Forbitten

Chapter 3

It was a week after my first day of school. I was settling in well and Terry's friendly presence helped to do so. Despite me often not taking part in Terry's whims, he continued to involve me in them. I guess that was what being a friend was.

However, even after a week of being in Mr. Yoi's class, my heart never slowed when I saw him. He was still as beautiful as the first day I encountered him. Whenever he looked my way, the blood rose to my cheeks and reddened my complexion. I was sure he noticed by now, but he continued to ignore me. It hurt me that I did not know if he disliked me or was simply treating me like any other student.

Several days into our friendship, Terry began to recognize that my passionate stares were directed at our teacher. Eventually, he asked me about it and I confessed. I expected him to be disgusted, but he related to me with his adoration for Mr. Papa Smoke. It was nice to have a friend I could trust.

As the days went on, Terry noticed my hurt and tried to comfort me, but it did little to mend my aching heart. Despite everything Terry said to assure me, the bottom line was I was a student and Mr. Yoi was my teacher. Not to mention... what I was. But, on Tuesday, Terry came up to me before the bell rang signaling the beginning of Religious Studies.

"I have a plan, Mos, and you have to listen to me!" His voice raised in pitch with excitement and I looked at him with a dull face. Terry was often too ecstatic for me to keep up with.

"What is it?" I replied. I was tired today and not in the mood to go along with Terry. I had not slept well the night before. I was up thinking about my teacher and before I knew it, the sun had risen and Katherine was in my room with breakfast.

"Well, you see..." Terry babbled on and I continued to ignore him until something he said brought my attention back. "So, as I was saying, you should stay after class to talk with Mr. Yoi. You could ask him about the curriculum, his dick, or whatever!" I stared at him in horror. He only smiled sweetly back at me. His large, pure eyes crinkled in happiness as my own widened in alarm.

"Terry, be quiet!" I covered his mouth with two of my small hands. He smiled against the pressure I applied to his lips with my appendages. Before I could respond to his crazy idea, Mr. Yoi walked in and stole my breath away.

He was wearing a light pink shirt, that complimented his skin where a tan was arising, and khakis that accentuated his plump, luscious... I shook the thought from my mind. Additionally, he wore a gaudy floral tie and brown oxford loafers. He looked tenfold better than the rest of the boys in their plaid school uniforms.

Then, instantaneously, he looked up at me. His hazel eyes shimmered in the sun and his pupils, despite the light, dilated when they saw me. However, our moment was cut short when a voice spoke up.

"Mr. Yoi! Good morning!" I looked towards the boy who talked and met eyes with a smug-looking Richothy Linkin.

"Hello, Richie," was his curt reply. His words flowed through me like honey through a honeysuckle. I could never have enough of it -- of him. I heard Richie sigh in aggravation before Mr. Yoi began his lesson.

To keep myself distracted, I focused on my surroundings. The walls were a bland cream and the floors were tiles of the same color. The board Mr. Yoi wrote on was green and foggy with erased chalk. I saw the way his fingers moved elegantly as he scrawled in his beautiful cursive and looked hastily away to the door of the classroom. Near the doorway was a poster that I could not quite read. I tried to focus on the words, but Terry soon began drawing small flowers on my notebook paper.

"Stop!" I whispered harshly. However, my voice came out louder than I expected and the class came to a hush. The chalk in Mr. Yoi's hand stopped moving and he turned towards me. His expression was one of amusement. Despite that, my heartbeat began to grow faster from the anxiety of so many eyes on me.