How to Survive Your 19th Life [BL]

Chapter 6: The First

I didn't see Emiel for a few weeks. I couldn't find another excuse to hang out at Jason's apartment, and even when I did happen to ask, it seemed Emiel's obligations with class and the OC kept him away from home a lot. I even dared to show up unexpected under the guise of returning the coat. Jason took it at the front door of the building and we went our separate ways.

Shiva didn't seem to suspect anything with me. He also didn't ask about the list of gay campus guys, thankfully.

Then, near the end of my freshman year, I started seeing Emiel at the library. A quick check into the library's meeting room schedule, and I discovered the Outings Club had their club meetings there, twice a week on Tuesdays and Fridays at noon. Emiel seemed to hang out at the library ahead of time to study. So that's when I started showing up.

I didn't like to think that I was stalking him, but maybe I was a bit. I mean, I didn't follow him after his club meetings to see where he was going, or start digging for information. Mostly, I wanted to work up the nerve to ask him about what happened in the forest. I wanted to see if I offended him with the shove. I wanted to see what he expected, touching me like that.

I thought about it more than a sane person would. Before returning the coat, I masturbated to the smell of it about a dozen times, with thoughts of that night. Of course I washed it thoroughly before returning it. The memory of Emiel's hands on me drove me wild. Even a stray thought of him during the day would harden me until I could barely think. I was so frustrated by it, and terrified.

At the library, I noticed he had a favorite table. It was in the back by the stacks, right next to the window. I started off sitting in the furthest table away from him, but from where I could still see him. Then slowly, over the course of a few weeks, I sat one table closer.

He never seemed to notice me. Emiel was studious, always so focused on studying or homework. He was either reading, highlighting, or writing something up on his laptop. A couple of times, I would see him doze off. I liked that about him, consistent devotion to his studies. Despite the eclectic way he dressed, he came to college to do the work.

On the last Friday of my freshman year, when most people were working on packing up to move back home over the summer, I arrived at the library early and sat right at Emiel's favorite table.

I did it. I worked up the nerve to confront him in this offhanded way. I should have just gone up to him to say something, but this was the best I could do. I mapped everything out in my head about how this situation would go down. I needed to do this fast also. My parents would be coming down to load my belongings in my dad's SUV in a few hours, and I barely packed.

Today, Emiel didn't show up. I waited during the usual time, which was all the way until his club's meeting time would usually happen. I then remember, no classes. The meeting room was still reserved for today for the OC, so he probably just went straight there and I missed him somehow. The library was pretty empty today, with just me and a couple of its staff members.

I got up and walked over to the hallway that led down to the conference rooms. The OC's meeting room was always the one at the very end of the hall to the left, right by what we called the "creepy bathrooms." Each door had a glass window where you could see into the room. Today the meeting rooms were all dark, and the lights of the hallway were dimmed. It was like a horror movie. I could hear noises from the OC's room so I crept down there. If anyone came, I would just say that I was going to use the bathroom.

I came up to the OC's meeting room and flattened myself to the wall next to the door. Slowly, I moved to peep through the window.

My eyes widened.

The room was empty except for two people. They were hunched over the desks with their pants around their ankles, grunting. The person on top was Emiel. He had his shirt pulled up so that his full stomach could be seen, rolling into each hard thrust. His face was coated with sweat and his eyes were closed. Pleasured moans escaped him. The person on the bottom, getting their whole body wrecked, was my only friend on campus. Shiva.

My face felt burning hot. A mixture of emotions swarmed me. Without even thinking, I took my phone out and snapped a photo.

The flash was on. Emiel and Shiva stopped their fucking and looked right at the door. I bolted from the hallway. The warm early summer air greeted me outside as I ran all the way to my dorm where my father and mother were angrily waiting for me outside. I ran right past them, up to my dorm, where I buried my face in my pillow and yelled.

I then sent the photo to Shiva's girlfriend.