Secrets of The Clinic: Consummation (Completed)

Chapter 1: The fallen angel

Bryan Daniel's P.O.V

"You may go now students. Mr. Tragedy, please stay for a moment." The English teacher says putting some things away in his desk drawers. I nod at him as I put my English notebook in my bag, zipping it up. I slowly approach the teacher, trying to act cool. It's not that I did anything wrong, but honestly, he creeps the shit out of me.

"Sir, what did you call me for?" I ask, using an innocent tone that might get me a raping. This guy has been in prison twice for rape and assault on teenagers, and though he says he has changed, I simply can't believe him. The teacher smiles, handing me a sheet of paper.

"Here is the last outline you wrote, and I must say that I am impressed. You have a lot of talent Bryan, you should keep writing. It might help you in the future." Mr. Smith says, smiling at me. I take the paper and fold it in half, placing it in my bag.

"Thank you sir. Have a good evening." I say and exit the classroom before the creep could even think of cornering me to his desk. I swear, creeps like him are everywhere. Nothing out of the ordinary happens as I step into the bus and sit on the back, since my stop was the last one of the road. Nobody really knows me, and I've been in this school since I was eight, but let's just say that making friends isn't easy when you arrive new in a school that is racist as hell and very superficial. The only times I've talked with other people is over projects or classwork in pairs or teams, and most of the time I end up doing all of the work. But anyways, that's my life in school now. The bus has stoped ten times, which means that in fifteen minutes I'll be home at last. I looked outside and saw that somebody was getting on the bus, but that somebody was new to the bus line , since I'd never seen them before. It was a guy, probably 17 or 18, and he was tall, very tall. I actaully feel petite by seeing how tall he is as he walks to the back of the bus, sitting next to me. He must be 6'3 or somewhere around there, because he is too damn tall. He has this very white skin and such dark hazel eyes with a raven black straight long hair that could make anyone fall for him, even me. YES, I am gay as shit! Maybe that's another reason why I don't socialize, because of the fear of being picked on. I am out of the closet though, but nobody at school knows. Maybe things should stay that way, just to avoid trouble.

"Hey, you got nice eyes." I turn my head and see that Mr. Sexyness was talking to me while smiling like a total fool. I smile back, not knowing what else to do.

"Well, thank you, but yours are prettier though," I say, and then he caresses my cheek with his hand, which is soft as silk. I blush a little, falling for his touch.

"I have to disagree with you on that darling, because your eyes captivated me with just once glance." I blush darker at his words, feeling nice and embarresed at the same time. He only smiles, kissing the tip of my nose afterwards. "Well, this is my stop. See you some other time darling." He says and pecks my lips, leaving the seat and getting of the bus with normality and a smile on his perfectly curved lips. I place a finger over my lips, still feeling the warmth of his lips on mine. I can't believe a total stranger just did that... who does so anyway? What could this mean? As these thoughts went through my head I realized that I was the only person left on the bus, so I get up and walk to the front of the bus, and less than 5 minuets after I do the bus arives at my stop. I thank the driver and wish him a lovely evening before exiting the bus, beginning my walk home. I can't get that guy out of my head, and now it's even harder since he literally kissed me.

"So, what have you got on your mind son? You have been smiling like a fool ever since you came in through that door." Dad says, obviously teasing me. I came out to my parents when I was 13, and they accepted me without a problem because we're all the same: straight as a curve.

"Oh come on Dad, don't use that tone on me. You are trying to insinuate something that obviously isn't true, and you're trying to annoy me. May lightning strike me if I'm lying." I say, not wanting to hear anything else from Dad on the subject. He loves teasing me with liking someone, but all he does is get me annoyed. Dad smirks, ruffling my black hair afterwards.