The bell rang shrilly in the near distance. I swore angrily, tucked my books under my arm and broke into a sprint. Looking down at my watch I swore again. I'd been caught day dreaming once again as I walked to school and was still nearly a mile away. To make matters worse my first class today was English, and the teacher Mrs.Lenax wasn't one of my biggest fans. A few minutes later I skidded to a halt outside the classroom and tumbled into the room. A few people sniggered as I bent over panting, trying to gasp out an excuse for my tardiness between breaths. Mrs.Lenax quelled the classes amusement with a glare then turned to me "Late again, Mr Mcgrathy. And to what improbable series of events do you blame this latest delay to my class?" I took a deep breath and stood up straight, at over a foot and a half taller then Mrs.Lenax and she still managed to intimidate me until I felt like a wriggling pile of slugs. "Sorry ma'am, I was taking it slow because of my injured ankle and didn't realise I was so short on time" hastily I made a show of putting as little weight as possible on my right ankle and adopted a wince as I took a step backwards. The class laughed and the corners of Mrs.Lenaxs' mouth twitched in amusement "Oh very well, I can hardly put you in detention after such an admirable effort to make up lost time, even though you suffered terrible pain after such a run on your injured ankle" she remarked dryly, then directed me to my usualy seat towards the back of the class. I let out a relived sigh and headed towards my desk, careful to limp slightly as I did so.
As I walked down the isle a couple of my class mates threw me a quick wink or gave me five as discreetly as possible. I neared my desk and my best mate Cyntiusz gave me a quick grin. As it had every day since the day I met him, my heart seemed to skip a beat as he smiled at me. I tried to ignore it as I grinned back and tossed him a wink, ruffling his hair as I stepped behind his chair and sat down in mine. He leaned to his right and whispered out the corner of his mouth "You cut that one abit close Jase, noticing pretty shapes in the clouds again as u dawdled to school huh? Your lucky you can pull off that puppy-dog-eyes trick even when your panting like a dog, it's the only reason she didn't stick you in detention" he chuckled slightly as he sat up straight again, I tried to think of a biting come-back but was distracted as Mrs.Lenax cast a look in our direction, her 30 years of teaching lending her some sense that we were misbehaving. I quickly pulled out my books and sat up listening to her intently.
I suppose instead of boring you with Mrs.Lenaxs' English lesson I should give you a bit of background info before we continue with the story. My names Jason Mcgrathy, though no body calls me that unless I've been a bad boy, which isn't too regular. Everyone calls me Jase, I'm 16 and in year 10 at Saint Joseph's College on the Gold Coast Australia. I'm just under 6 foot 3, have short blonde hair streaked with light brown, dark brown eyebrows and long black eyelashes that look unusual with my blonde hair and green/grey eyes, a decent tann from spending so much time swimming and playing sports, strong jaw, rather thin pink/red lips and a thin straight nose with abit of a bump in the middle, evidence of a minor break from a hokey ball to the face. Broad shoulders narrowed down to a slim yet well defined chest, slim waist, firm flat stomach with a decent 6-pack, leanly muscled arms and long runners legs. The over all effect meant that I was above-average handsome, have a good attitude friendly nature and tend to get along with most people. I'm a fairly normal 16 year old guy in most ways. I love my sports, usualy win every swimming comp I join and do fairly well in most other events, hang out with my mates whenever I can, and oh yea, did I mention I was in love with my best friend?
Cyntiusz (pronounced Sin-ti-us) Valarious, or Cyn as I call him, the cutest boy I'd ever met. He moved to Australia from Poland when he was 13, and joined our school at the same time. I guess that means I've known him for 3 years and roughly 2 weeks and a day. He's been my best friend for roughly 3 years 2 weeks and 3 quarters of a day, and I've been in love with him for 3 years 2 weeks and a day. He's 5 foot 6 with soft blonde hair with a slight silver tint, just long enough to reach his eyes and thicker at the back. Lightly tanned perfect skin with thin light brown eyebrown, waxed to a slightly exotic angle, long eye lashes slightly enhanced by a light amount of mascara, eyes the colour of ice with a tint of grey/blue, fine slightly upturned nose and full lips over perfect small white teeth. A slim neck shoulders and chest and flat stomach, small fine hands and a fit body. He was without doubt the most gorgeous guy around, and openly gay.
Now I can probably guess what your thinking about now. He's openly gay, and also happens to be single, and I love him. So I guess your thinking..DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT DUDE! Yes well I can't realy explain why after 3 years I haven't. Until the moment I met him I would have vowed I was straight as a ruler. And when I was just getting to know him, the feelings I felt left me extremely confused. I think for the first few weeks after we met he must have thought I had an eating disorder or something 'cause being around him generaly left me with a feeling like I had lead weights in my stomach and I could rarely bring myself to eat near him for the better part of a month. Anyway after trying to convince myself for nearly half a year that my attraction to him was understandable, after all for a guy he was as stunning as they came. But obviously the feelings did not go away, and after a time I just convinced myself that I had no chance with him, and even if I did, his friendship meant more to me then anything else in the world, and I didn't want to risk it. After all he might say "no", or we could get together and then break up and our friendship would be lost. So here I was 3 years 2 weeks and a day later, still his best friend, and while I wished for more, I was very happy and fairly content with things the way they were.
SMACK! The sound of Mrs.Lenaxs' ruler slamming down on her desk brought me rudely out of my thoughts. "If you would kindly answer the question Mr Mcgrathy?" question?QUESTION!? shit! I looked around wildly wondering what she had just asked me prior to the ruler-snapping. As I opened my mouth to ask her to repeat the question(a sure death-sentence)I noticed Cyn scribbling a word on the corner of his note pad. I blurted "Shakespeare!" She frowned at me, then her eyes flickered towards Cyn. He stared back at her innocently. "Yes you are correct, Shakespeare was the Author of that particular quote, and that will be your homework this evening. In 500 words or more describe exactly what Shakespeare meant by it, and the reason that particular quote did not gain much fame, as meaningful as it is. Class dismissed." With a collective groan over the homework and a great scraping of chairs the entire class got to their feet and made their way towards the door. For the second time today I sighed gratefuly."You know I can't always save your ass Jase, you might want to consider paying attention in English from time to time" I rolled my eyes as I slipped my books in my bag and swung it over my shoulder, "Yea yea, you and I both know that anything involving my ass, you'll happily do!" Cyn blushed furiously and I laughed loudly and caught him in a headlock, ruffling his hair once again. Cyn laughed and yelled at the same time, then cursed in Polish. "And what exactly did you just call me!?" He switched back to English "I said your zipper is open!" I quickly let him go and looked down...no it wasn't. Now it was my turn to blush as he ran off ahead laughing tauntingly back at me, I ground my teeth, furious at myself for being taken by such a stupid trick, and sprinted after him vowing I'd throttle his cute little neck when I caught him.
Well hope you enjoy the first chapter of my story. I apoligise for any(and I'll go out on a limb here and guess there will be alot) bad punctuation. English always has been my worst subject ^_^ . If you have any nice mail you'd like to send me my email adress is jason_mcgrathy@hotmail.com and if you have any not nice mail you'd like to send...don't! :D Hopefuly will be a new chapter soon wether this one is very popular or not, as I enjoy writing it anyway.