ALISTAIR

     My lips felt like they were set on fire as he pressed his against mine. I froze as he moved his mouth against mine. He slipped his fingers through my blonde locks, tightens by his hold as he pushed me back against a desk. I was finally spurred into action as he started to gently suck on my bottom lip, practically begging for entrance. Every fiber in my body was screaming at me to push him away, slap him across the face, do something. And I did. Opening my mouth, I felt his wet tongue slip into it. It rubbed against mine and I could help but notice something else of his was rubbing up against mine.

My cold hands trailed to the hem of his shirt, about to roam beneath it when I felt a sharp tug from the collar of my shirt, sending me flying back away from Jonathan. I looked up with fearful eyes at the teacher who stood there. It was my AP History teacher, Mr. Burnes. I gulped. I had completely forgot someone had witnessed the hot and passionate make out session me and Jonathan had just shared.

"Boys! You are both aware that in the Code of Conduct that it is prohibited to enter vacant classrooms during breaks for this exact reason?!" He looked at both of us with a hard gaze.

    I stood there in horror. This was horrible. Awful. My entire life would end if my parents found out about this... I couldn't let them know!

"It also states that I'm supposed to give you both detention after school for a week, but I know you, Mr. King. And if it was my bet, I would say Mr. Miller initiated the entirety of this thing. But that's beside the point. I know you are both obedient young men and will not be doing this again, do you hear me?"

    We both nodded, but I couldn't hold back the words I blurted next. This was practically a life and death situation.

     "Are you going to call our parents? I don't mind if you say that we were in a classroom when we shouldn't have, but can you not tell them about the... you know? Please? I would take a month of detentions if you didn't! Hełl, you can even pull me or of football!"

    Mr. Burnes smiled at me before replying, "No, I won't tell them about you two boys kissing. But, you better not be found doing any funny business with Mr. Miller," Mr. Burnes leaned in close, whispering in Alistair's ear, "But if you do want to have a nice place to do the hanky doodle, I suggest the janitor's closet. It's already got all the stuff you'll need to clean up with. Don't forget protection though!"

Alistair gasped, stepping back. He was completely confused by Mr. Burnes reaction and comment.

"Woah there! Back it up! Me and Jonathan are not in a relationship! And in the janitor's closet? Gross. But why, why are you so open to gay fags?" Mr, Burnes tilted his head at me.

"Sorry Mr. Burnes. Excuse my boyfriend, he's not out yet. And he doesn't know about your daughter," Jonathan smiled, slinging an arm around me, much to my disliking. Although I couldn't dismiss that I very much enjoyed the warmth and sense of protection it provided.

"Boyfriend? Fuc- fudge no! And your daughter? What's she got to do with anything?" I crossed my arms. I knew I was being childish and extremely rude, but in a way, I was kind of showing off. I wanted Jonathan to see I wasn't just a girly little twink he could just push and dominate around. Although, as the word dominate went through my mind, I shivered.

     "Ally! Don't be like that. It's extremely offensive," Jonathan looked down at me with a disappointed look on his face.

    Mr. Burnes let out a deep laugh. "Did you two swap bodies? Geez, you're acting so different! $$AN:Different is the 666th word, guess I'm Satan$$ Mr. King, I suggest you straighten up your attitude, and Mr. Miller... I suggest you try to be like this more..."

Jonathan laughed and nodded. I wanted to hold my glare, but it didn't last long. My face relaxed and I felt my arms fall to my sides. I shook my head and the corner of my lips curled up slightly.

    "Okay, sorry. I've bean out of it recently," I glanced down at my feet.

    "I understand. Anyway, you two best be heading out to your next period, you hear me?" We both nodded in unison, both half running to the door. At least I was. He just had really long... sexy... I MEAN NOT SEXY! legs.

     I winced at my internal battle. Whatever. I just needed to go find myself a girlfriend. Seriously. Ether that or clear my head.

"You okay?" He asked, his face a mask of concern, which really confused me. He could be so... so... sweet sometimes. It really didn't help me as I was starting to question my sexuality.

"Yeah. But you? We need to have a talk. Bathroom. Now." I guess I looked murderous as I said this because he straight out sprinted there.

I, on the other hand, took my d*mn time as I strutted there, it only being at the end of the hall. I passed the lunchroom doors and peeked in to see everything going as I had left it. Good.

When I finally reached the restroom, I closed the door behind me, clicking the lock shut. I was about to give him the lecture of his lifetime.

Jonathan stood beside the urinals, leaning against the wall. When I came into his vision, he straightened up.

"Look, I know you're p*ssed, but let me expla-" before he could even finish his sentence, my hand flew out, smacking him across his left cheek.

"You better hope your story is worth my time, you little piece of sh*t,"

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