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This chapter focuses entirely on Callum and Darius. If you are only interested in the other boys, skip to the next chapter!
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Callum scanned the room as he stepped through the door. He was running a little late after his morning rendezvous with Darius in the disused supply cupboard in the maths building and was now receiving a somewhat steely glare from Mr Willis.
"Mr Henry," he said, his tone cold and steady. "Would you please take a seat at the front of the classroom. I'm sure Miss Newman will be glad of the company."
Callum's eyes moved to the desk immediately in front of Mr Willis'. Jasmine Newman was sat, determinedly avoiding Callum's face. She hadn't spoken a word to him since he had rejected her in her bedroom and her clear disdain cut Callum to the quick. He had never had anybody truly dislike him and, though it didn't affect his life in any way, it still stung to think of it.
"Mr Henry?" demanded Mr Willis, his tone impatient. Callum stopped hesitating in the doorway and took up his seat. He could almost feel the hatred pouring off Jasmine. 'Is it hatred?' he wondered in a rare moment of pure wisdom. He had rejected her; possibly the first person to have ever done so. Could it be that his presence was simply a reminder of that rejection and what was emanating from her now was in fact hurt? Pain?
Mr Willis stood and started to write the lesson plan on the board. While his back was turned, Callum leaned in to Jasmine and whispered "Hi."
Jasmine didn't reply. She stared, seemingly engrossed in the untidy scrawlings Mr Willis had scribbled on the board.
Callum pursed his lips slightly, wondering how best to proceed. "How've you been?" He was genuinely interested. He had imagined having Jasmine as a girlfriend for a long time before he had met Darius and now he wanted her to be his friend, if she would have him.
Callum looked at Jasmine properly for the first time and it struck him how different she looked. After pondering it for a few seconds, he realised the difference. She wasn't wearing any make-up. Every day since he had known Jasmine, she had worn just a touch too much make-up and her hair was always painstakingly crafted, but neither were currently the case.
It occurred to Callum that he hadn't heard any rumours of Jasmine's exploits for several weeks either. Normally there were stories about those whom she had bedded flying about like annoying little mosquitoes but recently, nothing. It was like she had dropped off the radar.
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Jasmine forced herself to keep her eyes on the whiteboard. She couldn't read what Mr Willis was writing but she knew that she already knew it all anyway. She was at least three months ahead of the curriculum in all her classes. Contrary to popular belief, she was quite a smart girl and genuinely enjoyed her education.
At least, that had been the case until Callum Henry had ruined it all. With that one little rebuff, he had changed Jasmine's opinion of herself drastically. She had always thought herself irresistible. No boy had ever been able to say no to her, and even several girls had succumbed to her charms.
And then Callum. He had been nobody; nothing, until the start of the year and suddenly he came back to school and he was so incredibly cute. His hair reminded her of One Direction, and he suddenly seemed so much more confident. It made him desirable, and by God did she desire him.
Before that, her conquests had merely been notches on her bedpost. She enjoyed sex in whatever form it took and she enjoyed it frequently. Callum had been different. He was a genuinely sweet boy who seemed to be more interested in her than in what she could do in the bedroom. More fool her, she didn't know what to do with a boy outside of the bedroom and she had immediately rushed him there.
She knew that it was her fault; that if she had taken a more innocent approach, things would have played out differently, but that didn't change the hurt she felt now at his mere presence. Things were different for Jasmine now. She had put her desires to one side. She had boxed up her confidence and put her personality out to pasture. All she was now was a good student. Perhaps she should be thanking Callum.
~
Callum watched in silent awe as a single tear escaped Jasmine's eye and trickled down her cheek. She quickly swatted it away, but it was too late. Callum knew that she was in pain, and that he was to blame. He slowly reached across the table and took Jasmine's hand in his own. He leaned in close to her ear and, as quietly as he could could, he whispered "I'm sorry."
And immediately he saw the wall around her crumble. She dropped her head and her hair fell down to cover her face. Her shoulders shook slightly as silent tears patted down onto the table top. Callum gripped her hand more tightly and dragged her from her seat and in the direction of the door.
