Hey guys! I've just finished with our finals a few weeks back and I've finally finished a sequel to Chris' story. I do hope it's as good as the first.: ) neway, A massive THANK YOU to all those who responded in with their comments and wonderful encouragement. Also, I owe a debt of gratitude to Kyle for proof reading and editing it for me. (THANKS MAN!)
Neway, I'm hoping you don't need to read the first story to catch up with this one but I could be very wrong (I ain't making any sense) Anyway, thing is, if you feel as if you've missed something or you can't understand something yadda yadda yadda check the first story out. This is a continuation on the timeline of that story.
So that's it. I hope you enjoy this. And also, any comments or rants or whatever can be sent in though my email ubq2s@yahoo.com
The Journal (Rob) - part 1
10:30 AM Thurs, Rob
"Bless you" I say to my seatmate as he sneezes yet again, I look back at my paper, scribbling down my answers. Sigh, I think everyone else in my class caught my cold.
I've been pretty sick for the past couple of days. I came down with a runny nose last Friday and it just got worse over the weekend. If there's any good side to this, at least I was able to take the succeeding 3 school days off after the weekend due to the cold.
Unfortunately I really had to go back to school today. I had a test I would NOT like to make up for. It was World History, and all the make up tests (thanks to the school's particularly sadistic history teachers) were at least twice as hard (talk about unfair) so I've opted to take my chances and just show up for the test which was right before my lunch period.
Now here I am in the middle of a stuffy room with my nose dripping runny snot for all it's worth. Pleeasee God don't let anyone see that... Pleeeasee!
I grab my tissue from my black backpack as quickly as I could and I promptly blow my nose.
The table seems empty with only Kim there looking deep deeply into her... espresso? no.. wait.. vanilla milk shake.
"Hey" I tried to say but it came out kinda bogged down.
"What'd you say?" she said.
"I said... oh forget it...-sniff-"
"Boy your cold really is bad."
"I know"
"What'd you say?"
At that moment I knew it was pointless. I threw my hands up and I just sat across from her seat. I picked up the small scrapbook beside the tall glass with the milky frozen delight and I spread it open in front of me.
"Oh you had the pictures developed?"
"What?" she said.. clearly not communicating well with me...
"-sniff- Ahem.." I cleared my throat to make sure she'd hear me out. "I said, when did you have these developed?"
"Ohh... I picked them up yesterday when I was at the mall with Karen."
"Your girlfriend?" I spoke out miraculously clear.
"Same one" She smiled back. She's been complaining for the longest time about not having her girlfriend around enough. She's not exactly from around here, something like a car's drive away, across the city, to St. Thomas - the only private all girls' school in the district. Pretty too as I've seen in the picture Kim showed us a week or two before.
As I was flipping though OUR pictures I couldn't help but smile. The whole lot went out a month back to an amusement park north of the city proper. We had lots of fun and I can't seem to get my mind away from that afternoon. I really wish we'd get more chances of going out as a complete group.
I feel so great being with these people. As if I can just be myself. I don't have to constantly hide from my mom nor from my friends nor from the people who pass me by everyday. I can find refuge in knowing that each and everyone of the guys know what I'm dealing with; the troubles and the joys, the highs and the lows.
Even though you could really say I'm a senior member of the clique (that makes me sound so old) I still can't reconcile this thought knowing that deep down inside, I'm still as young and naive as I was four years ago.
I can still recall how I felt back then. It was the beginning of my freshman year and I just couldn't wait to start. I had everything going for me: popularity, lots of friends and a cute boyfriend.
You heard me right. I'm what they'd call an early starter. I discovered my sexuality way back in grade school and I wasted no time in finding myself a guy.
His name was Jason. He was the epitome of the perfect 'trophy' boyfriend. A top-notch jock, he was the only freshman invited to the basketball varsity try-outs.
It was fun at first. We shared everything: our notes, our friends, our time and our beds.(do the math, kid) But sometime during the early part of my sophomore year he somehow changed. I can't put my finger on it exactly but it just happened. There's no describing it.
