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This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or deceased, and any resemblance to anyone is completely conincidental.
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Next to answer those of you who have asked, I have a number of chapters written already (about 10) but since they're older each one does take time to revise. So I'll try to have them out as quick as I can but I am also spending time writing to continue the story from where I had left it off last.
Finally, for all those who commented on the last chapter thank you! I always enjoy reading any comments someone has to give. They help me improve my writing as well as to drive me to continue on with my story. If you want to take the time to email me please feel free to at Shataikaj@yahoo.com. I hope you all enjoy the story.
Adrian Aluran
Chapter 2: You Know, This Plan Might Just Actually Work.
The car ride back to my place was the quietest ride I've had with Jason in years. Hell, even the night he found out I was gay wasn't as awkward as this ride.
"Okay, I'm sorry!" Jason shot out in an attempt to break the tension. Only earning a glower out of me.
"Apparently not sorry enough to realize how stupid this idea was to begin with" I shot back.
"Hey, It's not my fault you decided to pick fights with your crush and make him hate you. I mean where did you learn to flirt, an elementary school playground?"
"Screw you! You know I can flirt just fine. As for picking fights with Logan, well it's not my fault he gets so damn cute when he's pissed. It's like I just can't help myself! I see his face, all depressed and sad, and I can't stand it... So, some sort of quip comes out of my mouth to set fire to those eyes again. When they're sad he just looks like someone kicked his new puppy, but when he's mad, when there's fire in them, he just becomes exponentially cuter, that I just wanna jump him right there."
"WOAH! A little too much info there buddy" Jason laughed, quickly glancing at me to see if I was serious before looking back at the road.
"Says the boy who went looking for my porn collection on my computer" I shot back, watching him squirm as his mirth faded, the memory of what he found flashing through his mind.
"Hey, I just wanted to know what was your type of girl. I mean, you turned down so many frickin' dates from so many different hotties. I just wanted to know what kind of girl you'd say yes to."
"Yeah well as you found out... its none" I came back with, both of us laughing as we remembered the awkward tension of that night, letting the memory ease the tension in the car.
"So can you forgive me dude? I never meant to put you in the middle of a fight. I only was trying to see if you would get together with captain hottie in there." Jason asked as he pulled into my driveway.
"Yeah, sure" I sighed. "So you want to come in an' hang for a bit, I mean we might as well party together since the party we planned was canceled for the night?" I offered, hoping to salvage the night and at least relax a bit before I had to start homework tomorrow.
"Sure, let me just warn my mom," he replied turning off the engine and pulling out his phone, quickly texting his mom as we got out of the car.
We left his car in the driveway and opened the door, the dark blue carpet of the hallway standing out against the pure white expanse of the walls. Quickly we stepped inside so as not to let the cold autumn air creep into the house. Yet before we could even take another step down hall, my mom called out, "Is that you sweety? I though you said you would be home late? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah mom!" I called back. "Jason was just stupid enough to take us to the other team's party." I decided telling her part of the truth would make it so my ass wouldn't get chewed out later if she ever discovered the lie.
"I hope you two didn't get into any fights over there? Do you need me to break out the first aid kit?" The concern evident in her voice.
"Nahh, we're all good once I realized Jason' stupidity I got us outta there"
"Hey! I wasn't stupid, I just didn't think it would be a problem to go to a party with the other team was all. I mean Scott is dating a girl from their school." Jason called back defensively. Soon after my mom came through the entrance-way from the kitchen a couple yards ahead of us to our left.
"Well, I'm going to head to bed, If you boy's need anything, unless it's a trip to the emergency room you're on your own." She said while walking towards us.
"Alright" I responded, both me and Jason nodding our agreement.
"Good, have fun you guys" She finished, turning away from us to go up the staircase to our right and away from us. Grabbing Jason's arm I pulled him along down to the end of the hall, opening the door on the right revealing the simple wooden staircase to the basement, which had been my room since I had started becoming a teenager. All because back when I entered middle school, I had discovered a love for metal music, as well as an appreciation of the night. According to my mom, who had to get up early for work, these things should not mix. When I argued back that they did for me, she decided to move my room to the basement turning my old room into a home office for her so she could work from home when her schedule would allow it. And thus I gained more privacy than I ever had before, as well as a need for thermal socks to keep my feet from freezing overnight.
