Young, Gay, Love

Chapter 43: The Lion and the Lamb Pt. I

Here I am laying in my bed still thinking about how my life turned into what it has become.

Questionable?

Absolutely.

I am so scared what my results are going to come back as. That's the last thing I need right now, is to find out I got the HIV from a pig.

My eyes closed because I was so exhausted, and it came flooding back; like jumping into the deep end of a pool. I was trying to find my way to the surface, but I can't...

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He was walking towards me with his head hung low. I couldn't help, but notice how hurt he looked. We made eye contact and for that brief instant I was immediately dazzled by his eyes. They were almost like golden spheres that blazed into my soul.

I kept walking, because I was already late for my class and had to book it.

"HEY." My professor shouted at me.

"What is the difference between the CORE qualities of a micro and macro business?" He questioned.

"I-I-I don't know honestly. One is smaller and one is bigger?" I stuttered.

"Close." He said shortly. He continued his lesson while eye balling me.

My mind couldn't focus, because I was so caught up in his eyes.

Who is he?

Is he gay?

He is really pretty, I thought to myself. I wish I could help him...

Throughout the whole class period I kept thinking about possible scenarios of how we would meet again. Maybe he'll ask me out? Maybe he will take me out some time...

"Sam, can I speak to you?" The professor said directly to my face. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't realize class ended and he was standing directly in front of me.

"Yes sir." I said quietly and stood up.

He took me out into the hallway and down to his office.

"Please have a seat." He said as he shut the door.

"I noticed you are failing my class."

My gut dropped.

"Failing?" I mustered out of my gaping mouth.

"You missed all the assignments you were supposed to turn in over the past week." He blatantly stated.

"Missed?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Haven't you looked at the syllabus? It says that you will be responsible for your own work."

"But isn't it your responsibility as my teacher to make us aware of our assignments?" I was grasping at straws.

"No. In the syllabus it says that I am trying to prepare you for the real world and the real world never gives you hand-me-outs. You need to work for your success and that means being one step ahead of everyone else."

His words were searing through my head. Why did I sign up for this fucking class?

Oh, that's right because I am an AP student.

"Well, because I'm feeling generous I'm offering you a one-time deal that you can't tell anyone else about."

Great he wants a blow job and I'll pass. Sorry bud but I ain't a slut, even though he was hot for an old guy.

"If you turn all your missing work in by midnight tonight I will give you %50. That means you will still be able to get an A by the end of the year, if you keep getting A's til the end of this semester."