Things we used to do together began to happen less and less. Between the increasingly sparse reoccurrences of our intimate contact, other activities wedged in on our time. We began to see less and less of each other until every single second of his after school hours he spent with his jock friends.
I know this sounds really biased and resentful and perhaps a bit paranoid, but I guess it's me trying to look back at what I missed, where I didn't quite meet the notch in boyfriend maintenance.
I was naive and I didn't think anything could rock my relationship or my perfect world, let alone both. I didn't notice that we didn't even talk for a whole week, nor that we didn't have a single date in a two months, when before we couldn't even stand not talking to each other every night and not going out together at least once a week.
It was like he was drifting further and further away from me and I didn't even notice.
I loathed myself for not seeing what should have been the obvious. Kyle and Mitch warned me about this but I didn't listen to them at all.
Looking back I really hate myself for letting that happen, not really for loosing Jason but more of being left bitter and closed after he left me. I'm quite sure plenty of opportunities presented themselves after Jason but I was too absorbed in guarding my heart from hurt to see them.
"Hey... I didn't know you took a picture of this." I beamed smiling ear to ear.
"You didn't notice? Hehehe you must have been too drowsy."
I took a second look at the panoramic photo. Saying it was a pretty picture would be one big fat lie. We went to the amusement park thinking it was closing at midnight just to find out that the park only operated till 7:00 pm on weekdays.
Since our ride home (Alec's van) had the instructions to pick us up at 11:00 pm, we waited the whole three hours in front of the park. God that was awful!
It was dark and chilly and we were all huddled up together like hobos in the empty parking lot. Half of us were drowsy (me included) and the other half, were busying themselves by talking and pestering the sleepy ones. And that was how Kim's picture was taken: all of us huddled together sharing the last few bottles of water we had waiting for the damn van to come pick us up. We all bunked that night at Chris' house and luckily his was on the larger side because we all made lots of racket that night... er.. morning. We all got around to sleeping past 5 am, all thoroughly exhausted, all thoroughly elated.
11:30 AM Thurs, Kim
The bell goes off signaling my next class... nah, it can wait. I've missed Rob.
"So what's your next class?" I ask him
"I'm not going anywhere, I just came here for the test remember?"
"Well you're might as well- "
"Hey you have the pictures done!" I hear Alec scream behind me, followed closely by that equally irritating bastard Rich. Trailing far behind them were Leo and Ken, and just about rounding the bend is... Yup.. I think it's Mark, sigh, the guy looks like a pin up poster in 3D, and by the way he was looking at Alec's reaction to seeing the scrapbook and the negatives (which was diving into the mess of bags and books and stuff on the table in typical Alec-ish fashion) he'd never fool anyone into thinking they were actually dating. He needs brushing up on his acting skills.
Totally engrossed with the new photos I greet the rest of them and so does Rob.
"Hey man! How are you? You feeling better?" Mark throws in amidst the clamoring of the other people now sitting around the much-abused table.
"Yeah, I guess so, although I still have a slight cold I'm better. I'm going home early today though. Talking full advantage of my uhm, health" he giggles.
The rest of the guys laugh along with him.
"Aw, you won't be going with Chris and us tonight?" said Alec.
"Nope, sorry guys."
Rob is like a father figure to the rest of the clique. He's the only one left of the 3 original members. Kyle moved to another city and Mitch graduated last year. So that left Rob to, well.. look after all of us I guess.
Not that he's the wrong person for the job; in fact he's taken the unspoken job well to heart. It's just that it doesn't seem healthy. I don't know why but he always shied away from romance and relationships. It's like he devoted his entire self to us, his friends, instead of being with someone. I'm not sure why exactly but it's just wrong. He's missing so much.
I give him one last smile as I pick up my fluffy pink pouch and head on to my next class 10 minutes late or so.
