soon and I was thinking that maybe we could go running again like we did last year."
"Oh yeah? I can't get you to wake up now to go to school. You can't handle an hour earlier." She said jokingly. "I'm really sorry that we fell out of habit son, with all that was going on my spirits were not up for running but that is a wonderful idea we can start tomorrow. Now get up!"
I finally got out of bed and headed to the shower to get ready for school.
In between classes I usually meet up with Cameron at the lockers. We usually don't see each other until then. I really wanted to see him, but I couldn't go to see him today because I had Chemistry for 6th period and I wanted to go early so that I could talk to Mr. Williams about a tutor. We had about 7 minutes in between classes so I had enough time. Mr. Williams was sitting in the front, at his desk talking to one of the girls in my class. Her name was Ashley Tate. She was a very nice girl and very popular among the students. She was a junior like me and she was at the top of our class. Mr. Williams turned and saw me enter the room.
"Mr. Stevens you're early."
"Yes, I was hoping I could talk with you." I said not sure if I wanted Ashley to hear what I was going to ask.
"Oh okay, Ms. Tate can you excuse us for just one moment?" She smiled and went and sat in her desk. "Ok, what can I do for you?" He asked.
"Mr. Williams, I am having a lot of problems with the material in class. I was wondering if you could help me or assign me a tutor to guide me through it. I'd really like to pass this class." Other students started to enter the class and I was a little embarrassed.
"Oh well that's not a problem. I'm glad you came to ask for help. Ms. Tate, can you please come up here?" She walked to his desk and stood next to me. "Ashley, Bryce needs help with the work we are covering in class. You are one of our brightest students and I was hoping that maybe you could tutor him. It does give you extra credit, not that you need it. Would that be okay?"
"Sure, it's not a problem. The only days I really have time though are Mondays and Tuesdays if that's okay Bryce?" She turned and looked at me.
"Yeah, that's fine. I appreciate it." I said and smiled at her. She was a very pretty girl, almost familiar looking.
"Great why don't you both take a seat so I can start class?"
By that time all the students were there and the bell rang. I was pulling out my book when I happened to glance up. Ashley was looking at me. She smiled and looked away. Oh man!
My sexuality was not out in the open. Everybody thought I was straight. If they asked me I course would be very honest, but no one ever got that impression. Every now and then I get girls who ask me out on a date and I never know how to turn them down.
There are very few people who know I am gay. Carina, who was my best friend before we moved here, and my mom. My mom never really spoke about it, I know she loved me now matter what. I was thankful that I had an understanding mother. Carina and I kept in touch through e-mail we didn't live very far away from each other but the calls were still long distance and we couldn't afford it. I missed her.
I started drifting off lost in my world of thought, when someone tapped me on my arm. I looked to my side and Lucy (I think that's her name) handed me a folded piece of paper. I took hold of the note and read "BRYCE" written with pink ink. I sighed and opened the letter.
Hey, its Ashley! I can meet you after school tomorrow in the quad I will be waiting in front of C building. Tomorrow is the only day this week I can help. Ashley
There were smiley faces and cute little hearts she used to dot her I 's. PUKE! I folded the note back up and stuffed it in my backpack. The bell rang and I took off I didn't want to see her until I had too.
I headed towards my locker now that it was lunchtime. I wanted to meet up with Cameron because I haven't seen him since Saturday morning. I turned the corner and saw him. He looked like he was searching for someone. Then his eyes met mine and he smiled.
"There you are!" He said walking towards me. As he approached me, it looked like he wanted to give me a hug but he held back. I completely understood why, about 200 other kids surrounded us. This is the first time I have seen him since Saturday morning. I had those butterflies in my stomach again.
"Where are Matt and Rick?" I asked. I looked around to see if I could find them. I can usually spot Rick out. He has orange hair and a pierced chin. He was kind of cute too. He always wears these gray contacts so I don't know exactly what his real eye color is. He is skinny and about 6' foot. Matt was a simple guy. He always wore a baseball cap, which I thought was cute. He pretty much dressed the same way every day just in different colors. A hooded sweatshirt with some extreme sports logo on it, baggy pants, and shoes that he never tied. My style was simple like his, my pants weren't nearly as baggy, but the sweatshirt and baseball cap is what I sported. Now that I think about it we all dressed alike. I guess its true that you attach yourself to those most like you.
We found Matt and Rick in the quad. Rick said he needed to eat in the cafeteria today because he was broke. We were all low on cash so we agreed. We found a table and I excused myself to go to the restroom. The restrooms in the cafeteria were being cleaned so I had to walk to D building and use those. As I was finishing up I heard someone come in. I turned around and found myself face to face with Brandon Tate. He looked like he was nervous and a little frustrated. He was gorgeous. He was wearing kaki pants and a beige turtle neck sweater. He had one of his ears pierced. His hair was light brown and he wore it short. His eyes where emerald green. Trying to read his thoughts through his eyes was impossible. They were cold. If I didn't know better I say he hated me. But Why? I have only run into him twice since I started at Oakwood.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah I'm fine. Leave me alone." He said rudely.
"Hey I was just trying to help. Sorry."
I was a little bit curious on why a Brandon Tate was in the restroom during lunch. Most of seniors went out to eat. It almost looked as if he was waiting for someone or hiding.
