• “Passion”


    It was as if he knew what I was thinking. It was as if he had read my passion and my love for him. It hurt the most inner workings of my soul. Not the fact that he knew but the fact he could just sit there and be perfectly okay with it. Sitting at the lunch table telling a story like nothing had ever happened. If only he knew how I longed for his touch. My mind started to cluster with terrible thoughts about him. I couldn’t take it if I didn’t do something, I was going to die.

    Finally, I had had it to any and all extent I could take. I darted up from the seat I was sitting in and looked down at my stuff. Everyone at my table just looked at me. I looked over at him and he gave me a teasing smile. I grabbed my stuff and practically ran out of the noisy lunchroom. The tears flooded down my face as I ran to my next class. I was at my emotional end with him.

    By now you might be wondering who I’m talking about. His name is Anthony. He is one of my best friends, but it was one of those relationships where the more your friends with a person the more you start to feel those feelings. It didn’t help he was my type of guy: a large build, tall, black short hair, and a cute face. I flew into the classroom and threw my stuff toward my seat. I made sure there was no one in the room and started screaming. Anyone or thing I could curse was cursed. I heard someone coming, so I wiped the tears off my face. My heart started throbbing as the door opened. It was my good friend Serina.

    “Max, are you ok?” She asked.

    “No!” I exclaimed, “Why can’t I be normal? If I was normal I wouldn’t have these feelings!” Serina calmly walked over to me. I sat down on the floor before she could hug me. Serina crouched down and pushed my bangs out of my eyes.

    “Max, you can’t bottle up your emotions forever. Look at what happened to Ali because of the pain she suppressed inside.” I knew exactly what Serina was talking about. Ali was a good friend of mine and her father used to beat her. Finally, after the pressure of school, her boyfriend, and her father, she started cutting herself. It made her feel good and one day she cut a little too deep. The ambulance was too late. By the time the paramedics had gotten to the bathroom, Ali was dead in a pool of her blood. At her funeral I almost cried only because her dad didn’t care that she was dead. Just another rose dead in this world.

    “Serina, it’s not like I can go up to Anthony and fulfill my desires. If I did than that would be sexual assault, or something. I can tell he was teasing me in the lunchroom. Sometimes I just want to shoot him in the foot. Damn him! Why can’t he understand people’s feelings?” The tears ran down my face like a river. Serina got up and got some tissues. The room went dark. I looked over and it was Mr. Hemmingway. He was one of the coolest teachers in the world and could understand my feelings.

    “I’ll bring the class to the library so I don’t disturb you two. Hey Max, no matter how much of an a*****e a person can be, it’s not about the blackness of their heart, it’s the pureness that lies in there that counts.” Mr. Hemmingway shut the classroom door quietly and walked away. Serina and I stayed in the classroom for the next two periods. Thankfully Mr. Hemmingway told my last period teacher what was going on.

    Now I had to deal with afterschool activities. First, an online class, then soccer practice, and then I have to go to musical rehearsal. My days sucked for the fact I had almost no time to myself. Serina had left for the last period class, so I was alone. I got up off the cool floor and walked over to my stuff. I picked up my backpack slowly and threw it over my shoulder. Then I looked over at the time and I was going to be late for my class if I didn’t hurry.

    I ran out of the room and down the hall. The janitor told me to slow down, but if I was late the teacher would have my head. So, despite his warning, I ran faster. I was at the end of the main hallway and almost in the home stretch. Then I felt something under me. I lost my footing and fell down onto my butt. I slid about five feet and hit a wall. I was in massive pain, but before I could think about my side, I was running to the door. Again, I was almost there when I ran straight into a wall. I’m not talking about a brick wall, but a human wall. It was Anthony, looking down on me like I was his younger brother.

    “That slip was pretty amazing, are you okay?” Anthony asked. I looked up in a stern manner and gave a small sigh.

    “My side is fine, thank you, now can I keep moving?” Anthony stepped to the side and let me by. I got to the class on time and was feeling pretty good. Although I had an interaction with him, my mind was not as fluttered as I thought it would be. Until, that is, Anthony walked into the classroom. A sudden moment of panic went through my body and my left eye started to twitch.

    “Oh, you are in the Advanced Honors English?” Anthony asked as he walked over to my seat. I sat there dumbfounded, as he sat next to me.

    “Yeah, I have been in since it started this year. Why are you here?” Anthony gave me a strange look and turned toward the front for the class.

    “I could tell you, but then you would get mad,” That got me curious. I already knew that our feelings for each other were not mutual, so I could toss that right out the door. So, Mr. Hemmingway walked into the room. I was a little shocked because he isn’t the teacher of the after school Advanced Honors English. Then there was the fact that he was a Math teacher.

    “Okay class, the normal teacher for this class is out so, I will be subbing for today. Take out something to do and I will make it say that you all did your work.” I felt a shiver run up, down, and around my spine. I looked over and there he was, staring at me. Then for a brief moment I thought I saw something like a kissing motion. My heart started to race as I turned around to try and take hold of what just happened.

    “Did he just do that? Why did he do that? Why can’t I just kiss him and have it be all over?” Those were the only questions running through my head and they poisoned my mind. I sat there and thought about how much I was attracted to him and, before I knew it, the class was over. That meant soccer practice. So, I grabbed my stuff and dashed out of the room. I got about halfway down the hallway when I heard his voice. It was like a nails on a chalkboard to me.

    “Max! Wait, I need to talk to you.” I stopped dead in my tracks as those words rang inside my mind. I stood there and waited for Anthony to catch up to me.

    “What the hell do you want?!” I screamed. “I have had enough of your teasing manner. I can not stand it! If you are going to play with my emotions then just leave!” Anthony looked deep into my eyes, and there was a sudden moment of sexual tension. Finally, I could tell that Anthony had had it, and he pushed me up against the locker. He brushed his large football structured body against my timid figure. My cheeks started to get really red as Anthony brushed his hand through my golden blonde hair.

    Finally, he pushed my head closer to me and he connected his lips to mine. We kissed a couple times softly, and then he suddenly slipped his tongue into my mouth. It surprised me a little, but I went with it. The roughness of his tongue made me shiver with pleasure. Then we exchanged each others tongues for what seemed like forever. Finally, I softly kissed Anthony a couple times. I looked up at him, because he was taller than me and stared deeply into his luscious blue eyes. As I looked into his eyes I knew what I had been dreaming about for years was about to become a reality. I went onto my tip toes and kissed his cheek. He giggled and I looked at my watch.

    “s**t, I am going to be late for soccer practice! I will talk to you later Anthony!” I started to sprint down the hall. When I turned the corner, I looked down the hall. He still stood there flabbergasted at what just happened. I gave him a wave and winked. For once I was the tease, and it made me feel good inside.