Chapter 2: The First Attraction
Not only was he in my class, he was being engraved in my heart; or though I thought. "Hey Ryan, I guess we have French 1 together." A boy next me stated as he shifted into his seat, then put his backpack next to him. His seat fully blocked the guy sitting two seats away. "I hear our teacher is smoking hot, that she is very beautiful" he added as he awaited for me to reply.
"Umm, hi how do you know my name?" I asked with confusion ringing in my voice.
"Ryan? Its me Cameron" he paused as my head tilted in confusion again. "Oh It might be the glasses, many people remember me after I take them off" He continued while taking off his sunglasses.
"Oh MY GOSH!!!! You have changed so much in the last summer!!!! How Have you been?!! Why didn't you hang out with me in the summer" I asked awaiting a reply.
"Ryan, I have so much to tell you. We will have to hang out today after school or something. You will not believe what happened. Oh, do you have a cell phone? Can you text?" he replied with his voice squeeking in pitch and then trying to clear his voice.
"You going through puberty or what?" I said while trying to keep myself from laughing. "And yeah man I'd love to hang out and catch up, and who doesnt have a cell phone in highschool? I'll give you my number one second, let me get out a peice of paper so we don't get the phones taken away already" I continued on as I held my laughter in.
"Dude I am sorry I am not middle eastern, being born with the sasquach gene that generates a beard in minutes!" He said while laughing at me and trying to keep a straight face.
I could not keep my laughter in any longer, I bursted up laughing very loud, I was so glad that the teacher was not in the class already. Then I took out a piece of paper and a pen to write my number down. "here ya go Cameron, don't loose it like you did with your homework, or was it that the dog ate it, I dont remember but it never fazed the teacher thats all I remeber, you were at the office almost every day for not doing your homework" I said with sarcasm in my voice as it generated into a laughter fest between us. The whole class began to look at us as if we were on drugs or something, so we stopped, and it was just in time because the teacher was just opening the door to walk in.
"Good morning class, please settle down and open to page 1 of your books, oh and you can call me Mrs. Dreamer." As the class begin to chatter, I raise my hand awaiting to be called on.
"Yes, what is your name, and what is your question?" Mrs. Dreamer looked at me as she put her right hand on her waist and the other holding the other fixing her hair.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle Ryan. Je me demandais si il est possible que je peux m'asseoir près du tableau blanc?" I replied in french with the pernounciation my mother taught me and that i learned when i was young.
"WOW! Very impressive Ryan, I did not know you spoke french..." She spoke in amazement. "Class? Settle down please. Did anyone know that Ryan can speak french? Isn't that great?" she continued.
"Merci, je me réjouis de élargir mon vocabulaire." I reply without hesitation. I love to make a good impression and looks like I did.
After I replied the class betgan to open thir books to the page we were going to work on and we began the lesson. After class ended I noticed that the guy that was sitting two seats over was sitting alone during our 'break time'. As I began to walk closer to introduce myself he began to speak french to me, and i noticed that he began to smile. so I returned the joke and spoke french in reply.
"You are a funny guy Ryan, I'm Michael", Honsetly it would not do him justice to say anything less than his eyes were mezmorizing, I felt as if I was watching an angel infront of me, light olive skin, beautiful hair, and had an hourglass figure.
I paused as I looked into his eyes being sucked into a vortex, I shook it off and replied "I guess I am, how do you know french? Lets walk and talk, I have to eat something, I'm starving."
He Began to stand up as I watched in awe in my mind racing about why am I looking at him like this? What is this feeling? "Ok, I was about to go get something to eat too, I am way too skinny" he spoke with a pause at the end, but before I could reply he continued "Why are you staring at me so much? You are not gay are you?"
"Was I staring? Sorry, I space out alot thinking about things especially after french class, why do you ask if I am gay? Do I look like it or something?" I apologized then returned a rapid fire in my voice with questions.
"no, no, You don't I didn't mean it like that but I guess I am just used to guys only talking to me because they are interested in me sexually or something, but before you even say a word, I am not gay either, just stating that I sometimes get hit on by guys" he answered with a harsh apologetic voice that sounded like music to my ears.
Sadly he was not gay, I did not persue him, I found my attraction to him more of a sexual attraction than anything else. So I ignored it and soon enough it passed and me and michael became bestest of buddies. We hung out alot, and did sleepovers or 'Video Game Overloads' as he called it to keep the word 'sleepover' as a girls thing. But durig the last 5 weeks of freshman year Michael began talking about how much he cared for this person and how much he could not live without them and he would never mention a name even when I asked him. He said that he was not ready to tell me because its someone that I know and they are not ready to let the world know about their love just yet. So I never knew about anything that was going on except that the next two weeks were going to be hell because his parents are thinking of moving away and he did not want to move away and he did not in anyway want to leave his life behind now that he has finally found a friend that he can call a 'brother'.
As another week passes and school began to end I met this guy at a club I was had joined at school, he was very open about his sexuaiy and I began to persue him. We never did anything, just talked and cuddled, we had to keep US a secret until I was ready to tell people. As we got closer to the end of the school year, wth only 3 days left of the school year I felt I had to tell Michael that I lied about my orientation and that I was confused and didnt want to loose a new friend and I was not ready to tell anyone.
On the last day of freshman year, me and Michael promised eachother to meet at the tennis court to talk. All this time he had never missed a meeting with me to hang out or talk or anything. But today, OF ALL DAYS, he did not show, his cell was off, and his home phone was disconnected.I began to worry that his parents took him out of school on the last day and left to move away without saying goodbye.
As the days grew longer and I began to search for a way or someone to explain what the hell happened, I finally got the courage to go to his house. When I got to his house, there was a for rent sign, and on the back of it there was a note that said "To Ryan".
I opened the note and it had 4 numbers written inside. I automatically knew exactly what they were. 6061, Those numbers when read on a mirror would read 1606 or atleast thats what he was trying to convey to me. Those numbers were in code in our little hidden message system. Those numbers were his school locker combo. Glad that I had choir practice the next day, I took advantage of the chance and went early to see what is in the locker.
As I began Walking up to the school I hear the marching band playing their songs. "Michael would of grabbed me to go take a look if he was still here" I thought to myself.
After passig the cafteria door I went into the main building which lead to the choir room after passing Michael's locker. Many things started to fill my mind about what was inside the locker and what the locker signified? But the one thing that skipped my mind was exactly what I was about to find inside his locker.