11:45 AM Thurs, Mark
"Seriously Mark, what's happened over the week huh?" Rob says slightly muffled by his cold.
"Nothing!" I retorted defensively, which was immediately followed by jeers from the rest of the guys, ring lead by Alec.
"That's not what I heard" said Rob.
"And from whom?" ... Alec. Sheesh. I just had to ask! Seeing the guilty grin on her face made me need no further confirmation. After a long pause I glared at Alec and told Rob that he probably knew whatever there was to know already by now.
"Well... It's different hearing it from you, so anyway who is he? And by the looks of it we have a new inductee into the group right?"
Oh shit.
11:47 AM Thurs, Patrick
I'm panting again.. God! I've got such a rush! I kissed Mark! I kissed Mark! Mark kissed me back! YESSS!!! I could repeat that mantra over and over (as if I didn't already) and I still wouldn't get tired of it.
I withstood all the taunting and the teasing the whole morning through. I was a rock. Nothing could bring me down from this high. My spirit was so full it could burst from all the elation I had inside. I couldn't believe it; I was looking forward to go to school this morning, even chirpily eating the dumpy cereal I had for breakfast.
I would have never believed before today that I could possibly live after being outed in front of the school like that. I would have thought that I'd force my mom at gunpoint to move to another city or something.
But today was wonderful, splendid, and marvelous. Actually I'm running out of adjectives to describe how I feel about today. I'm on top of the world. If I had to bear being humiliated in front of the entire populace of the cafeteria like that all over again to get the chance of feeling this emotion, I'd gladly do it a thousand times over.
For the first time in my life I had a .. uhm.. something. A something with a boy! A popular boy! A popular Jock boy! A cute popular jock boy. A cute popular jock boys with ... with ...
With the in-group at school.
Deja vu
It was yesterday all over again.
They were all huddled around their table whispering amongst themselves. Damn. Mark was sitting in the center of the huddle with his arm around this senior I didn't recognize. He wasn't there yesterday though.
I was afraid, of course I'd be, my world as I know it could come crashing down again.
Popularity does not mix well with my kind. I was standing there at the door to the caf practically shitting bricks, when some guy shoved me from behind with a snide fag remark being mumbled.
I nearly lost my balance and I almost fell but luckily I caught the wall before I toppled over. I needed time to think. I can't just barge in on them. God what if they make fun of me, what if they humiliate me all over again? What if Mark tells me everything he told me yesterday wasn't true, what if he was just leading me on to play a prank on me, what if...
My 'rock'-like self-confidence suddenly melted away into a soggy mush of questioning and paranoia.
Everything that seemed to be in place and in order this morning was back to total chaos. I didn't know anything anymore again. My knees felt weak. "I have to get out of here" I whisper. Pathetic.. now I'm talking to myself.
No. No, no... no. I'm over reacting. I'll talk to Mark and everything will be okay. He's already told me that the others apologized, that means they really want to be sorry, I mean, they want me to be sorry er, they want, they wanted to say they're sorry - to me; they're sorry for what they did - to me. Right. Okay. Breathe.
God why is this so hard?
I gathered my splattered wits and I trudged into the void.
I entered the large room, filled with students, and I slowly let my eyes roam around not particularly staying on one visual point for any long length of time. Some of them looked back at me. A few of those who did, did so with clear-cut contempt, some surprisingly with unspoken sympathy. In any case, I honestly dreaded coming near Mark's table. The intimidation radiating from their group was somehow too much to bear. Fighting the urge to run I spoke up.
"Hi"
11:47 AM Thurs, Mark
"Oh shit"
"What do you mean 'oh shit'?" said Leo, interrupted by the sudden arrival of Chris, Mike, James and Tina.
"Did we miss anything?" Mike spoke up for the group of four.
"Not yet.. this sounds interesting... Weelllll??" Rich intoned.
"uhm.. It's nothing"
"No it's not!" A couple of them countered.
"It's just about Patrick" I blurted out promptly trailed with Rich's & Ken's always inappropriate hoot.
