I sighed and chewed the tip of my pencil as I stared at the math question in front of me. Today, the universe decided to be merciful by letting clouds fill the sky and ease the heat.
A plate, that had popsicle sticks on it, rested at the center of the rectangular table and a cold breeze blew in our direction from the open windows across from us. Louis and I were seated in the library as we studied together.
It was peaceful, with only the light scratching sounds of our pencils, as we scribbled down numbers, to be heard.
My mind was busy. Not only with calculations but with thoughts of Andre as well. We didn't have a proper conversation after our talk in the kitchen and I couldn't blame him. After everything that I had said, he was obviously angry at me.
Being around him was awkward and we barely talked this entire week. I tried to convince myself that it was for the best, but the ache in my chest was becoming hard to ignore. I want
"Andre," Mr. Davison called as he approached me. I looked up at him. A frown was set in his features as he walked towards me with heavy steps. "Yes, sir?" "You've made many mistakes in this file," he said, his tone filled with disapproval as he handed a black file to me. "Most of them have to do with spellings." I took the file and began to skim through it. "I wouldn't make such a petty mistake, sir," I said in confusion, not seeing the mistakes that he was talking about. He sighed and took me to a particular page. "This page and the others after it are horribly done. Firstly, this is not the case that I told you to research on. Secondly, you got the names and spellings wrong." My eyes widened in surprise as I noticed what he was talking about and I internally scolded myself for letting my mind wander off during work. "I'm sorry. I'll start working on it right away." "Please do so. Your work is always good. What ha
We stared at each other for a while and I pulled my hand away from him. Was he serious? Did I hear him right? The room was quiet as we kept eye contact. I knew that Mrs. Young was already in her room and I was glad that it was far from ours. It almost seemed like we were alone in the house and I smiled at this wonderful turn of events. I didn't expect him to admit it so straightforwardly. He looked nervous but didn't look away. I had so many thoughts in my head but I focused on the beautiful young man in front of me. "I like you too, Henry," I said honestly and watched as his eyes lit up with relief. He stood up from the bed and asked, "Can we start over?" "You're not going to back down again, are you?" "I don't know. I'm filled with so many confusing feelings right now." "Then what do you want from me?" He stared at me for a while. "I want to be yours, Andre." I leaned in and softly pressed my lips against his. Henry held my arms as he returned the kiss and we departed, only
I pressed the start button and watched as my clothes rolled around in the washing machine. It was a warm Saturday morning and despite my mom's protests, I didn't want her help. She always insisted on doing my laundry for me but I told her that I wanted to start doing it myself. Maybe she didn't trust me and thought that I'd make a mistake. That woman treated me like a child. To be honest, I didn't mind her doing it but ever since Andre and I officially got together, we spent so much time with each other that I felt like his scent got on me. Call me paranoid but I didn't want her to notice it. I liked being with Andre and for the first time in my life, I felt close with someone outside my friend group. Louis said that whether we lasted or not was up to us and I wanted us to last. Even if it was just for the period of him being here. My parents would obviously be against our relationship that's why I was doing all that I could to av
"So I followed her and asked if she'd like to go out sometime and she said yes!" Ryan explained excitedly. "You really hit the jackpot on this one, dude. I'm impressed," Louis commented with a chuckle and Ryan nodded enthusiastically. "I know, right? I was worried that she might reject me." I laughed. "Aren't there more important things to worry about though?" "You don't understand love, Henry. I've been eyeing her since last month," he argued. "And rejection, especially from someone you like, is damn scary." "Okay, okay. Go crazy, bro." I looked at Louis. "How are things with Wendy?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm over it." My eyes went wide. "Why? You were doing well and now you're done?" "Liking someone fades sometimes." "Breaking hearts left and right like the dick that you are," Ryan complained with a light shake of his head. "I wonder why the girls always go for you." "It's because I
I curled my toes into the warm sand as I looked around discreetly. Andre and I were waiting for his friends to arrive and I was a little relieved since my heart was anything but ready. I briefly glanced at Andre. He's eyes were on his phone as he probably texted them. Wasn't he nervous? He was going to introduce me to a friend that didn't even know his sexuality yet he looked so calm. He looked at me and I flinched before dropping my gaze. "You're nervous?" He asked with a teasing smile. "I'm not." "Then should we look for them?" I shook my head. "I prefer to keep waiting." "Really? What if they take too long?" "It's not like they'll get lost." He offered me his hand and I looked up at him. "What do you want?" "I want you to hold my hand." I blushed. "That's okay." "Come on," he said as he wiggled his fingers and I hesitantly accepted it. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" "No."
