Michael's POV

I can't believe I found someone. I mean, I probably found someone. I don't know if he wants to be in a relationship. I know he's nervous. So am I. I knew I was gay for years, but I've never been kissed or sexually active.

I feel like he's the one I can give my body too. But only when the moment is right. He dropped me off yesterday. Today, I'm getting ready for another school day. I really hope he shows up for cookery class. I need him there.

I walk towards the school building, early as always. I notice Stephen's motorcycle in the parking lot. Is he here already?

I go into the building and to my locker. I see Davis. I immediately feel guilty. I haven't seen him since the arcade incident. He looks okay.

He's also standing next to my locker. He sees me. He looks angry. I say,

"Hey, Dav- "

He snatches me up and slams me against my locker. Shocked and confused, I drop my stuff. I ask,

"What's wrong, man? "

He has my collar and he's using his strength to keep my pinned against the lockers. He says,

"You ditched me! I got beat up and tossed into a dumpster! A dumpster! "

I stutter, "I- I'm sorry. I was scared. I didn't want you to get hurt! "

Suddenly, someone grabs Davis from behind and slams him against the lockers on the other side. It's Stephen!

I've never heard so much anger in his voice,

"If you ever lay a hand on him again, I will kill you! You understand me?! "

Davis, who looks extremely terrified, nods his head vigorously and says,

"I won't touch him again! I promise! "

I say, "Stephen, let go of him! "

Stephen let's go of Davis and he takes off running. Stephen turns to me, concern in his eyes, and asks,

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? "

I fix my sweater and say, "I'm fine. Don't go all crazy on me, alright. I don't like that side of you. "

He picks up my stuff, smiles and says, "I'm sorry. I don't want anyone hurting you. "

I blush and say, "Don't worry about me. "

Stephen looks around to make sure no one is around. He looks at me, gently pulls me close, and gives me a soft kiss.

A chill runs down my spine. It feels so good. I wrap my arms around the lower half of his back. He separates the kiss. He stares into my eyes and brushes back one of my curls.

I blush. He smiles and says,

"I could look at you for hours. "

I blush again. He laughs and says,

"I love making you blush. "

I let go of him and cover my face. He laughs and kisses both of my hands. I giggle. He hands me my stuff. I turn around to open my locker. Stephen leans against the other locker. I say,

"I hope to see you in Mrs. Pam's class. "

He bites his lip and says, "For you? Anything. "

I smile. Suddenly, I hear,

"Hey! Stephen! Whatcha doing hanging out with this nerd? "

I look up and see Pete and Greg. Stephen turns and faces them. He says,

"Just talking. "

Pete smirks and asks, "What could you possibly be talking about? "

I quickly get my stuff that I need and close my locker. I try and walk away, but Greg gets in front of me. Greg says,

"I think you owe me an apology, loser. "

Stephen says, "Lay off, Greg. Let's go. "

Greg looks at him surprised and says,

"This loser sucker punches me and you want me to lay off? "

"Is there a problem here, fellas? "

I turn around and see Mr. Hodges. I say,

"No sir. We were just having a conversation. "

Mr. Hodges looks at Stephen and says,

"I don't want any bad news about you today, Stephen. "

Stephen nods and says, "We're going. "

He looks at me one last time and says,

"Let's go, guys. "

Greg glares at me, but obeys Stephen. They walk down the hall, away from me. Mr. Hodges puts his hand on my shoulder and says,

"If you ever have any problems with him, let me know. "

I nod and quickly go to my first class.

Last Class - Cookery

I walk in class expecting to see Stephen, but he's not here. Oh please don't let me down.

I sit down. Mrs. Pam's notices Stephen's absence and shakes her head.

Stephen's POV

I check my watch. I'm late for cookery class. I say,

"I'm going to class, guys. "

Greg asks, "What? Why? "

I say, "Because I want to man. Geesh. "

I start heading to Mrs. Pam's class. Michael is probably going to be upset that I was late.

I think I should take him out on a date. Maybe... I don't know...

I open Mrs. Pam's door and walk in. She sees me and says,

"Late again, Mr. James. "

Michael looks back and sees me. He looks upset. I say,

"Sorry Mrs. Pam. I lost track of time. "

I take my seat next to Michael. I look over at him. He's taking notes. Mrs. Pam says,

"Tomorrow we will be practicing the skills we learned. "

She looks at me and says, "Michael is going to have to tutor you. "

I shrug my shoulders. I still have to pretend I don't care. Ryan, the guy who yelled the first racial slur, says out loud, in a horrible southern accent,

"Michael gonna teach us to make homemade cornbread and greens! "

I yell, "That's it! "

I spring up before Mrs. Pam is able to get on to him. I quickly get over to him and grab his collar roughly. I raise my fist to punch him, but just as I was about to, Michael yells,

"Stephen stop! "

Ryan has so much fear in his eyes. He should. The whole class is quiet.

I lower my fist and let go of him. I turn around and sit back down. Mrs. Pam says,

"Well..let's get back to the lesson. "

Bell Rings

Michael gets up and quickly leaves the classroom. I hurry after him. He leaves the school building and starts walking home.

I run up to him and grab his arm to turn him around. I ask,

"What's going on, Michael? "

He pulls me around the building, out of sight, and kisses me so passionately. I push him against the wall. He drops his books and runs his hands through my hair.

I finally separate the kissing and say,

"Wow! "

I laugh from shock and ask,

"What..um..what was that for? "

He blushes, picks up his books and says,

"It's too embarrassing and I don't think you're ready for that answer. "

I smirk and poke his side. He laughs. I say,

"Come on. You can tell me. "

He bites his lip and shakes his head. He says,

"Maybe later. "

"Promise? "

He laughs and nods. "Promise. "

I nod and ask, "Wanna ride home? "

He shakes his head and says, "I'll just walk. Plus, you have an image to uphold, bad boy. "

I laugh and say, "I know you know what I am, but... I just can't handle the entire town knowing. "

He nods and says, "I understand. "

I smile and say, "See you later. "

He nods and starts walking away. I watch him walk. He has a sexy ass. I bite my lip then walk back to the parking lot.

I take my helmet off the handle bars and put it on my head. I start up my engine and head home.

When I arrive, I see Greg at my front door. I park my motorcycle in the driveway and take my helmet off. I get off the bike and walk towards Greg. I say,

"You know my old man doesn't like you. Why didn't you go around the house like you usually do? "

My old man really dislikes Greg. He almost fought Greg but I got in the way. I don't know why he doesn't like him. I don't ask. I could easily get beaten for that.

Greg ignores what I said and asks,

"Stephen...are...are you gay? "

This question strikes me by surprise. Why would he ask that? Did he see something? I ask,

"What? Um...why? "

Greg says, "Shit...I knew it. "

I say, "I never said yes. "

Greg shakes his head and says, "You didn't have too. "

He walks away in a hurry. I decide not to go after him, doing that may make me look guilty of his accusation.

I wish I was like Michael. He doesn't seem to have a problem with people knowing, yet he stills respects my decision of privacy.