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So in the morning after Michael's sleep over Jon made an excuse that he wasn't feeling good, too much cake and soda or something and raced home at the same time that Phil's mom picked him up. Michael and I went to school, but Jon didn't go to school that day, and he avoided me for the next few days. I guess I sort of avoided him too because I felt so confused and afraid. I wanted to tell him that he had become my main jerk-off fantasy and that I wanted to rub my naked body against his and even really touch his dick! I wanted to be gay with him and be his boyfriend. I even had erotic thoughts about fucking him! But then I began to second guess myself, second guess his hand on my leg, second guess what that had meant, second guess my feelings. I even second guessed my second guesses!
After a few days of not really talking in gym class, on Friday I had to go pee so I went to the bathroom. Coach Maynes is cool like that and says if we have to go just go, he doesn't need to now if we have to "process waste" or "re-arrange ourselves". Of course I always watch to make sure no one else is gone to the bathroom when I go too, just a phobia I can't explain. So I was washing my hands when Jon walked in and put his back to the door.
Shaking, through a cracking voice Jon finally confronted me, "So are you going to tell anyone I'm gay Dainel?"
Honestly, not at all convinced in my thick head anymore that he was gay and we could be together, I reluctantly said to him, "But you told me you aren't." As I was feeling let down, mostly by myself, nervous laughter was his response, so I asked him, "Are you?"
Jon bit his lower lip, and went for it. Pulling out a rolled up scrap of paper from his sock and forcing it into my hand Jon blurted, "Call me if you really want to know, but whatever you do, please, please don't ever tell on me. O.K.?"
He had started to cry; I guess I finally had my answer. I quickly gave him the smallest of hugs and a good-game on his butt and went back outside to the field. Again, what I wanted to do was be there with him, but the moment was too awkward for me so I bailed out instead.
Jon didn't come back to gym class that day and I think he skipped off the rest of the day. I wanted to call him so badly that night with the number he had written on that scrap piece of paper, but couldn't bring myself to do it. What would I say to him, how do I let him know I am too? Sure, he's just revealed himself to me, but can I trust him in return? On Monday he wasn't at school again. The following day he was there but avoided me and skipped off gym class. Same thing the next day. On Thursday, while the class was playing baseball Coach Maynes ordered me to go to his office and wait for him. Coach Manes is totally cool, but he looks like Gene Hackman, only meaner looking and with like Hulk Hogan's body. I was so worried, I thought that he knew everything and was going to be all like `what the hell is wrong with you and your little faggot fudgepacker friend'. It turned out I was close.
"Mr. Rice."
"Yes Sir, Coach Maynes, Sir."
"Daniel, what the devil has gotten into your partner, he's skipping classes like a little girl with a rope."
"Sorry Sir, I don't understand, Sir."
"Well your partner, Mr. Farrows isn't going to his classes and the office is worried about him. You and him have a fight last Friday during my class? Son, tell me what is going on."
Silence.
"Mr. Rice, you can either tell me and I will be gentle with your situation or you can go to the office and tell Principal Lowe and the police all about your friend. I don't think your momma or uncle will want to hear the school's been calling for you. In fact I know you're momma won't."
"Sir, I don't know. I think that he's got issues. He gave me his number. I guess he wants to talk but I haven't called him, Sir. Is he really in trouble?" Brave, real brave of me! I just turn on Jon and pass it off to Coach by saying `I think he has issues', what a coward! But still, the lie becomes easier to live; it's him, not me.
In response to my question about Jon being in trouble, Coach said, "Not yet, but if we don't get to the bottom of this quickly he just might be. You know me son, and you know you can talk to me about anything. I'm not just your football coach and gym and health teacher, I can be a good life advisor too if you are ever confused and need to talk. But you need to talk now before the office takes a more involved role in your and Mr. Farrows situation."
Silence again.
"Well the way I see it son, you and your partner have had a fight or something has happened that you know about, and before people really start looking at it 'n all, you best talk to me."
More silence.
"O.K. Fine, son. Your personal thoughts are yours alone unless you share them. I see what is going on here. You said he gave you his number, you best give that to me so I can try to talk to him directly. I can't say as I blame you that you want to protect your friend, but you're putting him in a worse spot. How about you go get me that number now Mr. Rice?"
