The Merry Dramas of Gay Men.

Chapter Five

Matt's P.O.V.

I woke up in the morning and my first thoughts were about the mess that had happened last night.

Damn, I'm desirable.

I went through my usual morning routine; got dressed, brushed my teeth, and combed the little hair I had (because I always got one of those god- for- saken buzz cuts every two weeks). Before I left, I noticed that Andy was still asleep. To avoid an awkward confrontation with him, I decided to let him sleep. It wasn't my problem if he was late for work.

I left and drove to school. When I got there, it was eight o'clock, about half an hour until class. Usually I just talked to Andy, but he wasn't there. I looked over to the container of pens, pencils, and highlighters on my desk. I selected three different highlighters; blue, yellow, and pink. On a sticky note, I began to draw horizontal stripes with the highlighters.

Blue, yellow, pink. Blue, yellow, pink.

When I was done drawing stripes, the clock read 8:30. I quickly put the drawing in a drawer in my desk, along with several other striped sticky notes.

A few students walked in. Among them were Kate and Katie. Whenever I saw Katie and Kate walking in the halls with their friend Jenna, it was like I turned straight for a minute.

The bell rang, and all of the students were in their desks. Sighing, I stood up. As I was leaving my desk, I heard a crash coming from Andy's room.

"Stay here," I told my students. Quickly, I walked to the room next to mine, Andy's. He was on the floor in the doorway of his classroom. He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes.

Oh shit.

He stood up and stumbled backwards. After he caught his balance, he just stared at me for a few moments.

He was as drunk as a skunk.

"You.." he glared at me. "YOU!" he shouted. "You bastard!" he slurred.

He turned to his students.

"I don't even care about these old sons of bitches!" he said, holding up a history book.

The book fell from his hand, and he blacked out.