School these days

Note: This is also a true story but it is way before Jeremy’s time, but it’s a story I thought I would share!

When I was a freshman was when I really started questioning my sexuality. I started looking at boys in a different way. Noticing their nice abs and how the muscles in their legs flexed when they walked and their perfect tans. I was on the cross country team and had lost a ton of weight and was developing a really nice six pack and I had brown hair and green eyes. I started to run for everything, stress, emotions, thinking, and even for fun.

There was always one boy that I paid particular attention too. His name was Aimes and I always had him in my sight. It was odd to me, there were plenty other guys that were so much more attractive, but he always stuck out. He was around 5’11 and I was 6’0. He had jet black hair that always had the perfect wave in it and he had crystal blue eyes. He had the perfect tan and greatest legs. He wasn’t ripped but had a well toned six pack and nice arm muscles.

Aimes was always a dick. Not to me but to everyone. He was so obsessed with being accepted that he would do anything. He was a chameleon and nobody knew who he was.

It was a little into the school year when I started really looking at him. We had no classes together but it seemed like I saw him everywhere! In the bathroom, in the hallway, in the lunch room, in the office. EVERYWHERE! At one point it was getting ridiculous.

I was in the hallway one day and I was putting books in my locker when Aimes came up to the locker next to me and opened it and began to put his stuff in. “Hey fag” he said, like he knew me. “I am your new locker buddy, I switched with bow legged Trina over there”. “Awesome” I replied and walked away, pissed that he talked to me like that and shy that the god I worshipped was right next to me.

As I stormed to the library I couldn’t help but have a half angry smile upon my face. As I went in the door I found the table in the farthest corner and pulled out my laptop and started typing notes for my next class. I looked up and there was a half hour left of lunch. Awesome.

I was typing in a really comfortable position, leaning back in my chair, when next thing I knew I was in the air and then on the floor. Fuck. I looked up to see Aimes snickering. He had kicked the back leg of the chair from behind. I got back up put my computer on the table, brushed my jeans off and then calmly said, “Thanks buddy” and sat down continuing my notes. Was it just me or was this douche following me and deliberately trying to make me murder him?

It was long after that that he was sitting across from me at the table.