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My Room Part Six
Dear Nifty Readers,
I know I should have written before now, sorry, but my life has changed so much since the last I contacted you. I just can't believe it; I've been busy with new things at school and a whole lot new happening at night in my room. OK, let's see, where did I leave off, I don't want to leave anything out, but Kent will be here soon and you'll understand why I want to be ready.
Anyway, I was telling you guys how I was worried about going to school the morning after the night before, if you know what I mean. When I got to school that morning, nothing had changed. I saw Kent in second period, that's the first class we share, and once again, he was surrounded by cute girls and a couple guys that I started looking at a little differently. He saw me and well he did have a look like he wished he could pull away, but honestly, he didn't try. I just found a seat in the back and watched him with all his friends. Yeah, I'll admit it, I was jealous. I felt like after all that we had done, he could at least speak to me. That's when I decided to just forget about him. I felt used and like some toy he had thrown aside. I don't think I learned a thing in that class.
The rest of the morning, I would see Kent Baxter in the halls, changing classes, but even though I think he tried to wave once, I just turned away. I wasn't in his circle and I felt like I needed to just face that fact and move on. Yeah I was depressed, but that is just life, I told myself.
Finally, it was lunch time. I strolled in at the tail end of the lunch period and there at the popular table was Greg and Bryan and a hand full of good looking cheerleaders. I bought some food and found a table on the other side of the room. It was a small table so I sat there alone. I told myself that was how I would live out my days, now that I was gay and my lover just used me and went on his happy way.
That's when it happened. I heard a chair scrap the floor and Kent Baxter stood up in front of everyone, took his tray and walked away from the in-crowd. Passing tables along the way, where, one after another, someone tried to get his attention, I watched as he crossed the room. Everyone else was watching too. I couldn't believe it; I saw him looking my way and turned to see what cute girl might be behind me. There wasn't anyone else. It was me, Kent was looking at ME!
In a moment, he reached my table and as our eyes met, he spoke, "Hey Nick, can I share your table?"
I was still hurting and didn't want to hurt anymore, so I pointed out that all his friends were looking at him and maybe he should go back and sit at their table.
I think this is when my eyes filled with moisture... Kent said, "I don't want to share my lunch with them anymore. I want to eat with the best looking guy in the room, so I can reach over and hold your hand and think about making love to you again and again."
I said, "Quiet Kent, someone might hear you. They'll find out about us."
"I don't care. I've never been happier than I was last night with you and any time I can share my time with you is great to me, so my I join you?"
Well, I of course made room for him, and he insisted on sitting right next to me, his hand on my knee and our legs rubbing together.
It's been almost a week now and everyday Kent walks to the bus with me. He asked me to join some of his clubs and we work together on our homework every night.
Yeah, there's some talk around that we might be gay. You know how things get around in high school. But you know what? We don't care. We just care about each other.
I think our Moms figured it out before we did. And they're cool with the fact that we want to be together. That sure makes life easier at home, because as soon as we get home each day, I watch Kent Baxter pull off his shirt, slip off his shoes, pull down his zipper, remove his pants and slide his brief off that beautiful body of his. Then, before I can do anything, he removes all of my things and we find our selves in bed.
A lot of you guys gave me suggestions about things to do. They made me blush when I read them, but I want to thank you, now that I've tried them all. WOW, you were right, that does feel good! Thanks for everything.
Oh my, here's Kent. I've got to go. Take care.
Your Friend,
Nicky