Descending the stairs there were a pair of doors greeting us, one to the right the other in front. The one to the right led down a long cement hallway to the laundry room. Originally my mom wanted to put the door to there in my room. But being a boy of thirteen when my room was moved down here, I could just see my mom walking in on me, laundry in her arms, while I was jerking off one day. So, I sternly disagreed, and so in order to balance the cost in renovating our basement to that particular way, I got my current job at a grocery store to help pay off the difference.
I opened the door in front of us, walking onto the forest green carpeted floors. The walls in my room were painted red from the bottom to the middle with a white top. Looking at them filled with all my posters of, hockey, bands, and a few video games, I remembered when me and my mom spent hours trying to get the line of tape straight, so that the divide would not look weird. It might not sound like a lot of fun but we had a blast that day, quipping back and forth at each other over who could make the longest line of tape before it started to slant.
I took a few steps forward, revealing the rest of my room that was hidden by the alcove made by the hallway to the laudry-room. To my right, was my queen sized bed, covered with green sheets, with red and white stripes. My comforter made out of a plaid design with the same color scheme. My computer sat in the far left corner, with my TV, PS4, and cabinet filled with games. Across from my computer was my closet on the other side of the room. The door to my personal bathroom sat next to my closet.
Walking over to my closet I pulled out some a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a shirt. "Make yourself at home, I'm just gonna go get changed. If you wanna borrow a pair of my pyjamas go ahead!" I offered as I entered my bathroom to change, figuring Jason would do the same. Despite the fact that we got changed in a locker room together, I had made a habit of getting changed in the bathroom when alone Jason after he had discovered my sexuality. I knew it probably wasn't necessary, and I was just being paranoid. Yet, it was my way of making sure he wouldn't freak on me. I didn't think he would, but I never wanted to chance the waters there. I'd read too many coming out stories where a guy lost his best friend cause they thought he was hitting on them or something stupid like that.
Quickly I pulled on the white long sleeved thermal shirt, and red, and black plaid pants. Walking out of my door I saw a sight that should be normal yet still sent a thrill of fear through me. Jason was looking through my computer. Silently I walked up behind him.
"What are you doing?" I asked, the worry infecting my voice with uncertainty.
"Nothing much just going through your pictures." He responded innocently.
"I thought we agreed, you don't look through my computer randomly." I replied, reminding him of the rule we had both made after the last disaster.
"Yeah well I wanted to see if you had a secret folder full of pics of captain hottie." Came his smug reply, a smirk gracing his lips in a playful manner.
"Yeah? Well I don't so you can get off now" I lied, praying he hadn't found the hidden folder I kept the random pictures I had taken off the internet of him.
"I would believe that of you, but I just clicked show hidden files, and an interesting new folder showed up. Would you care to take a look at it with me?" he said while smiling back at me, knowing he had won this round.
"Fine you found it. Now will you let it be! We don't need to look through it. I mean, they're all just pictures I've gotten off our hockey teams facebook after we have a game with them." I acquiesced. 'If he wants to know the truth well then I guess it's time he knows. At least he won't think I have some huge hidden crush on him.' I decided, hoping this conversation would end quickly.
"So when did your little obsession start?" He calmly inquired, as if this was our everyday type of conversation.
"After our first game we had against him and the rest of the Shakapee North Stars freshman year." I told him, a little relieved I had someone to talk about the crush I'd kept secret since it formed.
"Wow, so you've had a crush on him all this time, and you just fight with him. Where's the confident Kenneth Knight who is the heartthrob of all the girls in our school? If I were you I would just go and ask the boy out." Jason said matter of factly, as if it was only just that easy.
"Yeah, That's just what I need, a straight boy to punch me for asking him out on the ice." I explained to him. The realization of how complicated this situation was showing in his face now.
"You know there is a chance he's gay" Jame's responded hoping to cheer me up and get us together.