"So the name's Patrick?" Grinned Rob.
"Don't flatter yourself, knowing how good Alec is at keeping a juicy piece of gossip to herself you already probably know every detail. There's not much to tell."
"Except?" Chris said visibly getting irritated at my stalling.
"What?" said Alec.
"No.. It's not that. I told him you guys apologized, but I .. uhm.. never mind"
Rich was suddenly visibly quiet and contemplative standing out because of his silence. He had this look on his face... like he was going to bite someone's head off. Following his line of sight, my eyes stopped dead when I saw what he was glaring at.
Patrick.
I guess the others didn't see. I hope he doesn't have any resentment towards Patrick. I'll just have to talk to him later.
"Hi"
I looked up and above me I saw Patrick against the backdrop of sunlight pouring out from behind him though the clear floor to ceiling windows of the communal space.
"Hey Patrick... uhm.. I " I stammered " I guess you've already met most of the guys : Chris, Leo, Rich.." I said as I introduced each of the guys in order. ".. and she's Alec" I ended up pointing to the bouncy girl at the end of the group.
11:52 AM Thurs, Patrick
"... And she's Alec."
Alec?
Yup, talk about Deja Vu.
My knees felt weak all over again as I crumbled inside. How can I be so stupid as to overlook the fact that the guy had a fuckin' girlfriend? My anger and resentment, growing by the second, boiled inside of me.
"I.. " was all I could get out before the waterworks went full blast. I was crying right in front of them with utter humiliation when Tina came around me and held me in her arms.
"It's okay" she cooed. "Let it out, you're with people who understand you now."
"Yeah, don't worry about a thing, we'll look out for you" imparted James from my left.
One after another, more of these sentiments came down on me each coming from a certain person in the group. Everyone was treating me like a long lost brother or something, save Mark (who was looking at his lap while beginning to blush) and Rich. (who seemed to have something on his mind at the time)
hmm...
This is getting confusing. I came across as this total idiot looking left and right with this statement on my face reading an intellectual 'huh?' whilst in tears. I was suddenly amongst Mark's friends who, all of a sudden, were treating me like one of their own, hugging and comforting me while seating me next to Chris and the senior.
It was weird to say the least. I had my face contorted in uncertainty while they were all looking at me as if waiting for me to speak up. Turning to Mark I pleaded with him to get me out of this situation. My emotionally distraught brain has had enough and I couldn't think for myself any further.
"Uh... hey, uhm, guys.. this is what I was kinda trying to say... He doesn't quite know about, uh, US yet." he said heavily intoning the 'us' in his statement.
"Oh.., "Ahhh, okaaay" followed by giggles and a few snickers rung through the clique. Shit, what did I do this time?
Looking across the table, I see Mark blushing beet red, while hanging his head lower than ever. Did I miss anything? Did I grow another arm or something??? WHAT??
A chair screeches as Mike leaves his seat and goes around the table to stand side by side with me. He then puts his arm around me and lifts me up onto my feet. Ignoring some of the foreboding stares from the other tables across the room, he leans onto my shoulder and whispers quietly in my ear.
"Dya want ta know a secret?" He begins with a mischievous tone. He points over to Mark with his free hand and asked "Dya know that guy?"
I nodded slightly in response to his question.
"Well, guess what, he's gay."
Gay?
"And that girl over there?" He continues while pointing to Alec this time.
Gay? How can he be.. he's not..? How about...?
"She's gay too."
Huh?
"And so is that guy, and him, and.. "
They were all cracking up whilst I was loosing my head. They were actually finding it funny?!? It was going a bit too fast and I felt as if any moment soon I'd collapse into a big heap on the floor. Though if Mike weren't propping me up from the back like he was, I'd probably have.
Dropping me from his vice-like grip, he deposited me back between Chris and the senior. (who by then from Chris' whispers I knew to be Rob) I sit and stare in awe of the recent revelation. Everybody from the table was looking at me knowingly, as if they could see right through my soul.
