Awkward (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 15 (rewritten) AGAIN.

{{{{AUTHOR"S NOTE: To anyone who missed this, I rewrote this chapter, AGAIN. BUT This is the last time, I promise. If I rewrite it again, I'll probably not post it on here. And if I get that frustrated, I'll probably stop posting this story. But I don't see that happening. 

Anyways, if you read chapter 15 already, you're going to want to reread it (and by that I mean read this..) 

It wont make sense to you if you dont read this again. Because what I wrote now completely changes the story again. I mean, Damiens "Explanation" sucked before. But now he's  a much cooler 'creature' or 'being', whatever you choose to call him. Please, enjoy! Oh, I forgot to mention, the beginning of the chapter stayed the same. It's mostly the middle and end that is completely different. So just read the whole thing lol

I love feedback, it really motivates me(: So, *cough* }}}}}}}}}}}}}}} anywho here's the story!

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It was finally Friday. It couldn't have gotten here fast enough. The weekend was going to start in approximately one hour, when the final bell rang. Then, I could go spend time with Damien and possibly Sarah, too. I smiled as I walked down the hall with Damien on my way to art class. I tried to not think about this whole 'explanation' thing, because I trust Damien and he told me not to worry about it. 

I was happier than I had been for the last week or so. My dad couldn't stand me, but compared to everything else, that didn't matter so much. My mom was happy for me having a boyfriend. My brother didn't like the fact that I was gay, but he still stood up for me against my dad. And to top it all off, I had a boyfriend! Life couldn't get much better. Well, it could, but I was being optimistic.

I was in my last hour class and I couldn't stop peeking up at the clock. The hands seemed to be moving agonizingly slow. I took a deep breath and tried to relax as I peeked up at it again for probably the hundredth time. 

When there were 45 minutes left of class, the teacher stopped talking and handed out our homework. I tried to work on it, but I was too distracted. I wanted to see Damien. I wanted to hear what he had to tell me. I wanted him to explain how he got in my bedroom window last night and how he jumped out of it unharmed. 

I also wanted to see Sarah. We still hadn't told her that we were going out... That should be interesting. 

I managed to answer three questions from my homework by the time we had 20 minutes of class left. At this point, I was just getting frustrated. I couldn't concentrate on my homework. I growled under my breath and sat back in my seat, giving up on the homework. 

All of a sudden I got a sudden wave of calm. It almost nauseated me because I wasn't expecting it and it was so different than the feelings I was building up moments ago. My train of thought was broken when the teacher called my name. I looked up to see him at the front of the classroom with Damien standing near the door, obviously trying to hide a grin when he saw me. 

My eyes lit up when they met his and he winked at me. I tried to hide my blush. "You're to go with Damien," the teacher said. I stood up, excited to leave the class when Damien said, "Uh, you should bring your stuff. I don't think you'll have time to come back to class when we're done." 

I hurriedly shoved my papers and textbook into my backpack and threw it over my shoulder. I walked toward the door and left the room with a warning from the teacher telling me to have the homework ready on Monday. 

I followed Damien down the hall in silence, not knowing where we were going. Finally, I spoke up. "I'm so glad you came and got me out of there. I swear time was moving in slow motion. That class was never going to end."