I respected him too much to lie to him, so I gave the number to Coach. Plus I was scared witless. I didn't even have to go to get the number, I had of course memorized that scrap of paper for all the times I looked at it and longed to call Jon this past week. From the gym office phone Coach called Jon's number, but it turned out to be his sister's cell phone. I got off the hook with a pat on the back from Coach and an order to talk to Jon with the threat of school involvement looming.
I didn't call Jon that night. I couldn't. I was so afraid of telling him what was going on; of revealing him, and of course I was just plain afraid for myself.
Two days later Jon was in class, but didn't say a word to me and purposely took so long getting ready for class that he missed our usual warm-up one-on-one basketball. I dialed the number Jon gave me a few times over the weekend, but always hung up before I thought it had even rung. It wasn't his phone, and I really didn't know what to say to him if he answered anyhow.
Monday we pretended like everything was normal. Pretended. It was obvious that everything wasn't. The next couple weeks were like that. I tried calling a few more times, and once I had to hang the phone up on his sister because she answered so quickly. She called back and yelled at me and told me to quit crank-calling her or she was going to call the police.
Finally one day while were playing touch football in gym class things were almost back to normal.
Walking back to the change rooms Jon asked me, "Daniel, is it O.K. if I start coming to your football games again or will that weird you out too much? You don't avoid me like I thought you would, so I was hoping that I could at least do that again. But if you don't want me to, if you'll feel strange with me watching you or whatever, I won't go."
I didn't know that he had been coming to my football games before and was flattered. I really wanted contact with him so I almost too excitedly said, "Sure."
"You play at Highland Heights tonight don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Cool."
"Cool."
That game my mind was in fact distracted by thinking about Jon too much and I got pulled from the field in the second quarter as a result. I got to go back in when we were behind by 2 in the fourth quarter. This time I was more focused but still got rocked on a play from a guy I never saw coming. The penalty to Highland got us in a good distance for Barry Hershey to kick a field goal but we lost the game on Highland's next drive. My knee wasn't badly hurt but it gave me a slight limp.
That night when I was avoiding homework by way of the internet Jon called. He hung up but the call display showed that it was him. I called back, but I too hung up. Jon then called back until I answered the phone. Uncle Arnie was out with his biker buddies somewhere, Mom was already at her part time night security job, and my cousin Todd who I share a room with only visits every other weekend so I was home alone as usual. I thought that it was Jon's sister calling to yell at me again so I didn't pick up the phone the first like 10 rings.
"It's about time," Jon said as I said hello.
"Huh?"
"I said it's about time you answered the phone. You did just call and hang up you know."
"You did first."
Avoiding that one, Jon instead asked, "So aren't you gonna ask why I called?"
"Why'd you call Jon?"
"Cause I really want to talk to you. I hope I haven't weirded you out or anything. But I've just got something that's been bugging me a lot lately. I think you have an idea. Do you?"
"I don't know. To be honest I'm confused. I don't understand anything anymore so you're going to have to just tell me. O.K.?"
"How about you come over then Daniel, Ma and my sisters have all eaten already, but we could have something, or have you eaten already? Deanna is out and Lacey and Candace are watching Survivor with Ma. They wouldn't bother us."
"Yeah, I got a ride home from the game with Coach and a couple guys, and Coach bought us drive thru, so yeah, I've eaten. But I got an icepack on my knee right now, so how about you come over here?"
"Are you're parents home?"
"Fat chance, why?"
"Just 'cuz I get nervous around people's parents."
"Well if you want to meet my Dad and have been living under a rock the last few years, you have to look up what federal prison he's in now, and Mom works night time security since she lost her job because of him. I live with my Dad's brother also, but he mostly hangs out with his biker buds when Mom's working night shifts. So my place is free for a while. Ya know where I live?"
"Yeah and no, I know you're on Forrest between Watkins and Arrow, but I don't know which house."
"3864. The white one on the left with the 2 tone green trim and door. You can't miss Uncle Arnie's Ford 4x4. Door's not locked, just open it and holler when you get here."
"O.K. I'll be there in like 5 minutes then."
"5 minutes? I thought you lived like on the other side of Parkwood."
"Naw, I'm just on Cherokee, like 2 blocks over."
"Kay, see you in a few then."
OMG!!! I was so nervous. Because we had played an away game I still had to shower because I still smelled like my sweaty football equipment! I thought that maybe Jon would like that though, maybe find it erotic or something. I was pretty indecisive as to what to wear too. By the time I had showered and was toweling dry I could hear the hinge on the front screen door shutting and Jon was hollering my name.
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