Oh god.
I can deal with this.
I can deal with this.
I can deal with this.
12:08 PM Thurs, Tina
Patrick looks as If he'll need some major perspective reworking, such a cute boy. He has this look of innocence which is just so uhm, appealing?
He's lucky he's with us though. I know just how badly the other people here at Wesley can treat gay teens. Hopefully we'll be able to shield him from the pain these people can inflict on him. Besides, it's our fault he was outed in the first place. It's the least we could do.
12:28 PM Thurs, Mark
"Hey, who has a double break today?" I asked not referring to anyone in particular.
A chorus of negative answers came back. "Sheesh, you mean I've gotta spend the next full hour all by myself?"
"Having lots of free time does have its bad points Mark" said Alec winking at me.
Over the past 20 minutes the gang hung out like normal teenagers do - quite a feat if you consider the composition of the 'gang'. More often than not, orientation isn't really the best justification to bond with a group.
You just don't see a group of girls everyday whose sole reason for being together is the fact that they're all girls. Usually, people have the same interests or the same aspirations or some other cause of unity.
That could be the clique's greatest weakness. Disagreements often develop and shallow quarrels are common as well. But perhaps, in some way, it's healthy for us.
Even with all our disputes, we never fail to make the external impression that as a posse we're as solid as can be. And when it really comes to trying times, we're always there for each other. It's just the petty things we fight over like cats and dogs.
Patrick's tried his best to fit into the eclectic group. Although everyone was warm and accepting and docile this time around, he still gave it all he had trying his best to make up for what I'd guess he felt to be his earlier short-comings. Boy will he be in for a shock when things go back to the chaotic norm.
With the bell finally ringing, it seems as if he's found a niche with Leo and Chris. And as the sophomores began to leave all together, I called out again as to who didn't have any classes the succeeding period and who could stay with me the extra hour.
"I'll keep you company, don't worry" Rob whispered.
The guys left for their respective classes, patting me on the back or giving low fives as they went their way.
"It's been some time since I've had the chance to be alone with you" he glowed warmly. I've known Rob for quite a while. Ever since my freshman year, I've known the guy mostly because ... well of envy.
I hated him for being with Jason and clinging to him like a shadow. Back then I was heavily infatuated with Jason: totally popular and totally a jock. He was the embodiment of everything I wanted.
I cursed Rob secretly because of some outrageous assumptions I had. I somehow believed that they were together and that he was the reason I couldn't muster up the confidence to talk to Jason and get to know him. I blamed him for causing Jason not to notice me. I blamed him for keeping us apart.
When I first tried out for the basketball team, I looked up at Jason. But whenever I could dream up a perfect image of my sophomore stud, he'd come and ruin the picture.
It's funny actually because no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that they were lovers or something, I knew deep down inside that I was fooling myself. It totally blew me to find out, years later, that those childishly jealous assumptions were actually true.
Anyway, a month or two after failing the squad (which I blamed on Rob once again thinking he hated me because I was going to steal his boyfriend away from him.. yes, I was pitiful) the first time around, I just noticed that the two started hanging out less and less with each other. It was like all my bad intentions for Rob had finally come true in a perplexed weird manner.
I know about everything between them now. The day Kyle first invited me to the clique I met all the members and I was totally floored to see him here.(damn) We talked a while and eventually, I guess we clicked and we ended up as close friends.
Honestly, Rob has looks. I wouldn't have gotten that jealous had Rob looked less appealing than he actually did. Standing slightly more than six feet, he wasn't exactly small. He has blondish-brown hair which he used to wear parted back when I first met him, now he's let it grow a bit, almost reaching his shoulders, perhaps in a month or two it will. His hair is constantly unruly these days. I'd say he's going for the uhm... rugged Hanson look? I've been teasing him about looking like those freaky Hanson guys since he started letting his hair grow and as much as he implies his irritation to me, he doesn't really do much about it. Hmmm... must be a closeted fan.. hehehe.
