New In Town (boyxboy) (student/teacher)

Four The Win

~JD~JD~JD~

   I woke with a groan, hating Sundays. Why did they have to exist? They always come too swiftly after Saturday night drinking and pass too quickly, bringing the most hated day: Monday. I need coffee. I rolled out of bed, surprised to find me in my clothes the day before. I walked into my kitchen, eyes barely open. Why can't I just go back to bed? I started the coffee before making my way into the shower, enjoying the short five minutes of hot water that I gave myself before jumping out again. I wrapped a towel around myself, using another to shake through my hair. I dropped the second one altogether when I heard a gasp from inside the kitchen when I walked inside. My eyes flew open to find Dristan, fixing two cups of coffee. He looked away from me and blindly handed me my cup. "This should make you feel better. I bet you've got a headache."

"How much did I drink? Cause I don't particularly remember you yesterday." I tried my best to ignore the pain that shot across his face.

"A lot from what I could tell." I tried to remember yesterday, but it was still bleary. After a minute I remembered seeing him at the diner. The game of 20 Questions. The Jack Daniels bottles that I always have hidden. Finally, I remembered the kiss and his words. 'I know how I feel, but I can't know about you until you're sober. Talk to me tomorrow.' Could he have feelings for me? No. He's 16! I can't be considering this. But I am. I'm already keeping what happened a secret; why not keep what's happening a secret? Would Dristan be able to keep it a secret? Who am I kidding? When he walked in my damned classroom that first day, the day after that magnificent night, he's the one that stayed calm while I stood there, frozen. I know I have feelings for him. If I hadn't before, I definitely realized when I heard him asking Austin Monroe on a date. Heaven knows Austin didn't deserve the detention I gave him the day after that. I had just been so mad. Jealousy is an ugly thing, especially to someone in power. But I had no reason to be jealous. I was the one who told him that we couldn't be anything more. Although I hated the stinging feeling when he agreed so readily, but we both had a point. My job and life was on the line. Maybe I should think about this thoroughly, but I can see the pain already etched so roughly in his face.

"Oh. I remember now." I said, simply, despite the amount of time that had passed when I was wrapped in my thoughts.

"How much do you remember?" He asked, pushing himself up onto the counter. I couldn't help but notice the muscles rippling across his bare chest.

"Everything, I guess. Up until I went to bed, unless I got back up." I scrunched my face up, trying to recall, until I heard his hearty laugh.

"No, you stayed in bed. Until this morning. Fixing coffee and.. your shower." He said, unconsciously letting his gaze wander down from my face. I followed his eyes only to realize I was still in a towel.

"Maybe I should get dressed. I'm going to meet my sister at about one. I can bring you home then?" I pleaded with him to agree, wanting to spend that time between now and then with him. He obviously realized that reasoning as he nodded quickly, a smile on his face. I smiled back, making my way to my room, getting dressed quickly. I smirked in the mirror when I realized I had somehow managed to grab my best outfit.

   It was quite possibly one of the best days of my life, so far. Dristan and I talked for hours, just having fun. My face hurt from smiling so much, I don't know what it is about Dristan that brought me so far out of my shell, but I knew it was just about to fade, because, once again, I was sitting outside his apartment building, Dristan asked if he'd see me again, outside of school; I gave him a wide grin as a reply. He had been inside for a full two minutes and yet I was still sitting here. I had the same problem last time I dropped him off. The battle inside my head to go knock on his door; kiss him senseless. This time I know he's the only one here, so that's one less argument I have against myself. I'm not sure which one of us won, me or me, but I finally rushed out the driver's side door and ran up the front stairs, ringing the bell to the 'Merck' apartment. "Yes?" His soft voice came through the intercom.