"Yeah and how much do you wanna bet that he's gay and play's hockey. Hell most high school athletes use the word faggot as if it were as common as the word "The" in a sentence." I said, the frustration and loneliness of being the only gay guy I knew bittering my mood.
"Hey, there's at least one gay guy who play's hockey that I know, you might have a shot. And it's gotta be a better alternative than just pissing him off." Jason rationalized.
"Listen,... I don't really want to talk about this Jason. Can we just let it drop and move on to a movie?" I pleaded, hoping this awkward interrogation would end and I could think about something else beside the futility of being alone and closeted.
"Well, if you don't want to talk about this now then fine, but if you don't ask him out soon, I'm gonna set you up on a blind date of my own choosing." Jason told me. "And don't worry, I'll make sure it's a boy, but hopelessly swooning over this guy will not get you anywhere. And I think you need to find yourself a boy and at least date him, if not get yourself laid. You don't know what your missing there buddy."
"Hey I want to find someone I love before I have my first time! I'm not like you Mr. Man-Whore."
"Hey I only did that for a year." he snapped back.
"I know, the legendary "year of the revolving door". The smart girls still keep clear of your from that."
"What can I say I was young and my hormones got the best of me. Since then though I have had a couple serious relationships, ya know."
"How can I forget?" I laughed, thinking about the dumbos he'd gone out with. After the smart girls kept clear because of his reputation, all he could find were the girls who could barely form a sentence much less pass an algebra exam. His reputation really did come to bite him in the ass, and he never seemed to find a girl who was compatible with him. It was by watching him that I realized I didn't want to just jump right into sex with the first guy I found, I wanted someone who actually was special to me for my first time. Someone who cared and wanted me for more than a night.
"Yeah well, why don't we put on the movie so you can wipe that smile off your face and seriously try to forget."
"Sure," I sighed glad that he was letting this drop, "What do you wanna watch"
"How about 300?" he asked?, "You can stare at all the muscled guys in it"
"Ha, you'd like that wouldn't you. Nahh let's watch Pitch Black" I suggested, picking an older favorite of mine.
"Vin Diesel, killing random aliens, why not, it's always a good idea." Jason replied. And with that I popped in the movie and let the conversation drop, hoping Jason wasn't serious on his threat to interfere in my love life.
About the only thing I hated worse than Mondays are Mondays where assignments are due. Yesterday after me and Jason woke up I had spent all day working on that damn English assignment. It took forever to complete and with that I confirmed my suspicions about our teacher wanting to torture us.
But it was finally done. So while I was sitting here in class, my mind began to wander and I started to daydream; letting the teachers voice fade into the background. Quickly I glanced around the room, taking in the faded blue paint on the cinder-block walls. Each block helping to make a pattern my eyes followed like a rat through a maze. The only interruptions to this pattern were the door on the left side of the room adjacent to the large whiteboard where the teacher's desk was, and where she was standing writing things on the board that only seemed to make the books we read for the class more complicated confusing than the stories they told. This whiteboard was the second interruption to the maze. The final one was perhaps the most interesting to me though, because it was the wall of windows that made up the right wall. It was through these I found myself staring out of most days.
Outside the window was the athletic fields for soccer and football, which while not too popular in our town, were popular enough to have teams. This was also where the gym classes held their outside sports, which always interested me. It was because of these windows I was able to watch the guys in different classes fight against each other for the social prestige of winning a gym sponsored sports game. Pushing their bodies and showing off. The girls seemed to do the same most of the time, although there were the few girly girls who screamed if even a drop of sweat formed on what they thought to be perfect skin. I tended to ignore those few; after all girls weren't really my subject.
So I sat here today lazily watching the game of team hand-ball in the field outside. When the bell buzzed pulling me out of my head and back into reality. "Okay class, don't forget to hand in your assignments from last night!" The teacher screamed out. Placing a wire mesh paper bin on the front corner of her desk.
