Dexter White. (A Gay Romance.)

Dexter White. (Part 8.)

     My parents were home early tonight. 6:10 exactly. I helped prepare dinner this time. We cooked pork chops with green beans and mashed potatoes. I liked it. Except the green beans of course.

     After everything was made, we sat at the table and ate in complete silence until the last four minutes of dinner. My dad just simply spoke to me about my grades for this year, telling me he expected at least B's. If I got a C, fine, but not too many and nothing less than that. I nodded.

     After I finished my food and cleaned, I headed upstairs. It wasn't even eight yet... I sighed and got into my pajamas, slipping under my covers and texting Conner. 'Hey. What's up?'

     'Can't talk.' I got nearly ten minutes later.

     I sighed and muttered, "Of course you can't..." I shook my head and set it on the nightstand, glaring out my bedroom window. I'm going to lose him, aren't I?

     I closed my eyes, tightly, wishing time would move forward and I could just go to sleep... More importantly, I wish these days would move faster for the purpose of getting out of high school...

     I couldn't fall asleep at all and, looking over at the clock, I discovered it was now 12:26 in the morning. I huffed and turned onto my stomach, pushing my face into the pillow and silently screaming. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Everything was keeping me up, thoughts of Mr. Peterson, Conner, School and... I couldn't take it.

     I sighed and tried to count sheep, the basic and childish way to do it. I hugged onto myself and fell asleep after one thousand thirty-seven.

     I woke to my alarm, completely drained. My daily routine took place, though I decided to just go in pajamas. Clean ones obviously. I pulled on my red and black flannels, black converse and a black long sleeve. Comfortable.

     I looked in the mirror as I did my hair, noticing how tired I looked... Shit. I brushed my teeth, skipping breakfast this morning and headed out the door with my bag.

     I got into school and met up with Conner, greeting him with a yawn. He returned the greeting with, "Dude, you look like death." Thanks Conner... I appreciate it.

     "I couldn't fall asleep for a long time." I mumbled and rubbed my eyes, hugging him. He hugged back a little weakly.

     "I'm sorry for you." He said, though it sounded sarcastic.

     "Me too." I looked at him, "Where do you think Samantha and Aubrey are?" I raised a brow.

     "Probably making out in the bathroom, knowing Aubrey." He rolled his eyes as I faked a childish 'ew' noise.

     I sighed, "Damn, since they started dating, I haven't seen much of them." I rubbed the back of my neck, watching him text. "Do you two ever take a break?" I teased, even if I was a little serious...

     "Haha, very funny." He glared. "We do."

     Though I never saw it happen. I looked at my feet and the bell rung. "Bye." I waved and he was silent, walking off to class.

     Algebra was the class I was waiting for. I took my seat and checked to see if he was looking at me. Negative. Look at me please?"

     I huffed and sunk back, crossing my arms after getting out my work. I sighed and rested my head against the desk, closing my eyes.

     I started falling asleep and jolted awake at the bell, earning a few chuckles from some students. Embarrassing... I sighed,  rubbing my eyes again and sitting up straight.

     Mr. Peterson began his lesson, though I noticed he kept looking at me. That gave me butterflies for some reason. I smiled a little bit each time.

     After class, I waited until everyone was gone before coming up to his desk. "Um, Mister Peterson?" I stated to get his attention.

     "Yes what is it, Dexter?" Oh wow, use of my name...

     "I'd really like to see if I could possibly start tutoring with you. Private or in class. I'd just like to understand math a little more." I played with my sleeves.

     He was silent for a few moments before giving a nod, "I'll be here after school. Come by." He said.

     I smiled and thanked him, running out of the classroom excitedly as I zoomed down the halls to history.

     I didn't pay attention all but a little bit in my classes, except art. I was excited now, writing and drawing fast. Oh god, alone time with Mr. Peterson would be the best! I sighed dreamily and smiled, drawing exclamation points on almost everything.

     Then it was the final bell. I grinned and walked out of the class, heading down towards Mr. Peterson's room. "Hello, Mister Peterson." I smiled wide.

     He gave me a charming smile back, "Take a seat, Dexter." I did as told and he closed over the door. "Alright, so how about I help you with tonight's homework?"

     "That'd be much appreciated." I nodded and pulled out my spiral, opening it up and grabbing a book from under the desk. I opened it and sat back a bit, waiting for help.

     It was a nice little tutoring session we had. He explained the questions in English and not in math terms. "Thank you, it helped a lot sir." I stood up and pulled on my bag.

     "Likewise, Dexter." Mister Peterson smirked and tilted my chin up.

     My eyes widened and I stuttered a bit.

     "The week isn't over yet and I already know so much about you..." He moved closer to me and my breath hitched. Mister Peterson noticed and leaned down, "How about you find out a little bit about me now?"

     I've never tasted sweeter lips in my entire life...