Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 7.)

     Mr. Peterson's body was over mine, holding my arms over my head. His body glistened with sweat, hair stuck to his forehead as he...

     Let's not get to in depth with the details of my dreams...

     I woke at the irritating sound of my alarm, yawning as I tried to actually wake up this morning. I shot a text to Brandi.

     'Pick me up Starbucks? I know you pass it on your way to school. :) Caramel frap.' I always counted on Brandi last year to do this do. I couldn't help it, she almost always stopped by.

     'Out of money after this. You better pay me back.' I read and opened my wallet. I had three bucks, taking it out and sliding it into my pocket. I swear a tumbleweed came out as soon as I emptied it.

      I pouted. 'I have three bucks to spare for this. I trust you'll make sure it is the best damn coffee drink they've ever made. Got it? >:(  '

     I sighed and decided on a shower this morning, warming and waking. I washed my face and ran down stairs to eat two pieces of toast before running back up to brush my teeth and get dressed.

     Today, I decided on black jeans, who doesn't like black jeans? Be honest. And then a nice white shirt and a blue cardigan over it. I liked cardigans and sweaters.... Other peoples sweaters were pretty great, too. I slipped on my socks and a pair of black converse. They weren't beaten up either. Good thing, because most of my shoes were.

     I sighed and went to the bathroom, blow drying my hair and styling it. A daily thing... I made my way back downstairs and snatched up my backpack before heading out the door with a goodbye to my parents again.

     I met up with Brandi in front of the school, giving her the money and taking my deliciously caffeinated, iced drink. "Thank you. This is just one of the many reasons I love you to death." I squeezed her.

     She slipped the money in her back pocket and hugged me back, rolling her eyes. "Many reasons?" I gave her a grin.

     We met up with Marley and talked until the bell, parting with a big hug before I headed towards my first period. I hope this class won't be the one I hate all year...

     After classes, I met up with Conner for lunch. He tried to get out of it and I grabbed his arm, "Listen. I'm sorry..." I started, though he looked completely uninterested in what I had to say. "I just really don't want to lose a friend." I frowned and let go of his arm, "So, please remember I'm happy for you, but I'd like some time with you, too."

     He forgave me, though I know we BOTH know that was a dumb, half assed apology. We sat down at the table and gave me about half his time... I was okay with that. I liked talking with Conner and all, but he spent so much time talking with his new boyfriend the rest of lunch.

     I gave up and pulled out my phone, checking over my Facebook. Of course I didn't have anything except two notifications. Both were invitations to some poor quality Facebook side game or something. I locked my phone, slipping it into my pocket and finishing my water. I tossed the remains of my food in the trash and sat back down. "So..."

     Even after that, it was silence between us until the bell rang. "See you later." He said, staring at his phone.

     Yeah, sure.

     I walked to my Algebra class and gave Mr. Peterson a hello, getting one in return. I sat down and slumped in my desk. When I looked up, he was looking over at me and then quickly put his gaze on his computer. Why was he looking at me? Did I have something on my face?

     I pulled out my phone and used it as a mirror, checking around and making sure there wasn't anything and I didn't look bad. I was good. I slipped my phone back in my pocket and looked at him... Why?

     The bell soon rang and he stood before the class, continuing on the lesson from yesterday before assigning class work due at the end of the period. I worked silently and kept looking up at him. I wanted to know what he was thinking, more than I've ever wanted to know something. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration... But still!

     I finished with two minutes left, walking over and placing it in the fifth period basket, flashing a smile and going back to my seat. I felt like he was watching and I turned around, looking at him. He was on his computer... Dammit.

     I packed my backpack, slipping it on. The bell rang and this time I left kind of in the middle, glancing back at him and sighing before I walked out the door. Why wasn't he looking now? I just wanted to know.

     I couldn't focus in history at all, staring off into space at my blank lined paper, doodling idly. The kid I spoke with previously ignored me the entire class period... Well, there wasn't anything to talk about. But I didn't even get a hello. Okay, maybe I'm just being paranoid...

     Art class was just as uninteresting. She explained a project, passed out rubrics and said we'd be working on self portraits the next few weeks. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. We were supposed to come up with quotes to go with our pictures and I didn't know what to put. I ran my pencil eraser across the page as I thought. Something meaningful? Something simple? I didn't know.

     I got home and pulled out my new text book from history, sitting at the table and pulling out my notebook. No sleeping or laying around today. I lowered my head and sighed, AP classes equals massive amounts of homework. I tapped my pencil as I thought, staring at the book and the paper. My mind was all over the place today and I wanted to throw my book out of the window right now...

     I finished after about an hour and a half, moving to the couch now and laying down. "Sleep..." I muttered and closed my eyes. But I couldn't fall asleep... I tossed and turned on the couch, thinking it was the way I was laying. Obviously not after trying at least ten other ways... I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

     I kept picturing it, him, looking at me. There was something different about the way he looked at me though... I don't know what it was. Maybe I was seeing things... But...

     Why was he looking at me? Does he know something I don't...?