Getting up I threw my backpack over my shoulder and rushed to the front only to see someone hand in two papers. Looking down in the bin as I was placing my paper in I saw a name that made me stop for a second; Camellia Roberts. 'No it couldn't be. I would have noticed her before.' I thought to myself. 'Then again she is a girl. Yet, what would the best friend of Logan Mitchell be doing at our school? Wouldn't she go to North Shakapee High?' My mind reeled with questions as I laid my paper in the bin and began the trek down the yellow corridor to the lunchroom.
Once in line I grabbed myself some pizza and a gatorade, my usual appetite was not there today, probably cause my mind couldn't stop agonizing over the conversation I had, had with Jason. I wondered if he really meant what he threatened that night. 'I hope not...blind dates are just tacky. Not to mention usually beyond awkward.' Walking to my table with my friends I saw the back of a girl with brunette hair talking with who I assumed to be Scott.
'It can't be her can it?' I wondered. Passing the two of them, I looked to my side and saw it was her. Unfortunately once she saw me, she grimaced and wrapped up her conversation walking away from our table, with a dirty look aimed right at me.
"Was that Camellia?" I asked Scott as I placed my food down, the rest of our friends starting to arrive at the table as well.
"Yeah, how do you know her?" He asked, a quizzical look plastered across his face.
"Met her at the party on Saturday, just didn't know she went here." I responded, hoping he wasn't there when she and Logan exploded on me. 'Logan exploding on me doesn't sound to bad.' My hormonal mind interjected. 'Wait, shut up damn it!' I chastised myself, hoping to learn more about Camellia and maybe finally get to acctually talk with Logan outside of a hockey rink.
"Well, she's good friends with my girlfriend Jess, and well she moved across town recently so she now goes here."
"Cool, I'll be right back," I called before quickly turning around to see my ravenous friend about to grab my pizza. "And don't touch my food Carlos, or I'll fail so bad at the next practice that the entire team will have to do 100 extra suicides!" I warned, watching my fellow teammates reactivity pull him back and away from my food.
Running out of the cafeteria I looked up and down the hallway before randomly deciding on a direction, praying Camellia went that way. Reaching the end of the hall I turned the corner seeing her farther down the hall, he curly brown hair bouncing as she glided towards what looked like the art room. 'Shit!' I thought praying I could get to her before she went into the busy classroom. Running at top speed I raced down the hall.
Finally, I stopped short in front of the door, surprising Camellia and blocking her path. "Camellia, hi" I awkwardly started, quickly catching my breath before saying anything else.
"Ken," She said with venom in her voice. "I'd like to get into the art room if you don't mind."
"You see I sorta do." I came back with, trying not to laugh at the incredulous look she was giving me. "I just wanted to apologize for the other night again, I didn't know who's house it was, nor did I want to start any trouble."
"If that's so why the hell do you always insult Logan on the ice then I mean your the only guy I see him check that hard. Did you think insults would make you Mr. Congeniality or something? Cause if so, then something is obviously wrong in your head." She spat back reaching out to try and push me aside.
Letting her move me I quickly grabbed he wrist while her hand was still on me. "Please, Camellia, I know my actions on the ice may seem jerk-ish, but I'm really not that kind of guy normally. Just give me a chance, I just want to be your friend."
"Yeah and like having you as my friend will make my life any easier." She sarcastically groaned, "All of my friends from my old school loath you Knight. Why would I risk my friendships with them for a guy who can't even seem to act like a decent human being most of the time."
"Hey, I act like a decent human being!" I countered, my frustration at the situation rising. "If I didn't do you think I would have so many friends. I mean you know Scott, ask him. I'm not the ass you think I am. You know what I don't even know why I'm staying here defending myself to you. If you want to hate me so much then go ahead, I was just hoping to get a new interesting friend, whether or not you believe me is your choice." I finished my anger getting the best of me and causing me to turn and walk away.
"Knight!" She called out to me, making me turn around to see the conflicted look on her face. "I'll ask Scott like you said, and if you pass inspection, maybe... MAYBE, then we can try this being friends you keep talking about. But you have quite a reputation to live down you know."
"I know, and I promise to prove it wrong." I responded with, watching her enter the art room. Quietly I turned around and started heading back towards the lunchroom. 'You know, this plan might just actually work.'