What is Love (BoyxBoy)

Roses and Wine

I drove to school with Jasmine and Mykia. Mykia talked about how loud I was snoring, but Jasmine said she didn't hear anything. I was ignoring them the whole way to school, the only thing on my mind was Mr. Baldwin holding hands with Zach. Why would he hold hands with him? Maybe Mr. Baldwin did like guys.

That sent a wave of happiness through me, but it passed quickly when I remembered that I'm only seventeen and he's an adult, it would never happen. All he'll ever see me as is a student and nothing else.

Maybe going to an LGBT meeting would be nice. I never been to one and I would like to see how many supporters would be there, plus Jasmine, Frank, Aaron, and Diana would be there so it shouldn't be a bad experience.

I pulled into my parking space, a space that was far from all the other cars. The assholes of my school nicknamed that area 'Fags 'R Us' that bothered me a little but I learned to shrug things like that off.

Jasmine and Mykia got out and I followed them. There was something I wanted to ask because I needed to know.

"Do they treat you the same as they treat me?" I asked, not looking at her.

She knew who I was talking too because she hesitated before answering me. "Most of the time... No one has ever tried to fight me, but the name calling, the taunting and teasing does happen." Jasmine said.

That made me upset. I barely care that they do it to me, but Jasmine... that was a whole different story.

"Mind if I ask what they call you?" Mykia asked.

Why, would you ask that? It doesn't matter what they call her, it shouldn't happen in the first place!

"Well, for one they call me a slut because I supposedly jump from different guys and girls, which isn't true, I'm still a virgin. They also say 'carpet muncher' and 'home depot' and all that other crap." I felt bad for her, she didn't deserve that, none of us did.

We all kept quiet as we walked into school. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I put my earphones in and turned the volume all the way up, I didn't feel like dealing with all that stupid bullying crap. I went through my playlist and decided to listen to Sleeping with Sirens. I blasted the song Let's Cheers To This, one of my favorite songs by them.

I walked into class and noticed that we had a sub today. Her name was Mrs. Wells, but everyone calls her Mrs. Gorilla-Tits. I don't call her that because she's really nice to me, and she was really old, I think she is in her 60's. You could see the gray hair laced with her black hair.

"Good Morning, darling. How are you today?" She asked me, smiling.

"I'm good, Mrs. Wells. It's just been kinda rough for me lately." I said honestly. She was a person I could talk too, she supports me.

"I heard what happened to you." She said and reached underneath the desk. She pulled out a bouquet of roses. "I got this for you, sweetie."

I wanted to tear up, she was really nice to me for no reason. "Oh, Mrs. Wells, they're beautiful. I can't accept them." I said.

"But they're for you, please take them, for me." she said, still smiling.

In a way she was like my grandmother, and I can't say no to grandma. I took them with a smile and I mouthed thank you. I took a seat and pulled it next to her. She gave me the worksheet that we had to do today. I worked on it while she told me stories about when she was a teenager growing up in the late 50's early 60's.

The bell rung and I gathered my stuff, and the roses. I hugged Mrs. Wells and said bye to her while I walked to Mr. Baldwin's class. I smelled the roses as I walked into the class.

"Mr. Smith, you shouldn't have." Mr. Baldwin said, faking a surprise expression.

I was totally confused on what he was talking about. He pointed to the flowers and I was still confused.

"Aren't those for me? For being such a good teacher?" He asked.

"I... uh." I didn't know what to say.

"Those aren't for me?" He asked, looking a little upset.

"Um, they were a gift for what happened to me the other day." I said, and his face sunk.

"I'm sorry... This is what happens when I try to joke with you kids." He said, and my heart felt as if it was being cut ten different times.

"It's okay." I said, and tried to change the subject as quick as possible. "I have the research homework from last night, do you want it now?" I asked, sounding like a total dork.

"We're gonna go over it during class, but I am going to give the credit to whoever did the assignment." He smiled at me, and I nodded.

I went to my seat in the back and waited for the class to start. Jordan came in and didn't look at me or Mr. Baldwin, I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't hold it back.

The class started and Mr. Baldwin started with his speech. "Witches who lived during the witch trails feared to practice at all. They didn't want to practice outside, or inside. Witches aren't really considered evil, but they are considered helpers of the earth. Christians at the time feared people who had the power like God deemed those people Satanist, which is completely different from Wicca. During that time in Salem innocent people were burned and hung because Christians thought they practiced the Craft. In Salem-" I started to drift off because I was melting at the sound of his sexy voice. His voice reminded me of the red wine my mom lets me drink on holidays and special occasions, the wine that tasted so heavenly and delightful. I wonder if that's what his lips tastes like.

I know I shouldn't be thinking of my teacher like that, but I couldn't help it. I started to think about my dream I had of him and how I wanted to be wrapped in his arms and feel his lips trail down my neck all the down to my-you know what.

Thank God that this class only lasted forty more minutes. I mentally sighed to myself as I slumped into my seat. I need to get it through my thick head, he's never gonna go for me! I mean, he called me a kid, he thinks nothing more of me than a student.