Mr Willis started to object but when he saw the state Jasmine was in, he nodded minutely at Callum.
Outside the door, Callum dragged Jasmine into his embrace and felt her shake with silent sobs. He didn't shy away from her tears; they belonged to him after all. He had to stand there and own them.
After the longest time, Jasmine finally took a deep, shaky breath and lifted her head from Callum's chest. She giggled through the last of her tears and slapped his chest playfully. "Took you long enough!"
Callum laughed. "What do you expect? I'm a boy!"
Jasmine wrapped her arms around Callum and rested her head back on his chest, the faintest of smiles on her face. For a few moments they simply stood and held each other but soon, and to Callum's discomfort, Jasmine's hands began to rove. It wasn't like it was the first time, when her intention had clearly been sex. It was slightly more innocent now, though still clear that she wanted something from Callum that he wasn't prepared to offer.
He gently pried her arms from his sides and pushed her a foot away. "Jasmine. I AM sorry about what happened, but you should know, I already have a..." He paused. He had been about to say 'boyfriend' but he wasn't sure that Darius was ready to be outed. For that matter, he wasn't sure that HE was ready to be outed. "...someone," he finished awkwardly.
"Oh," said Jasmine, sounding dejected. "Do I know her?"
"Well, erm..." Callum hedged. "It's just, er..." He sighed and left it there.
Jasmine shook her head and closed her eyes. "It's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She headed back toward the door.
"Jasmine!" Callum released a small frustrated sound. "It's not that I don't WANT to tell you. I just CAN'T!"
Jasmine made a shocked sound. "Is it a teacher?!"
Callum paused for a second before laughing. "No! No, it's not a teacher."
"Then what?" Jasmine pressed. She seemed genuinely interested now, perhaps not just for the sake of gossip but for her own peace of mind.
"Ok, I'll tell you, but you have to SWEAR not to tell anyone."
"This must be good," said Jasmine, smirking.
"It's..." Callum took a steadying breath and dived straight in. "It's a boy."
Several seconds passed in silence. "A boy?" asked Jasmine flatly. "Your new girlfriend, is a boy?"
"No. My new BOYfriend is a boy." He said it with a smirk; a small attempt to alleviate the tension that was now in the air.
Jasmine waved her hand dismissively. "You know what I mean; so you're, like, a faggot?" Her tone didn't indicate any malice. Likely she had simply grown up hearing the word and had thought nothing of it.
"Faggot?" asked Callum gently.
"Oh, I mean gay."
"That's better," he jibed. "And, to be honest I don't really know. I mean, I like girls. I just think I might like boys more."
"Wow!" exclaimed Jasmine. "My very own gayboy!" She hugged him tightly. She gasped excitedly. "Does this mean I get to be a fag-hag?"
Callum laughed and playfully pushed Jasmine in the direction of the classroom. She giggled mischievously and headed inside. Callum was quite proud of how he handled that. It had gone better than he expected and maybe now he and Jasmine could be friends.
Back in class, Jasmine proceeded to bug Callum to tell her the name of his boyfriend and was undaunted in the face of his refusal to do so. She was at least wise enough to keep her voice down to avoid those around them catching on, but still Callum wished she would be quiet.
Finally, as much as he was happy that she was talking to him, he asked her to stop. "Jasmine, I can't tell you who he is! He doesn't want to be outed, and I have to respect that. Maybe one day, when he's ready, we'll let you in on it, but until then, can you let it drop?"
Jasmine pouted for the rest of the lesson, but Callum could tell that she wasn't genuinely hurt. She was just playing the fool.
At the end of the lesson, Jasmine grabbed Callum's hand and led him out with the crowd. They walked to their next class hand in hand, and Callum observed with a slight smile that at one time, this kind of contact with Jasmine would have driven him wild with lust. Now however, his lust was reserved for only one person.
