A Schoolboy’s Secrets – Day Four: A Deep Punishment

Dear Diary,
Lying in bed last night was rather interesting. Seems the House Leader (never got his name, damn…) is more than people think. I’d never quite had it like that before, I couldn’t help but rolling those memories over in my mind. Although I couldn’t do it too much or I’d never get to sleep without going hard!

At least in my mind I had my next target lined up. Dan Ryan, Daniel Taylor Ryan, nicknamed “Pretty Boy” by those he’s well known by. I’ve only heard the name spoken, never really seen him in the light. He must be a sponge for gossip then. So this guy has been leaking stuff about me; should I thank him for letting me have my…encounter with the House Leader? Or should I punish him for being a snitch? We’ll see tomorrow when I get to see what he’s like.

The hammering rain woke me the next day, a downpour, no sports today then. There goes my eye candy for Psychology… As I was up early, for once, I made an early start in finding out about this Dan bloke. By breakfast, I’d managed to stir up basically what subjects he did, and very little else. As I sat down at the table in my usual place, one of my “Just Friends” gave me the run-down
“Dan Ryan? Yeah I know him” when I asked Phil. “Not the brightest bulb in the box, he’s in the lower sets, probably why you haven’t been seeing him much. He’s also a bit of a show-off, likes his gossip I’d say, probably why he snitched on you”
“Could you point him out?” I asked
“Yeah he’s…”
“Subtly this time, I don’t want last Tuesday all over again”
“Erm… you see the mantelpiece?” he asked. I looked in the wall mirror in front of us
“Yep”
“He’s the one underneath the old picture of the school” When a boy turned to look at the mirror, Phil removed his glasses and cleaned them hastily with his shirt. “That one there” When he looked back, I distracted myself from my cereal to see who I was up against.
“You’re joking, right?”
“I thought you’d react like that, and no. He’s the one who snitched on you” and with that he shovelled in his bacon. In the reflection, what I saw was a complete contrast to my friend on my right. I couldn’t think of a more fitting word than beautiful, he really was immaculate to every detail. Thick brunette hair, dazzlingly blue eyes, slim face, toned, soft brown tan, just some of the details that made my knees shiver. He even made me feel like a slob. It was only when he glanced over towards the mirror that I realised that my tongue was outside my mouth. I shiftily went back to my cereal.
“Hey, Phil.