Young Writers Society

Over the weekend I didn’t see much of Steve as his schedule was always so hectic it was hard to get any time to spend with him. All I kept thinking of was Monday morning and that I would finally get to see him again.

With great excitement I quickly walked in the school doors and hurried along into the diner to see Steve sitting with his and my friends, he looked at me and smiled with eyes filled with bliss. I sat in the seat next to Steve, acting as if nothing momentous had happened on Friday night. As I sat making small talk with a small amount of my friends Steve slipped his hand under the table and griped my thigh delicately.

“I missed you at the weekend.” Steve whispered into my ear.

“I missed you to but don’t you think this is a bit risky doing this in front of everyone?” I whispered even lower than Steve had.

“Yeah but to be honest I don’t care.” his smile had such honesty and devotion in it every paranoid thought was released from my mind.

We spent the rest of the day together, well as much as we possibly could. We had decided at half past two we would both ask to go to the toilet at the same time, as we were both in different classes and both with very gullible teachers. I arrived at the ground floor toilet a little late, as the teacher wasn’t as gullible as once thought, without a word I was greeted with a passionate kiss. The next ten minutes were spent the same, with a few adoring looks mixed in too.

We were just about to stop and leave when a boy, John from Steve’s class, burst in the door. He had an extremely shocked look upon his face, which had a very valid reason as my lips were locked together with Steve’s and his hand was dangerously close to my crotch.

“What the hell! Are you two …. Erghh that’s disgusting!” John had a mixture of shock and disgust in his voice.

“Shut up john, its none of your damn business!” yelled Steve.

I was stunned at this sudden outburst of anger, yet ecstatic that Steve was standing up for me. Plus there wasn't any sign of shame from him at all. I kept quiet as secretly i was more than a little ashamed at that moment

“So John, you got a problem?” Steve's eyes were fixed on John.

“Eh yeah, im in a toilet with two queers! So which one of you is George Michael then?”

Without notification Steve whacked John with an almighty punch in the face. John flew back smashing his head off the strong wood door. The noise of his head hitting the door was thunderous, and attracted the attention of a passing teacher.

“What’s this then!” Mr Fulton bellowed towards us.

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The next hour was spent in Mrs O’Donnell’s office explaining what happened and more importantly why it all happened. After the initial shock of what me and Steve were doing previous to the fight the teachers explained that we would have to tell our parents as this act of “indecency” as they called it wouldn’t be tolerated. We both would be suspended for a week, two for fighting and three for what happened before.

You could say i was reluctant to tell my mum, if you ask me i was absolutely horrified to tell her. How could i, what would happen. But i was just a slave to the school and must do what they said.

The walk home from school was slow and torturous, especially as Steve was told to go straight to his own house. As i reached the door of my own house i felt a shiver of anxiety flow down my back, this was it.

“Hi mum … I got something to tell you.”

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I hope this chapter is better than the last few.