"Are you done in here?" He asked me impatiently. He broke through my thoughts. He was definitely up to something. I knew he wanted me to leave so I finished washing my hands and exited the restroom. Still a little confused by his behavior I rounded the corner to leave the building when I bumped into someone. He fell on the floor. I knew this kid. He was a freshman and his name was Eric Palmer. I knew him because he was an advanced student and he was in my algebra class.
"Sorry I wasn't paying attention." I said as I reached out my hand to pick him up.
"It's cool." He took my hand and stood up. He was a scrawny kid. He had short hair that he combed forward. He used a lot of gel in his hair made him look like he had on a helmet. He wasn't an ugly kid, just awkward looking. He did have a very nice smile and perfect teeth. He dusted himself off and then quickly walked past me. I could tell he was in a rush and I had slowed him down. I watched him walk down the hall and go into the boy's bathroom where I had left Brandon. They were very suspicious and my curiosity got the best of me. I walked to the bathroom and put my ear to the door. Brandon and Eric were speaking. Their voices were muffled but I could make out what they were saying.
"You're late." Brandon said. He still sounded rude and upset.
"Sorry I had 15 minutes lunch detention. I couldn't get out of it." Eric said in a sad voice.
"Did anyone see you come in hear?" Brandon asked.
"No. I don't think so." Eric lied.
"I missed you." Brandon tone was soft now.
"I missed you too." I could barley make that out because Eric was now whispering. Then it went completely silent. I couldn't hear a thing. I wanted to walk in to see what they were doing but I was scared of Brandon and didn't want to risk it. I was about ready to walk away when I heard someone speak again.
"Don't stop! Just like that! That feels so good!" It was followed by a loud moan. It took me a second to figure out which one of them was moaning but it was Eric. I couldn't believe I was hearing this. I moved away from the door and left back to the lunchroom. The rest of day was a blur I couldn't get my mind off of Brandon or Eric. I have to admit the situation turned me on. My mind paints vivid pictures and it kept me hard the rest of the day. I was debating on whether or not I should tell Cameron. He was my friend and maybe he knew more about Brandon then I did.
I met up with Cameron after school. He offered to take me home today. I was happy to see him and being with him made my stomach do flips. As soon as we sat in the car he leaned over and kissed me. I could feel his tongue separate my lips so our tongues could intertwine. He did this suckling thing with my bottom lip, which made me pop up in my pants. I think he sensed my 'hard' situation and placed his hand on the front of my jeans. I gasped. I wasn't expecting him to touch me. He started to rub my, now extremely hard, dick through my jeans as he held the kiss. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and started to breathe harder. He patted the front of my pants like if he was saying down puppy. He ended our kiss and sat back. Why does he do that to me? It's like he is teasing me. I opened my eyes to find that him looking at me.
"I have been waiting for that kiss all day!" He said. I smiled and gave him quick peck on his lips.
"Hey Cameron, do you remember Brandon Tate?" I asked. He looked at me and then looked out the window again. "Yeah, he is an ass. Why?" He said, he sounded upset.
"Well I was wondering if was gay." He didn't say anything he just sat there.
"I'm sorry Cameron. I didn't mean to pry." I said feeling guilty. It was none of my business and it was obvious that Cameron knew something I didn't. He remained silent, turned on the car, and headed towards my house. He didn't say anything we just drove in silence. When we got about two blocks away from my house he spoke.
"When I was a freshman I joined the football team. Brandon was a sophomore and he was the coach's assistant and played on the sophomore team. We became friends and hung out a lot. I knew something wasn't right when all I wanted was to be with him." By this time we were parked out side of my house. I didn't leave the car I sat and waited for him to finish his story.
"One day at the beginning of my sophomore year he told me that he was in love with me and asked me to be his boyfriend. I loved him back and accepted. Everything I know I learned and experienced with him. He was my life." He sighed.
"He always tried to be the best in front of his friends. It was like he needed to be the best. Well Peter, a friend of his, bragged to the junior football team that he got some stupid faggot freshman to suck his dick. Peter was getting all the attention from the guys. They all wanted their own personal freshman. Sick huh?" He finally looked at me, but he didn't wait for me to respond.
"Well Brandon had to prove himself once again. He bet the guys on the team that he could get at least 10 guys to suck his dick before the year ended. He achieved his goal but broke my heart in the process." Brandon looked like he was going to cry.
"Why did you tell me he was a bully back when we first met?" I asked. He closed his eyes and spoke low.
"You were new. If he got the chance he would do to you what he has done to other new students and freshman. He prides himself on this bullshit." His pain turned to anger quickly.
"How did you find out he was gay?" He asked.
"He was with Eric Palmer in the bathroom. I couldn't see them but I could hear them." I said. He closed his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek. I knew he had to be very hurt by all that has happened between him and Brandon. I wanted to comfort him and tell him it would be okay but at the same time I was wondering what all this meant.
"Cameron, do you still love him?" I think I caught him off guard with that question. He looked into my eyes and I searched for an answer on his face. He didn't even have to say it. I knew his answer and as selfish as it may sound I was hurt and upset. We didn't even have a relationship yet and it felt like it was already over. I wanted to get out of the car and run. I opened the door and I felt his hand grab my arm. I stopped but I didn't look at him. I didn't want him to see me cry.
"Bryce, I can't help who I love." Those words stung. I shrugged his arm off and got out. I slammed the door and walked away. I knew I didn't have any reason to be mad but I couldn't help but to feel angry and hurt. That's when I knew I loved him. I was in love with my best friend and he was in love with someone else.