“Yeah, erm I need to go I have a lesson” I headed for the door. He blocked my path.
“Stump, I need to talk to you about your paper.”
I groaned. I threw up on the inside. I shouldn’t have written anything like that it was so unlike me I looked him dead in the eyes, his brown hung-over eyes, thick with eyeliner. “I ... erm ... didn’t mean to write that I wasn’t thinking and it’s so unlike…”
His voice cut me off “don’t talk, it was fine I enjoyed it, it had a certain sense of, well truth” he smirked. God his face was beautiful. I tried to leave again and he stopped me “Kid, look I know life is hard for you and I am willing to give you a break if you help me out with one thing. I will even move you to the back of the class, just can you promise me that you will do this one thing for me?”
His eyes looked pained. God I’m going to have to help him I would do anything for the chance to stop being teased. “What is it you want?” I said coldly
“I need you to sing for my band tomorrow night. Our singer quit and we have a gig lined up. It would be just one night. Kid your voice in incredible and you are depriving the world by not allowing them a chance to hear it!”
I hesitated “w-w-wouldn’t it be weird to sing with a student?”
“No, don’t think of it that way. You are 18 and I’m only 24. That’s only 6 years man. Come on please.”
My mind was screaming yes. Time with Mr Wentz on a Saturday evening singing would be incredible but what music does he even sing? He has tattoos so I said “I don’t know if my style would be, well ... suited for you” I gestured towards his tattoos.
He looked hurt. “Look, Patrick your voice is incredible we are just a cover band I’m sure you know a couple Blink-182 songs. If not you could come to my apartment tonight after school and I could run through a couple chords. We really need a singer I know it’s not your type of music but hey who knows maybe you could teach me one of your originals and we could perform? I play bass.”
I gave in, it was those eyes and the way he moved his hands whilst talking. Shit. “Would that be ok” he looked confused. “Me coming to yours after school? I think if you taught me a couple songs I’m up for it guess “I looked down and noticed my watch “shit, I’m late to math!”
“’Patrick, I would be fine for you to come round and I’ll email your teacher saying this period you have to write me a report and we could go now if you wanted and grab some food on the way home I’m starving.”
I really didn’t see the point in going to math today. It was Friday last period little work took place. “Sure” I said. Grabbing my guitar I followed him to his car. The drive to his apartment was silent and I felt pretty awkward grabbing my Bag and guitar my eyes occasionally drifted to his thighs, I could help by shiver, his jeans were so tight I could make out the size of his manhood and I instantly grew hard. I blushed and wound the window down watching the Chicago streets roll by as we made our way.
