Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 5.)

     Conner was gone and mad at me now because he didn't realize I wanted some company. He just kept playing on his damn phone! I just wanted to eat and talk to my friends...

     I got out if lunch after the bell rang, tossing my tray and left overs away. I headed to Mr. Peterson's class... I wonder if he remembers I ran into him yesterday... I was rather embarrassed that I did it.

     I took my seat and pulled out the signed papers for his class. I looked up at him and gave him a little smile. Of course he wasn't looking back at me. He seemed to be busy with a math text book... Boring. I pouted.

     I decided to start with some light conversation and walked over to him, "Uh, Mister Peterson?"

     He pushed his glasses up and looked up at me, "Yes?" His finger marked the place he left off in his book.

     "Well, I haven't always been the best at math, so I was wondering if you plan on offering any after school tutoring sometimes in the year?" I was a little nervous asking that, considering I honestly wanted to know.

     Mr. Peterson looked around as students took their seats, giving me an off shrug and going back to his book.

     I was a little put down and started heading back. He spoke up. "Hey, kid. I most likely will, but the dates for when I will are tbd." He stated.

     Tbd? Oh... To be determined. I gave him a nod and sat down, pulling my notebook and a sharpie out, labeling it Algebra-2. I put the sharpie back in my pencil box and waited for class to finally start.

     He stood up in front of the class and cleared his throat, getting the attention of the class. I sat up straight and kept my eyes on him. I wanted to make more observations about him, but since he was starting actual class, I actually had to listen.

     "Alright, so let today before your first official day of school and all your classes. I trust you all are at least a little ready. I will be starting the class off with values of inequalities so, more than, less then, more than equal to and less then equal to." He offered a tired smile. How cute...

     I started zoning out again, I shouldn't be but I couldn't help it. I observed him more. His fingers, when he wasn't using his hands to explain, he moved them as if he were playing the piano on his leg. It interested me and I bit my lip, eyes trailing down his leg. His right foot, he tapped it om the ground every once in a while. He seemed like he had some nervous ticks, but he looked as if he was so comfortable with speaking... What does he have to be worried about?

     I watched his little movements more than one person possibly could. I was fascinated by watching people. It was fun to come up with stories and see how it played out in your head. Or maybe come up with a back story.

     I suggest, as a kid, he had speech problems... Maybe a stutter. So that's how he developed his patterns. Lip licking, biting and fiddling with things. The foot tapping to keep himself on time with his words. A cute little boy with a TREMENDOUS stutter. One he was embarrassed by, but he over came it... How sweet. Of course I wanted my story to be true, but it probably was way off.

     We were writing in class, taking notes on the first chapter of the book. He was a good teacher. Thank god. We actually worked when we started to get it. I understood math for once in my life. But only a little.

     The bell rang when he was in mid sentence. He finished quickly and told us he would continue this lesson with us tomorrow. Again I was the last one to leave the room. I left a note on his desk and sighed.

     I noticed the way you move and your lips and all. What do you have to be nervous about?

     He didn't see me drop it on his desk, thank god. I wanted to see his response. I headed to AP U.S. and frowned, walking away and lowering my head. This class would be hell.

     I slumped down in my seat, closing my eyes for a moment and shaking my head as I mumbled, "Kill me." Under my breath. A guy turned around in front of me.

     "I know right?" He raised a brow and smiled at me. He looked new to the school.

     I slowly sat up and looked at him, "I'm only doing this to look better when I go for colleges." I shrugged.

     "I actually like AP classes. But, history is NOT my forte." He laughed.

     Definitely new. "Math has never really been mine." I smiled, "what's your name?"

     "Gregory." He held out his hand and I shook it. "And what is yours?'

     "Dexter." I grinned. A new friend? I sure hope so... "It's nice talking with you, but I think we have to pay attention now." He smiled and gave me a nod as I slid back in my seat.

     He sat back down. I liked him already. Hopefully he wouldn't have a problem when he figured out my sexuality... Maybe I should move to California when I graduate... I don't know where I'll go. Some place where I can be liked with all my flaws and not despite them.

     The teacher droned on and on about the lesson. I honestly fell asleep for the last five minutes until the bell jolted me awake. I yawned and stood up, walking out and to my art class. I was careful again, only bumping into a few people. But their hit effected me more than mine did them.

     I sat down on the stools and got out my sketch book. We had to draw a little doodle each day and make a record of it in our book. Assigned of course. She collected our sheets and gave us each our pencil bags before she went to her desk. I drew happily.

     On my way out of school, I passed by Conner, who glared at me. I frowned and rubbed the back of my neck. I tried to apologize but he kept walking to his bus. I huffed and headed home. It was getting colder out, so walking in the mornings would be trouble.

     I got home after a twenty-five minute walk and curled up in bed instantly. Sleep... I yawned and decided on a nap... but I couldn't help but wonder...

     Did he read my note?