I stared at the two pairs of underwear in front of me. One was a soft aquamarine with thin straps connecting the sides and the other was a black one with a bow on the front and a completely lacey back. Currently, I was torn between these two excellent choices. I was home alone today and out of boredom, I began to organize my wardrobe. I wanted my top five favourite panties to be in my underwear drawer so, that I could find them without having to hunt for them. That led me to the current situation. I didn't know which one would be my final pair. I hummed in thought. Which one would Andre like more? A small smile spread on my lips and I grabbed my phone before texting, "Hi, are you busy?" A reply came after two minutes. "Not really," it read. "Missed me already?" I rolled my eyes and put my phone down. Grabbing the aquamarine pair, I undressed and put them on. I stood in front of the mirror and took a picture. I then changed
I hummed as I leaned back into my chair. I was finally done with the research that I was assigned with and it took me four days to get it done. I hoped that Mr. Davison wouldn't mind although it was his fault because he chose such a complicated topic. I was a bit disappointed in myself regardless. I felt like as a lawyer, I should get my work done quickly. I was confident that my report was well informed, but I didn't think that it would take me this long. "Don't beat yourself up too much," Flynn said as he smiled at me and I looked at him. Today, he was seated across from me unlike his usual spot much further down the long desk. I didn't mind it though. We came here for work and as long as he didn't say or do anything stupid, he could sit in front of me as much as he liked. "Yeah, but I'll be faster next time," I answered. "You've probably produced quality work though." "Quality over a short period of
I hummed in satisfaction as I pulled away from the kiss and Andre nuzzled his face against my neck. I chuckled. "What's up with you?" "What do you mean?" "You're so forceful today." "Did it make you angry?" I turned and faced him. "It didn't." "Then, can I ask why you were ignoring me?" My smile faltered and I nervously looked to the side. After my whole session in my room, I've been a little ashamed to face him. I have never jacked off over anyone so, I felt kind of nasty. I didn't know what he would think if he found out that I had such thoughts about him. This was all Flynn's fault! He should've kept his mouth shut. Andre probably wouldn't mind it but he might think that I want to sleep with him. I did want to sleep with him but saying it was so embarrassing. I didn't want him to think that I was a very horny teenager who jacked off to him earlier today. "I just... I didn't want to talk
THE DAY AT THE BEACH; The sun was high in the sky as we enjoyed the heat and relaxed on this perfect summer day. Ryan was practically gawking at every girl who walked in front of us that I couldn't help but tease him about it. "Your virgin aura is showing," I said with a laugh and Ryan glared at me. "I'm just looking," he defended."Your eyes are doing more than that." He looked at Henry and chuckled. "Check him out." Leaning back into the sand, I glanced at Henry and caught him staring at a girl. He rarely showed interest in strangers so, watching him be that captivated was surprising. Henry has been acting strange since we arrived but I was glad that someone caught his eye. "Are you interested?" I asked and Henry flinched before looking at me. "Interested in what?" He asked."The girl in a white bikini. You've been eyeing her for a while." "Oh? Are you crushing on her?" Ryan asked with a mischievous smirk. "You should talk to her." He shook his head. "That's not it." "Reall
T/w; Trauma story ahead. Read with caution. The living room was silent as dad and I watched the large TV screen that had a movie playing in low volume. I nervously fidgeted with my hands as I tried to ignore the suffocating atmosphere that clearly filled the room. Dad didn't say anything but I could see that he was genuinely enjoying the movie. I looked into the hall and my shoulders slumped in defeat when I saw that the kitchen door was still closed. Those guys had no plans on letting me in anytime soon, did they? My father cleared his throat loudly and I looked at him. "Yes?" "Are you that anxious to see what they are doing?" He asked with a soft smile and I did my best to relax. "Uhm, yeah." He nodded thoughtfully. "I wanted to ask if you had an idea." "I just came back." "From work?" I shook my head. "From meeting my friends." "I see." "I went alone since I was having a t
"Where the heck are you?" I asked Louis over the phone while I looked around. We had agreed to hang out today and I had just arrived so, I was waiting for him. I would have followed him to the movie theater but the possibility of bumping into Ryan held me back. As much as I would love to talk to him, I was so high in my bubble of happiness that I wanted to stay away from anything that threatened to pop it. "I'm almost there. Just wait a little longer," he answered through pants. "Okay. I'm standing outside the arcade. Bring me a smoothie on your way here." "What? I'm already close to the arcade, dude." "There are plenty of shops behind you, right?" "Well, if a certain person chose to wait closer to the theater, I might've brought something for him." "Okay. We'll get something when you arrive." "Sure." He hang up and I put my phone into my pocket. I sighed. Ryan would usually get me these things without having to ask me. It was like he always knew what I was in the mood of. I
