This piece is only part of the intended chapter one for "Complication", part two in my "High School Hell" series/universe.
Won't you enjoy?
Ed: My brother probably thought something was wrong in my head. Then again, Al was as intelligent as I was, so he probably knew exactly what was going on. I had spent all of my Saturday with Roy, warm and secure in his arms and in his bed, loving him and being loved in return. It amazed me to know that I could still feel the euphoria of love from an act I'd long-ago dismissed as animalistic. Then again, I was pretty sure it had a lot to do with how he treated me. Russ had always half-way treated me like the whore he'd never known I'd ever been, and I supposed that it was my fault for choosing a boyfriend too much like the clients I had taken in the past. But Roy... so far, he treated me like a treasure and I wasn't quite used to that. He'd spent all day with me Saturday and we had taken turn showing each other how much it all meant to us. On Sunday, my detour from reality had come to an end when I went back home to spend the day with Al. There was a large pile of homework that had demanded my attention after being abandoned for my new lover on Saturday, so I'd spent a few hours out in the yard and laying beneath the big shade tree with my brother as I completed assignment after assignment. Then I'd cuddled on the couch with my brother and read a book while he watched a movie, sneaking peeks at the film periodically as Al had chattered happily. I was certain that my brother had noticed that I had been moodier than usual, and he had to notice certain changes in my posture. I'd spend a few hours on Cloud Nine before sliding into a state of depression for about an hour, and I had spent the entire weekend flickering between the two. I knew that many times, Al had watched me with curiosity dancing in his golden eyes. On Monday morning, I endured the usual strip-search and cavity check once more and pondered just what sort of doctor's note it would require to bring this awkward routine of examinations to an end. The very fact that I'd even had that thought startled me. For months, I'd endured them wordlessly, just counting them as an added punishment for my sins –of which, believe me, there were many. But there had been something about the way that Roy had touched me... it made me almost physically ill to have another's hands on the places that he had caressed so lovingly. I slipped into the empty hallway quietly. After a brief stop at my locker to put away most of my books, I walked to class, a slight limp hindering my progress a bit. A smile plucked at the corners of my mouth as I recalled the very active role my very sexy sensei had played in my limp. Little sheerings of pain were almost pleasurable as I recalled why they were there and whose tender touch had made it happen. My smile fell a bit as I remembered the strain this would place on our relationship as teacher and student as well as our relationship as lovers. Teachers and students were only supposed to have that first kind of relationship, not the second. If we were found out, Roy could lose his job. So we couldn't let anyone even guess that our relationship had changed. We would both have to pretend nothing had changed. I would have to go back to my pitiful adoring puppy impersonation that I had learned to half-suppress during the months I'd been his student. And, well, pray we could find someway to take advantage of his prep period, but that was neither here nor there. I paused in front of the door to his classroom and sighed. Steeling myself once more, I knocked and waited for our established routine to begin. When he answered the door, I handed him the pass, murmuring an apology all the while. His eyes turned tender for a moment before his emotionless mask slid back in place before anyone else could notice. I could have imagined the whole thing: no trace of it remained on his face. His fingers casually grazed my shoulder blade as he directed me to take my seat. At the touch, warmth and awareness tingled through me and the world seemed a little brighter for a moment as I took my seat. The lecture began in full-force as my mind drifted off into a fantasy land created by our stolen moments and touches. I was curious about our situation and his take on things. All the while, I watched him, musing about how he looked in front of the class, how he commanded attention from all of his students with an easy confidence, how he walked with and uncommon beauty and grace, how he talked on the topics he was passionate about with his hands moving animatedly and betraying his excitement while his expression remained stoic and calm. A smile pulled at my lips when I realized he knew that I was watching him, that he could feel my eyes on him, and that it seemed to fluster him a bit. Forcing him to pause briefly to recollect his thoughts. Being as I was hormonal, a series of dirty thoughts passed through my mind, amusing me and giving me all sorts of naughty little ideas to use to tease my sensei –most of which would land me in deep, boiling water if I even really thought about acting on them in a classroom full of other students. He paced past my desk and a note landed on my desk among the papers and books. Covertly, I slipped the note into my lap. As I unfolded it, the noise seemed so loud to my ears that it should have echoed in the room. I was pretty sure it was just that student sense that kept me from getting caught with embarrassing notes. But I was almost scared of what the note, itself, could contain. Was he having second thoughts? Did he reconsider getting into a relationship with a student? Did he think everything was a mistake? It was silly how much fear that one little piece of paper could instill in me. I took a deep breath and opened the note.
I know that it is such a cruel place to leave things, but this is supposed to be little more than a tease.