Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 2.)

     "So, today is just your basic getting to know everyone day. As all of your classes have been." He gave a nice little half smile that gave me chills. Wow. That was easy to get lost thinking about.

     What? Give me a break. Come on. I explained the acceptance rate before in this town. I won't actually make a move... I might try to be the teachers pet and all... No harm in that, right?

     "So, here is the basic papers, syllabus and contact in formation. You'll need to bring it back by at least the end of the week." He held a stack of multicolored papers, handing them out to everyone. There was only a small number of kids in the class... Maybe eighteen? Probably about that. I didn't really care though... I'm only hoping that he isn't a horrible teacher, because that just isn't hot... It'd probably ruin my respect for him... Only a little...

     I took my time examining him as he explained the papers. I watched the way his lips moved... They looked slightly damaged, a little chapped, too. He must bite his lips a lot... I also noticed how he was constantly licking his lips. It seemed that he did it after every other sentence. Once... Twice... Three times... Poor thing.

     Before I knew it, a small practice quiz was placed in front of me and he spoke.

     "This is just for me to see where you are in your understanding of math. I know you just came back from summer and everything is all in one ear and out the other, but this will help me figure out how I should teacher the class. And who I need to help individually. You may begin."

     Oh, great! Now he can see the failure of my understanding of all forms of math. I glanced at the sheet, then at him and frowned... Well, I'll give it my best. Can't hurt, right?

     About ten minutes to the bell, I finished and brought it up to him. "Done." My voice was soft when I spoke to him, giving a little half-smile.

     "Thank you." He said plainly.

     I walked back to my desk, placing all the papers in my bag and sitting down... Hopefully he wouldn't think I belong back in geometry... I cannot take another year of that bullshit...

     The rest of the class time was spent mostly with me looking around the room. Was it a requirement to have cheesy 'motivational' posters in every class room? You think they'd get rid of them after Elementary school...

     Finally the bell rang, although I was somewhat disappointed class wasn't longer... As I headed out, I trailed behind everyone and let my hand run over his desk a bit, hoping to possibly get his attention.

     So, maybe I'd try to flirt a little. It's not like it's the end of the world!

     A.P. US history? Kill me now please... Why did I even sign up for this shit? Oh, yeah, college. Because I have two years until I graduate and hopefully get into a good school on some scholarship.

     And after what seemed like three hours, the bell rang... I got up excitedly, nearly shouting 'Thank GOD' when I did so. I practically ran out of the classroom.

     Swerving and maneuvering around groups of people in the crowded halls, I did my best to pay attention to where I was going... But with this many people, I got frustrated. I began moving faster, giving up on looking at my surroundings... Not a smart idea.

     I bumped into someone a bit and they nearly dropped their papers. I quickly turned, "Shit, sorry.." And then I saw who it was. Oh fuck. "Sorry, Mister Peterson..." I mumbled.

     He sighed, adjusting his stack of papers. "Ah, don't worry about it, kid." He kept walking.

     What, you didn't expect some eye-locking-staring-in-love shit, did you?

     Of course I was a little upset when he called me kid... But, be honest, what teenager likes being called kid? . . . That's what I thought.

     I decided to pay attention now, looking and getting to my art class SAFELY.

     More papers, list of supplies and a paper to verify the parents knew this class costed money. Forty dollars to be exact... Damn.

     After around an hour, the bell rung. I didn't notice until the teacher asked me to leave. The room was already empty when I looked around, shit... I got up and rubbed my eyes a bit, "Sorry." I started walking out towards the front of the school, embarrassed that I spaced out that bad.

     Reaching home, I kicked off my vans and dropped onto the couch, finding the remote and starting up the TV. A good thing about having parents that work a lot is being home alone for a while. Time to myself. My favorite thing... I got back up to go into the kitchen, rummaging through the pantry in search of something delicious. "Ah, there they are!" I grinned as I stood on my toes, grabbing the large, family sized bag of wasabi flavored Funyuns. "Score!" I pulled back and looked for something sweet to match, grabbing a sleeve of girl scout caramel deLites. The best kind, by the way.

     I took my place on the couch again, turning on Netflix and starting up a movie. Paranorman to be exact. But I couldn't focus too much...

     All I could imagine were his sweetly damaged lips... The way he licked them after he spoke..."Mister Peterson." I said out loud to myself, smirking as the name dripped perfectly off my lips... But his... His lips...

I wonder how they taste...