I kept my gaze on the ground as I thought of possible outcomes and reactions. Andre and I had just got out of the bus and the walk home was torturous. I kept my pace slow and Andre matched mine so that he wouldn't leave me behind. Saying that I was terrified was an understatement. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding against my ribs. I talked to my mother yesterday to inform her of our arrival and she barely said a word. I didn't know what to expect. My father was obviously furious since I left without communicating but it was with reason. I couldn't risk jeopardizing my own plans if I said something. I heaved a heavy sigh and lifted my gaze to the house a few minutes away. It was now or never. I couldn't reach this far only to back out. "Calm down," Andre said with a gentle smile as we walked into the front porch. "I am calm," I retorted and he chuckled softly. "If you grip the straps of your bag any tighter, your knuckles will turn white." I loosened my grip. "Are
"Do you really have to leave?" I asked as I watched Andre pull on a black t-shirt."It's a group assignment so, I need to do it with them.""But I'll be so bored without you.""It's better than you waiting for me in the library with nothing to do.""What if I want to explore your school?""There's no problem in that but I won't have time to show you around.""This is boyfriend neglect."He chuckled and leaned down to give me a kiss. "I actually have your best interests at heart. My friends here aren't like Flynn and Maryanne. They'll be all over you.""But it'll be awkward.""It won't. I would actually love it if you got closer to my family.""I don't think that I can do that by myself.""You don't have a reason to be afraid of my parents though.""I don't but anybody would be nervous in front of their boyfriend's parents." I sat up when he got his bag from the top of the table. "Can't
I sat anxiously in the dining room as Darren stared at me. It was time for dinner and Andre and I joined them on the table. I never even considered having dinner with Andre's family and it was nerve wrecking.Everybody seemed relaxed as the began to fill their plates then there was Darren, who kept his eyes on me while making no attempt to get any food.Seeing that, like me, he was the only one who didn't know who I was. Everyone behaved familiar with me and he might have been feeling as left out as I did when Andre first joined us.I waved at him and he dropped his gaze to his plate, making me feel even more awkward."Does your brother hate me?" I whispered to Andre and he laughed."No. He's just curious.""I see." I looked at my plate and saw that he had put food on it. "Thanks.""No problem. You're okay with carrots, right?""I love them," I mumbled as I got a piece and put it in my mouth.He chuckled. "
"Okay, we'll see you later, man," Carlo, my classmate, said as we all stood up from the table that we were seated on and began to gather our things.Three classmates and I came for a group study at a cafe near school. My mind was way too distracted to study in solitude these past few days so, I invited my friends for this three hour afternoon session."Sure," I answered. "Don't forget to go through the documents that were released today.""No, problem," Susan answered."Should we meet again tomorrow?" Carlo asked.I shook my head. "Nope. I'll be busy.""You should say something when you're free.""I will. Anyway, it was nice meeting you guys.""It's been a while since we met like this." Thomas added on."Well, school's opening in less than two months so we have to put ourselves together.""I still haven't done my holiday assignment but I'll probably get it done before we enter next month."
I sighed as I put my phone aside. After Flynn gave me Andre's address, I've been trying to come up with an effective action plan.Flynn was right. What would I go there to do? Most importantly, how would I leave with my parents around? They obviously wouldn't let me and Mom would just get more upset if I disappeared.But I needed to see him and tell him something. Anything. I was scared that he would get angry with me and push me away, but did he really need to leave? Maybe this was a sign. We weren't meant to be and forgetting about him would probably be better.I groaned. I couldn't do that."How could you leave after changing my mindset, you piece of shit?" I muttered under my breath.I was currently seated in the locker room while I contemplated on all these things. It was my break and I didn't want to go out so, I came here to think in silence.From the money that I currently had, I didn't think that it was enough fo
I stared blankly at the ceiling as a frustrated sigh left my mouth. It felt like I was waiting for centuries and I was curious to know what they were talking about. I was currently laying on my bed as I let my thoughts wander. For every second that passed, my impatience grew even more. Why couldn't things be easier for us? Why did he let me leave? All these loops had my head spinning. My door suddenly swung open and I sat up quickly in hopes of it being Andre. Seeing my mother enter the room, I tensed up. "Where is Andre?" I asked and the look on her face made the knot in my stomach tighten even more. She was angry, I could see it clearly, but she also looked disappointed. As though I had crushed all of her hopes and dreams for me. "Honey," she began sternly, "I don't think that you and Andre should see each other anymore. I understand that your father and I haven't been the best of parents but this isn't