Ordinarily, Jasmine sat with her best friend Carly at the back of the class, but today she chose to join Callum near the front. When Carly shot the pair a questioning look, Jasmine indicated for her to come over and join them.
"It's Callum, right?" asked Carly taking a seat opposite Jasmine and angling her body toward him. She had a slightly disdainful look on her face and Callum got the feeling that she knew about what had happened between Jasmine and himself.
"That's me!" he said brightly.
"So're you two...?" she asked, raising her finely sculpted eyebrows at Jasmine as if she were trying to make a very distict point.
After a brief pause, Jasmine leaned over and gave Callum a soft peck on the cheek. "Yep, he's my fella!" Callum cast an alarmed glance at her and she gave him a quick wink.
"Carly?" asked Mrs Parker. "Would you hand out these textbooks for me?"
With a resigned sigh, and final glare at Callum, Carly rose and set about her task, giving Callum a chance to ask "What the hell, Jasmine?"
Jasmine giggled slightly. "Well if I can't be your fag-hag, I'll have to settle for being your beard!"
Callum let that sink in for a few seconds. "I don't know how I feel about that Jasmine. I mean, it's a little weird."
"Just think about it, nobody will question your sexuality if they think you're with me. Hey, it could be fun!"
~
Peter Campbell strode into his IT lesson nearly fifteen minutes late. This was customary for him. Even if he could reach the classroom in plently of time, he would purposely wait just a little longer. He didn't want to appear eager to learn.
Mrs Matthews gave him her usual weary glance as he walked to his seat at the back of the room and threw himself noisily into it. He was loudly gnawing on his chewing gum and he immediately started balancing on the back legs of his chair.
He was in a particularly off mood today and had decided the moment he walked into the lesson that he was going to be as difficult as he could. He was off to a flying start but as the lesson got going again, he started looking for more mischief.
It was after his fifth paper aeroplane that the usually reserved Mrs Matthews had finally had enough. The plane landed by her left foot and with an air of cool detachment, she bent down to grab it. She walked over to his desk and stood before him, staring menacingly into his eyes. "Detention," she almost whispered. "Lunch time. You'll clean my storage cupboard." She ripped the plane in two and placed the pieces in his hands. "And the next time I tear something in two, it'll be much more dear to you." She flicked a short glance at his crotch and gave him a grin.
Peter smiled inwardly. He had always liked Mrs Matthews. She was somewhat young and very pretty and, though she would often punish him for his misdeeds, she was always nice to him, when she wasn't threatening his manhood.
The rest of the lesson continued in the normal fashion, with Peter's classmates fastidiously getting on with their work while Peter himself idled on the back legs of his chair and tapped a ruler against his cheek. When the bell finally rang Peter jumped up, grabbed his coat and bolted for the door only to find Mrs Matthews deliberately blocking his path.
"The rest of you may leave, but Peter, you will be staying with me."
Peter may have been an indolent, arrogant and wilful youth, but hitting a teacher was still a little beyond him. Besides that, her playful demeanour had somewhat disarmed him. He settled himself in the chair nearest the door and waited for the room to clear.
"Alone at last!" remarked Mrs Matthews when it was just Peter and herself. "Now, Peter. What are we going to do about this little problem you and I seem to be having?" Peter just shrugged and focussed indifferently on his hands. "Well we can't go on like this, so for now at least, it's punishment." She unlocked her store cupboard and led Peter inside. As Peter took in the scene before him, his heart sank.
It was horrific. Clearly everything had been organised into piles and stacks at some point, but some sort of natural disaster had taken place in the centre of the room. Books were strewn everywhere. Floppy discs and cds, files, folders and paper littered the floor and there was a layer of dust over just about everything.
"I'll be back at half past to release you, and you'd better still be here." Mrs Matthews laughed softly as she cast her eye around the room. She placed her hand on his shoulder and, with a sardonic smile she said "Godspeed." With that, she left.
~
Callum sat on the closed toilet seat in the little cubicle and reread Darius's text message for the thousandth time, hoping it would say something different. It didn't. It still stared back at him with the horrifying words 'I can't believe what you did. We're done!' He batted tears away from his eyes and urgently rooted through his bag for the photocopy of Darius's class timetable he kept there. "Mr Wood. Mathematics," Callum read aloud.
