In the Arms of An Angel Chapter 7
By: W.
Disclaimer: In which W. uses a disclaimer template created by the illustrious Zarah, Jason learns that seducing someone can work both ways, and in which Chaz is your basic, unsuspecting victim. (Note: I saw someone in the mall the other day that looked like my mental picture of who Chaz would look like, that it scared me.)
Wisdom for Today: There is a bit of wisdom in everything...I'm to bored to figure it out; you do it.
Thanks for all of you guys supporting me in this difficult time. Doc Paterson (my shrink) has agreed to let me continue this story. He promises not to tell...
Now...without further ado...
Chapter 7
School rocked. I was a hero! People were constantly coming up to me and asking me how it was like to be in a coma. (Some people are hopeless.) The teachers were super mega ultra nice and Callie hung around, speechless and stared at me constantly. And all this was before the first period bell rang.
As I stepped into...(fanfare please) Mr. Lankford's room, I scanned the desks automatically to see if my seat had been taken. I gulped and nearly fainted. It had. By....him.
Chaz was there, big as life and twice as beautiful chatting up Kieyla Hernandez. Kieyla looked up and caught my stare. She jumped up and ran over and hugged me.
"My God, Jason," she said in an overly dramatic (but realistic) voice, "I was so scared we...I had lost you." She kissed me dead on the lips. For a moment, I stood there rigedly as a board. Then, I thought of how this would look. Beautiful girl kissing me...push her away...equals....gay!
So I returned the kiss. As far as kisses go, it wasn't that bad. It didn't do much for me, obviously, but Mr. Lankford wasn't impressed.
"Exuse me, Mr. Porter and Ms. Hernandez, do you think that you could tear yourselves from each other long enough to sit down?" he said sarcastically. For the first time in his life, the man did something decent. We broke the kiss. Well, I did.
The class snickered. Chaz looked like he was about to bust a ball laughing. I raised a quizzical eyebrow and sat down in the seat next to hiim. It felt weird, not having my old seat. Chris sat across from me now instead of in front of me, but it was the months I lost that were making me feel uncomfortable.
As usual, Lankford managed to make an ass of himself quite often during class, often mispronouncing words which (much to my delight) Chaz would shamelessly correct, inverdantly pissing Lankford off majorly. The guy couldn't teach fish to swim if he tried.
By lunch, the news of "the kiss" had spread throughout the entire school. I avoided Kieyla as much as possible for the rest of the day. I also caught myself following Chaz out of my way. What the hell was wrong with me? This was really beginning to annoy me.
Obviously, by now, my plan for seduction was shot to hell so I had to come up with something else. I found that besides fourth period with him, I also had sixth period P.E. with him. I found out in the most interesting of ways. I was talking with Chris about my "accident". I don't exactly remember what b.s. I made up to tell him, but he bought it. We walked into the guys changing room and there, wearing only boxers...you guessed it!
Chaz was beautiful. I couldn't, hard as I tried, tear my eyes from him. His skin was a lovely mix of ivory and pink, just like a baby. His face and body was untouched by acne, his arms were toned and his chest was broad for his age. I managed to make out a small strip of hair dissappear suggestively into the waistband of his superman boxers.
Before I could soak in any more of his boyish perfection, Chaz then did something I'd never seen. He had a full body blush. I'm talking RED! He gathered up his clothes and muttered something and disappeared into one of the shower stalls and shut the curtain. There was some fumbling and he came out dressed in loose fitting gym shorts and a white tee shirt.
I could make out a slight bulge in them. Chris, I noticed, was also looking at him. "Sorry I took so long guys," he said as he exited, "it's all yours."
"S'ok," I said as Chris and I proceeded toward two of the unoccupied stalls to change into our gym clothes. After changing, I tried to find Chaz. It was a free excercise day, so finding him was pretty hard. In our gym, we have five subdivisions. One is the basketball courts, two is the weight and excercise machines, three is the pool, four is the wrestling and karate areas, and five is aerobics arena.
I finally found Chaz working out in the karate area. For someone not on the karate team, his moves were liquid and professional. He was working with a short metal pole that had six sticks jutting out. He moved his arms in triangles, circles, and other perfectly executed geomectric figures, each of them striking a rubber-padded stick. I stood transfixed at his skill and concentration. A small crowd gathered with me. After about five minutes, he kicked the pole along a small track into the wall.
Everyone started clapping, so I joined in. Pretty soon, Coach Sorenson broke everyone up (probably thought it was a fight) and saw the pole. "That's the first time since Tommy Lee graduated that anyone could beat The Pole," he said, "now, I'll have to reset the sticks."
(I later learned that the pole was a tool for karate that worked with counter weights inside. The object was to hit the sticks that were attatched to the pole in a certain order a certain number of times to cause the largest counterweight to buckle and thus releasing the pole from it's stand and giving the trainee the ability to kick it along a track.)
Everyone left after a while, but I hung around and started messing around with a punching bag. I could feel Chaz watching me. Soon, I was really into it. Dodge. Punch. Dodge, dodge, jab. I heard my mom calling me a queer and a faggot. I heard my dad coming up the stairs threatening to beat me out of it. I heard the screeching tires and the sickening thump. I felt the pain...
...The pain! My hands were bleeding! The punching bag was covered in blood!...
"Dude!" yelled someone. Someone grabbed me. I...woke up? Had I been asleep. I must have, the punching bag was now clean. I sighed and took a deep breath, relaxing in the iron grip of the one who held me. I smelt a deeply erotic aroma of cologne and sweat. I broke free and turned to see Chaz.
The twin blue seas of his eyes bored into mine. "You went postal dude," he said in a concerened voice, "are you okay?"
"I'm...fine," I muttered, suprised at how tired I suddenly felt. I was drenched in sweat. Suddenly, over the intercom, I heard, "Hit the showers and go home in fifteen."
"Guess we better go," said Chaz.
"Sure," I said. You know how before I was talking about the shower stalls we were changing in? Well, they don't work, which is why we change in them.
We shower in the back area of the boys dressing room...together. I had always been able to hide my homosexuality here for some reason. According to some thing I read on the internet, it was "reverse arousal." Definition:
if you manage to keep yourself at ease enough, maybe even joining in a conversation, you won't become aroused. I just hope that it would work with Chaz.
Wow. Showering with Chaz...what an interesting proposition.
End Chapter 7
Okay, for those out there who care, I am in rehab because my aunt and uncle were in the World Trade Center in nyc. They both work there and are not among the listed survivors. I took it hard as they are my favorite aunt and uncle and went out and got drunk. I mean really REALLY drunk. They say another beer would have killed me. Well, here's the deal. I can avoid a collegiate tribunal and expulsion, possibly even keep my scholarship pending a review after graduation from my three month program. We really haven't started in the heavy phsyco-analytical stuff yet so I'm still getting ready for that. Doc Patterson promises that there will be no couches or hypnotism involved. I haven't talked him into teaching me to hypnotize someone yet, but he'll crack soon. How useful would hypnosis be? I could...well...I think what I had in mind is illegal but anyway. See you guys in a week or two. Keep me in your thoughts. I'll accept prayers, too. I'm semi-religious so...whatever.