He's not really built to be bulky like Mike is, more of thin and lean, if there is such a way to describe someone. Always with a youthful glow, an air of sensibility and radiant face, he appealed to a lot of girls.
His cheer and exuberance set in a slightly mature, responsible and affectionate light is what constitutes the beauty in this guy. If we weren't good friends, I'd have developed a crush on him years ago myself. Perhaps that's what made Jason fall for him in the first place.
"So how is he?" Rob breaks my dreamy recollection.
"What? he who?"
"Jason"
"Oh." I always forget that whenever we're alone, this topic always comes up. Rob never did get the chance of breaking up with Jason. It was Jason who broke up with him.
Jason left the poor guy hanging and as Jason apparently moved on, Rob never fell out of love for the guy. Till today he just continues spewing forth his unnoticed affection as if he's utterly addicted to the pain and suffering the guy's apathy gives him.
"I've told you to forget about him, he doesn't deserve you." I say barely above the sound of a whisper. I sigh as I give in to his pleading green eyes. "He's still fine, he's still the captain of the team, he's still the best basket player I know of, not to mention that he's still the best PLAYER I know of, and.." "he has a new girlfriend. Again." I blurt out towards the end.
His face fell a few watts of his normally luminous norm. The sudden news compounded with his cold, although not enough to totally knock out the intense brightness in him, was significantly enough to dim him down.
"Oh"
"Hey, man" I say as I put my arm around his shoulder leaning in closer to him "Don't think about the guy. He's not worthy of your love." I say giggling. "Seriously, look, he's not worth it. Put your attention elsewhere, find someone else. Lots of guys have hit on you and you just don't notice them. You're wasting away because you still can't get over the guy leaving you, what? three years ago? He's an ass, he's an idiot, and he's totally stupid for doing that to a great guy like you. What else can I say?"
Apparently all my babbling had little effect on him. No matter how hard I try I can't take away that downtrodden look plastered on his face.
We spent the next hour in total silence. I got tired of all the crap coming from him and I looked back at him. "Tell you what. I've had just about enough of your moping. You talk to him right now, today, and afterwards, either get back with him or forget about him."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, come on! Don't tell me you're scared?"
"Why would I be scared?"
"Then lets go."
"Right now?"
"That's what I said wasn't it?"
"But, I, I can't go-"
I didn't give him the chance to back out. I hauled him all the way to the empty gym and we stepped into the locker rooms. Funny how quiet these rooms can get when no one is around.
We sat there like two goofy imbeciles waiting for nothing, when the bell rang signaling the beginning of varsity practice.
"I still don't think it's-" said Rob when a sudden deluge of juniors and seniors filed into the cramped locker area. I stood up, leaving Rob on the bench while I high fived most of the guys. When Jason came in, I picked Rob up and I called out for Jason.
Jason looked at me, giving me a pat on the arm while over the commotion I said something like someone wanted a word with him.
"Sure" he answered and I pulled Rob with my other hand through the human heap of stripping males. Seeing who I had in tow immediately darkened the look on Jason's face. Boy did these two have issues. Finally pulling Rob free, I just left them there to sort out whatever they had to.
1:35 PM Thurs, Rob
Shit! Mark is sooo dead. I am going to personally murder that prick later. With my bare hands if needed so.
"It's been a while Rob."
"Of course it has"
1:35 PM Thurs, Leo
I'm bored. I've been sitting here stagnating myself for the past hour. Sigh, sometimes I envy the way Chris can just sleep though his classes so easily. Me on the other hand? try as I might, I can't seem to doze off today.
The history teacher drones on and on with half the class tuning her out. Sigh, the class just started and I'm already like this. I wonder what Chris is doing right now?
I'm seated behind Patrick in History. Hmmm... Patrick looks awake, wonder if he's up for a chat? Taking my number 2 pencil I jab Patrick's back with the blunt eraser head.
