To all my readers, thank you for all your emails. I never expected that many. You're working wonders on my ego! ;-) I love it! Keep 'em coming. -Ryan
Out of breath, we arrived at the lab. Zack reached for the door knob, but I pulled his arm away. "Hold on a sec," I heaved. "Let's catch our breath first." He nodded in agreement, then looked down at my hand which was still planted on his perfectly toned bicep. He shot me a smile and leaned in to plant a tender, sweet, and all-too-short kiss on my lips.
Zack turned around and opened the door to the Biology lab. I stumbled in behind him. All conversation stopped and Mr. Collins gave up one of those accusatory, sort of disappointed looks. "Sorry Mr. Collins," Zack began. "We were at soccer practice and neither of us have a watch." I nodded as I pulled my sleeve down to cover the time piece on my arm. "Guess we just lost track of time."
"OK guys, grab a seat somewhere." Looking the room over, I saw that the tables were all full except the two in the back, so that's where I headed, followed by my new love interest. As we passed Mr. Collins, he extended both of his hands with a stack of papers for each of us. There were 2 seats at each table and since we were supposed to be in groups, we could sit together without being suspected.
I stated looking over the handout that Mr. Collins had just given us when I felt a hand crawling up my thigh. I looked at Zack as if to say, what the hell are you doing? He read my face and responded with that same devilish grin. The look I was giving him grew more stern and his smile faded to a frown as he pulled his hand away.
I went back to looking at the handout, and half listening to what Mr. Collins was blabbing about this year's change in regulations. Then Zack got the brilliant idea to tickle me on my side, which by the way, is by far the most ticklish part of my body. It tickled so much and took my by such surprise that I let out a shriek and a really loud laugh.
Everyone in the class turned and gawked at me. Instantly, I turned a bright tomato-red.
"Do you find something funny about display dimensions, Mr. Murphy?"
"Ummm... sorry Mr. Collins, " the words stumbled out, "it just reminded me of an inside joke I have with a friend of mine." DOH!! That was the stupidest excuse I had ever come up with. My embarrassment was now doubled!
"Uh-huh..." he replied patronizingly. "Well listen, if it's OK with you, I'd like to continue this. Do ya mind?" I shook my head 'no' as the blood began to drain from my face. Mr. Collins was pretty cool. We all knew he rarely gave a detention. He had always said that any problem we have can be solved right here in my class. It was for that reason that we all respected him.
Zack giggled and I shot him a really bitter glance. He tried to look me in the eye and stop laughing, but he could only stop long enough to whisper, "Aaron, I'm so sorry," then he broke into the giggles again. I eased up and giggled a little too. He grabbed my hand with one of his, and with the other, he rubbed it, all the while giggling uncontrollably.
He was so cute when he laughed. His face revealed dimples and his smile was so bright and brilliant. I was helpless; I fell in love with him right at that moment.
Zack broke the lock that he had on my hand and tore a piece of paper out of his notebook. He took a pen from behind his ear and started to write. After he was done, he slipped the note in front of me. It read:
HERE'S MY NUMBER
555-8928.
CAN I HAVE YOURS?
I smiled, took out my pen and wrote:
555-7221. CALL ME LATER.
He read the note and nodded.
I went home after the meeting and headed straight for my room, answering all the usual question on my way: How was school? Did you have a good day? Got a lotta homework? When I got to my room I laid on my bed and engaged myself in deep thought. It all happened so quickly, I need to sort things out in my head.
I was still in amazement over finding out that Zack was gay too. I would never have guessed. Now that I was thinking about it, the pieces fit. He never talked about girls like all the straight guys do. He didn't try to act overly masculine either, like a lot of straight guys who think they have to prove themselves to the world. Of course, none of these things made it obvious, but it just clicked in my head.
I also started to wonder how he knew I was gay. It wasn't obvious in me either. Only a very few people knew it, and they were a few friends. Friends that I was sure that I could trust. There was the fact that he caught me peeping in the shower, but that didn't say much. Maybe he was right. Maybe some people can just tell. Gaydar. Who knew?
Part 3 is written and will be published really soon. Keep them emails comin'. I'm open to all suggestions, but this is based on a true story, and I'm not going to deviate very much from what actually happened. I've added a few extra details, but as far as the plot goes, it's all true.
Recklissmind@aol.com. Now ya got it. Use it! -Ryan