He knew Darius would be on his way to lunch but he knew that if he hurried, he could intercept him. He unbolted the door and ran as fast as he could.
As he weaved between students heading down the stairs, he caught sight of Darius hovering outside Mr Wood's room and ran at full tilt towards him.
Darius looked at him with hurt in his eyes. "I don't want to talk to you Callum." He turned to walk away and quickly spun back. "I mean, you could have at least told me before you broadcast it to the fucking world!"
Callum took a deep breath and tried to shift the lump in his throat. He failed miserably and all that came out when he tried to speak was a high pitched squeak and the beginnings of a deluge of tears.
"Oh, for God's sake," mumbled Darius, grabbing Callum's hand and leading him into the next classroom over. Once inside, Callum's dam burst and the tears fell freely. Darius locked the door.
"Baby!" he blubbered. "I d-don't know wh-what I d-did!"
Darius pulled his phone and jabbed at it furiously with his finger. "Really?" he demanded sarcastically. He shoved his phone in Callum's face. "What's this?"
It was Darius's Facebook page. He had scrolled down to a post from around an hour ago. It was Carly; Jasmine's friend.
'Luks like Jasmine's got a nu bo! ne1 heard of Callum Henry?'
Callum shook his head slowly. "No! No!" The timing of the post suggested that she had posted it almost immediately after Jasmine had told her. He kicked himself internally for allowing Jasmine to do this. "It's not wh-what it seems!" sobbed Callum, reaching for Darius's arm.
"Not what it seems?" Darius scoffed, yanking his arm violently away from Callum's grasp. "The whole school knows about this! It's all anyone was talking about in my last lesson!"
"It's fake!" bawled Callum. "It's all a lie!"
"What are you talking about?" asked Darius, looking taken aback but still angry.
"Jasmine told Carly we were together but it's not true. Jasmine thought I should have a beard. I don't really want it but it's already out there now."
"Bullshit," Darius mumbled. "You fancied Jasmine all that time before you and I got together and now all of a sudden you two are the hot new thing round school. Looks like you got just what you wanted."
Darius turned towards the door. "What do I have to do to prove this to you?" wailed Callum.
"There's nothing you can do," said Darius, his voice heavy with sorrow.
Callum panicked. "I'll come out!"
Darius spun. "What?"
"I'll come out! Right now, on my Facebook! I'll make it look like I'm breaking up with Jasmine because I'm gay."
Callum pulled out his phone and started typing. He had stopped crying now, but his heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to pop right out.
'Jasmine. I'm so sorry to do this to you, but
you have to know who I really am. I'm gay, and
I'm in love with another boy. I'm sorry.'
He showed the message to Darius. "I'll post that on my wall and tag Jasmine in it. Everyone will know within an hour. Less if Carly sees it."
Darius let out a reluctant chuckle and then shook his head, reverting to his moody glare. "You're not going to do that." Darius didn't seem to sure.
"Wanna bet?" asked Callum, smiling slightly. "All I have to do is press this one little button." He hovered his finger over the 'post' icon and wiggled it, watching Darius's face.
"Ok," said Darius, crossing his arms defiantly. "Go ahead." Darius was smiling now too, clearly baiting Callum. Just by the way they were now joking with each other, Callum knew he had convinced Darius.
"I will."
"Go on then."
"I'm doing it."
"Alright."
Callum lightly touched his finger to the screen of his phone. "Done." He stared innocently at Darius.
"No way!" exclaimed Darius, his eyes going wide in surprise. "Give me your phone!" He darted forwards and tried to grab it from Callum's hand.
Callum shoved it behind his back. "Nope." He smiled broadly.
Darius was reaching round Callum's back, trying to grab the phone while Callum kept shifting his hand about to avoid him.
"Give it!"
"No!"
