CHRISTIAN GAY

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Adam's POV:
I walked briskly out of the school clinic and hurried to the classroom upstairs. Maybe it was out of anxiety, I couldn't say precisely, but I felt a rush that made me a bit hyperactive as I took each step.

I was brought to a sudden halt when I bumped on Reuben at the entrance to the classroom. Reuben was slightly taller than me, so I had to raise my head a bit to see his face. My chest rasped against his and I recoiled immediately. He looked at me and I told my face off him. I thought he wanted to say something and I was so eager to hear it until he grazed his shoulder against mine as he passed by without saying a word.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I bit my lip in frustration. I sighed and put up a calm composure. I walked calmly to my seat at the third row and laid my head on my desk, with my hands on my laps. I wanted to think but I didn't know what to think about. Everything just seemed to be happening too quickly and there was no warning whatsoever. Since I couldn't gather my thoughts, all I wanted to do was yell. But, that would make me crazy if I do it in class. I was in a constraint.

I felt a touch on my shoulder and the thought of it being from Reuben made me feel nervous. I didn't want it to be him and I also wanted it to be so.

I felt the touch again and I looked up. It was Evelyn.

"Hey, what's up with you?"

I raised my head and rested my back on my chair.

"Nothing much. You?", I didn't want to create any form of suspicion. I tried to keep my cool as much as possible.

"Are you sure?", She narrowed her eyes and she looked curious.

"Come on. There's nothing much, really. I'm okay.", I never knew I was so good at masking my mental and emotional troubles. I smiled to back up my response.

"What's up with you anyway? You look different."

She raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "There you go again."

I looked around as if I was trying to find something. "Where?"

"You've started again. Just stop it."

"What?"

"How do I look different? Didn't we see each other yesterday?"

"We did."

"Then how am I different? What change could have happened overnight?"

"You must be a mind reader."

"How?"

"That was the same question I was about to ask. What change could have happened overnight, Evelyn? Tell me your secret."

She couldn't help but laugh with the way I spoke and how I was throwing glances at her body.

"Funny you. Anyways, how are things going with you?"

"Just like I said: nothing much. Things are just the way they've always been."

We talked about home and our relationships with our parents. The conversation made me see the differences in how our parents and how their perceptions towards certain things. The major influence or reason about how my parents do things and condone or condemn some things is due to their Christian beliefs. But for Evelyn's parents, it's a bit different. Her parents believe she can start dating when she clocks 18. Her parents met each other in their secondary school days. Quite a rare one. My parents had to 'bind-and-cast' before my Dad approached my Mum! Besides, they didn't really have a dating phase.

From the way my Dad said it, it was like:
I prayed to God and I saw your Mum in a revelation. I wasn't after her on any other woman before then. But God saw it was time and answered my prayer. I approached your Mum and told her what God showed me. She prayed about it and she confirmed the vision. We went to meet our Church pastor and that was how we made progress into courtship.

When I told Evelyn, she laughed.

"Your parents are really the oldies, aren't they?"

"Can't blame them, can we? But, it's still good as it is though. I think even as unromantic that may look, as far as I've known, that God-foundation seemed to have kept them together for so long."

"Now, you're sounding like a pastor. You are the son of your father, indeed.", She nodded her head as she teased me.

"No, no, no. I'm not. Don't even go there.", I've never wanted to be a pastor. I just want to lead a normal life. I'll be Christian but not a pastor. It felt better that way.

"Well, God has to be God anyway."

"What do you mean by that?", I asked.

"About your parents. You know when you allow God on something, He tends to make you not regret it and at the end, it's worth it."

That struck me. I kept mute for a little while as I nod in agreement.

"What's that? Don't make me feel weird. You are not taking what I said so serious, are you?"

"You sounded like a 'Mummy G.O.' and I wanted to flow with the Spirit.", I tried to lessen the tension too.

"Don't get me started, Man of God."

We continued talking and I enjoyed every bit of the conversation but that statement wouldn't leave my head. I drifted into thoughts before the conversation ended. Maybe I have something to do about this. Maybe something could be done. Is change possible? But I've never heard of something like that! Maybe I'm imagining things. Can God really do this?

Evelyn tapped me. "What are you thinking?"

She drew closer to me and she faced me squarely. I rolled my eyes to the side as I've never been so close to a girl that way before. I could smell her cologne as she moved close to me. It was so soothing to my nostrils. I almost sniffed but I sneezed instead.

But she didn't budge. "Are you okay, Adam? You seem lost all of a sudden."

I nodded and mumbled something like "I'm okay."

She moved back a bit but she was still close enough.

"It's better you speak up and don't just keep things to yourself, acting like a strong head." She poked me on the head, playfully. She really knows how to switch the mood.

I feigned being hurt as she poked my head and went after her to give her another poke on the head. She dodged my hand and jumped off her chair. I ran after her as she took to her heels. I called after her, and she booed along.

She stopped at the door and that was when I saw our teacher at the entrance. The whole class stood in unison to greet him and we hurried back to our seats.

I guess it's time I came back! I miss being here. Finna' done with exams and I guess I have some time to spare now.
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