"Hey" I whisper all too loudly.
"Yeah" he replies a bit unsure of himself, pivoting his head towards me. He must still be dealing with the shocker he had in the caf.
"The guys are sleeping over at Chris' place tonight, we've been planning it for about a few weeks already but I don't think anyone's invited you yet, you game?"
"Uhm... I think I'll still have to ask permission from my Dad, but I'll try."
"Okay if you want to, I'll go along with you."
"You would?"
"Why not?"
1:35 PM Thurs, Alec
M AT SCHL RYT NOW, SLPIN OVR AT FRNDS PLACE TONITE LUV U DAD_
BLEEP
Shit.
"Miss Case?"
"Uhm... yes?" I slowly lift my head to stare into the ominous face of my physics teacher.
BLEEP
"Would you mind putting away your phone before I confiscate it? Or did you forgot yet again that phones are not allowed in my class?"
BLEEP
"AM I CLEAR WITH THAT?"
"Ah.. Yes maam."
"Bitch." I mutter. Stupid message wont send. ...
There. That nearly got me into trouble. Ryan and Rich were snickering while Chris was behind them oblivious to the happenings around him.
Assholes. I mouth at the two causing them to break up into even more laughter.
"Don't mind them Alec." Said Monica who was right beside me. "They probably have dicks the size of peanuts."
Monica's a pretty good cheerleader and we've been good friends for quite some time now. It's just too bad she doesn't share my uhm.. 'interests'. She's one hot girl who unfortunately is decidedly straight and attached to the swim team's captain Tim.
"Oh, I'm already quite sure of that." I smile back at her.
1:40 PM Thurs, Ryan
"What's with you man? You've been looking like Darth Vader since lunch."
"It's the Patrick thing."
"What about the guy?"
"I don't think he should be with the group. He's fuckin' out!"
"Well, so is Zac." Zac was the only member of the clique who was out to the school. The only one before Patrick came in.
"Zac's different. He's a senior. Everyone respects him."
"Dude, lay off the guy, he's just a kid, he needs all the help he can get."
"He's dead."
"What's with you?"
"What?" Rich came back obviously irritated.
Ryan mused it over for a while and came to a conclusion.
"In any case you commin' tonight?"
"Yeah"
1:40 PM Thurs, Mark
Watching Rob curse me with just his eyes was quite amusing. I should do this more often. I was just about to walk out when I hit dead smack into Paul's expansive chest.
"Mark!" Frank said from behind Paul. He reached out and slapped me hard on the shoulder while John who was standing beside his friends patted my back as well.
"Hey." I say in a mellow voice.
"Wassup man?" Paul finally spoke up. The massive black goaltender was quite intimidating indeed. He stood quite high, definitely over 6'5" with a strong booming voice.
"I'm fine, hey, uhm, didn't expect you guys to be here." Of the three of them only John was in the basketball team while the other two were from the soccer varsity. Since the soccer players had their own locker area outside the gym, I was pretty bemused as to why they were here with John.
"Well you see, we were in the caf a while ago and we saw you guys with that fag. What gives?"
"Are you calling me a fag?" I raise my voice. "The fuckin' girls wanted to talk with him I don't even know the fruit okay." I say trying to look really angry.
"Hey, hey... lay off you two" said Paul.
"Yeah" Frank continued, "anyway, the other guys have somethin' happenin' this afternoon, you game?"
"Uhm, sure" I said uneasily "It's just that I have to be out of there by 5 k?"
"Sure thing bro"
I backed away from the three and I sunk into the bench adjacent to my locker.
I can't believe I just did that.
To be continued/
So that's it, for now. Hehehe I know it's kinda shorter but I'll be chopping them up bit by bit like what I did at Com's Library this time around. Someone suggested to cut the stories into parts to give way to cliffhangers. Besides, this way I can send stuff out faster :). Anyway, I'm really hoping to hear from ya guys. Please drop a line to impart anything you feel about the story.
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