"Give it!" Darius made another grab for the phone but Callum whipped it around to the front and dropped it down the front of his trousers. "You think I'm afraid to go down there?" asked Darius, unbuttoning Callum's trousers and sliding his hand into his boxers. Once there, he grabbed Callum's phone and retracted his hand.
"Aww," moaned Callum. "If your hand is down my pants I'm kinda hoping something fun is gonna happen." He smiled lasciviously at Darius who was running through Callum's Facebook feed.
"Ha! I knew you were too chicken to actually post that!" He put Callum's phone into his own pocket. Darius sighed and tucked his hands into the band of Callum's boxers, pressing their pelvises together. "Ok, so let's say I believe you. What does this mean for us?"
"Well, it doesn't change anything, does it? It's not like we're out already." Callum's dick was starting to Darius's closeness and the fact that his trousers were still open and he was starting to lose focus. "Either way we'd be sneaking around, stealing kisses in supply cupboards. I guess the only difference is that nobody would ever question us spending time together. So in that way, it might actually be a bit better for us."
"I guess," said Darius, still sounding slightly unsure.
"Now, can I have a kiss?" pleaded Callum.
Darius pretended to ponder that. "Alright."
Their lips met in a long, deep kiss, during which Darius slipped his hands over the soft globes of Callum's arse and gave a soft squeeze. Callum moaned into Darius's mouth, his expanding member pressing harder and harder into Darius's groin. Callum slid his hands up the front of Darius's shirt and caressed the firm abs he found there.
Before Callum had realised it, his trousers were around his ankles and Darius's hand was softly stroking his cock. Darius broke the kiss and looked at Callum's dick with feigned surprise. "Is that for me?" he asked mockingly. Callum nodded. "It looks delicious. Mind if I have a taste?"
"Go for your life," said Callum, his dick giving a slight involuntary twitch. Darius dropped to his knees and took a small drop of precum onto his tongue. He smacked his lips. He gave a sarcastic nod of approval and swallowed Callum to the hilt. Callum let his head fall back onto his shoulders and revelled in the warmth and soft sucking Darius had to offer.
Callum leaned against the table behind him and held on tight to the edge of it as he felt his breath quicken. Darius started to tickle Callum's balls and Callum felt the endgame approach. He pressed his teeth hard together in an attempt to silence himself and his fingernails dug hard into the edge of the table as he unleashed wave after wave of his warm seed at the back of Darius's throat.
As Darius swallowed each powerful jet, the base of his tongue rubbed tentatively at the tip of Callum's dick, encouraging more and more of Callum's seed to ply itself to the lining of Darius's throat.
Darius gingerly tucked Callum's softening dick back into his boxer shorts and stood up, his own trousers tenting alarmingly. Callum, almost in a stupor, slid his hands into Darius's trousers and took a firm hold of his hard rod and within a minute of slow rubbing and squeezing, Darius let out a small gasp. Callum cupped his hand and let Darius's offering fill it.
Callum lifted his hand to his lips and dipped them into the pool of cum he was holding before sharing a long, hard, cum-laden kiss with Darius.
"So," said Darius, zipping up his trousers and fixing his shirt. "Do you want to have lunch together, or do you have to sit with your 'girlfriend'?" he said, a sly smile on his face.
Callum zipped up his trousers and pushed playfully at Darius's shoulder. "Come on."
They made to leave when the door was unlocked from the outside and the owner of the classroom walked in.
"Oh, what are you boys doing in here?" asked Mrs Matthews.
"Sorry Miss," said Darius. "I lost my phone in here this morning." He pulled Callum's phone out of his pocket and held it up. "Callum helped me find it."
"Oh. Well, you boys better go and get some lunch before there's nothing left."
The boys chorussed "Yes, Miss," and headed out, sharing amused glances.
~
Peter switched off his phone's camera and tapped the device against his bottom lip. He slipped the phone into his pocket just as Mrs Matthews walked into the room.
"How're you getting on, Peter?"
He cgave a sinister chuckle. "Like you wouldn't believe, Miss. Like you wouldn't believe."
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