Family Paries and Aftermath

Note: This is not the Jeremy or Aimes story. This is before Jeremy and after Aimes. I will continue other stories later..

I had built up quite a reputation at my school. The boy prone to injuries who use to be “Best friends” With Aimes Jefferson. The one who kept to himself and did not put up with other peoples shit. People began to try to talk to me, to notice me.

School had just ended for November Thanksgiving break. I had already been flooded with text messages to hang out, go places, eat and go out of town with others families. I ignored them, I would not acknowledge anyone until I knew why I was so popular all of a sudden.

The first day into the vacation there was a party. A family party. My aunt was hosting a fundraiser for her church. My family and her family along with family friends of ours and there’s were there. There was a boy there, a boy to say the least. He was tall and tan. His hair was shaved and he was wearing nice black pants and a black shirt. He had on these suspenders that pulled his shirt back showing the outline of a beautiful chest.

I kept noticing him, not because he was hot, but because he kept looking at me. A contributing factor was also that he had been at other parties and I wasn’t related to him. He would serve wine at the bar, obviously to young to be doing so. He would make his rounds at the party, busting a move every now and then on the dance floor.

The funny thing was, it looked like he was doing all this for me to notice him. I did what I do best and ignored him.

The break had ended and the first day back to school was like any other. I went to class and did what I had to do. Random people came up to me talking and I didn’t pay attention. I was gazing out the window in fourth period when I almost stopped breathing. Walking across the way was him, the boy from the party!

I thought he didn’t go to this school, he seemed like a private school kid from down the road. He walked past the window and I had to follow.

I excused myself from the classroom and followed him. He seemed not to have notice me and kept going. He went into the bathroom and after a minute I went in too. He was in the stall the farthest to the wall. I took the stall next to it. I didn’t know what I was doing and why I was there.

I began to hear grunting. He was mumbling something.