Another Gay Ass Love Story

Chapter 1

It all started on the first day of my new job.

At first it was as normal as I thought it would be. I was introduced to the staff. The head principal, Mr. William Kirby, seemed nice but a bit intimidating. The only thing that really stood out to me was one of the teachers, Christopher Winchester. I don’t know if it was my imagination, but it seemed like I took him off guard, too.

The first few hours flew by quickly, since all I did was sit at a desk going through paperwork. It was only lunch, and the hours that followed lunch stuck with me throughout the day. William and I sat down in his office to eat lunch. He was going on about all the different staff members, more specifically the ones he didn’t like. At first I thought he was just being incompetent, but then he brought up the subject that I was hoping would be avoided for the first day.

“Although mostly everyone is annoying, the one that bothers me the most is that Winchester guy. “

I almost choked on my mineral water. What about Chris? He seemed so . . . well . . . sweet when we met.

“Wha— what about him?”

“He’s nice and all, but he’s queer. It’s disgusting in my opinion, but if I were to get rid of him, I’d be sued.”

My heart climbed into my throat. Chris is gay? Does this mean there’s a one in a thousand chance I could have a chance? The only problem is this diabetic fuck.. I was silent for a good while before changing the subject.

“So . . . What type of things does the Assistant Principal job usually include?”  

“Paperwork and shit, maybe sitting in on some classes, disciplining kids, and basically just other general stuff, you know.”

“Oh, that should be easy. Well, I’m done, so I’m gonna go get something from the cafeteria.”

“You still have a whole sandwich.”

“I don’t want it.”

I got up and gathered my stuff together. I left the room in a rush, eager to get as far as possible from that office. I made my way to the cafeteria to finish up what I had left when I accidentally ran into Mr. Winchester . He looked at me, startled.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.” I babbled as I tried to stand up.

Ouch. That freaking hurt. I looked up to meet his green eyes. Time froze for me. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

“Are you okay? What were you even running from anyways?” He asked me as he reached out his hand to help me up.

“I’m fine. I . . . just . . . um—“

“Did Kirby scare you that bad?” He chuckled. My heart fluttered at his laugh.

“No—well, yeah.” I chuckled.

“So, where are you headed?” He asked as he handed me the box of neatly organized lunch I dropped.

“To the lunch room to finish what I have leftover,” I answered, smiling shyly.

“How about you just eat in my office with me? It’ll be a lot better than eating all alone in an obnoxiously loud room.” He suggested.

Not even giving me a chance to answer, he grabbed my hand and began walking me to his office. My heart and mind were racing as he led the way.

“Here we are. I hope you don’t mind, my friend Paul will be sitting with us.” He announced as he let go of my hand.

We walked in and I was greeted by a familiar face.

“Paul? Oh my god, I missed you so much!” I exclaimed as he pulled me into a hug.

“I missed you, too!  So, I see you have met Chris. Isn’t he great, Jesse?” Paul asked.

“From what I’ve seen of him so far, yeah, he is.” I said, trying to sound confident.

My face turned red as I sheepishly took a seat next to him. I opened my bento and pulled out the sandwich I had left.

“Awh, you cut off the crust!” Chris exclaimed.

“I don’t like the crust.” I mumbled, blushing even more.

For the next half an hour, we all talked about our lives and how it was such a coincidence that we all worked in the same building. Christopher was an interesting being . He moved to Pennsylvania from Washington D.C. when he was 15. He was into art and photography even though he looked liked the perfect masterpiece. He had to move in with his father because his mother had died, but when I asked about what had happened, a pained look crossed his face for a moment and I decided to not press him any further.

After our break was over, I went back to my office to finish the piles of paperwork. When the end of the day came along, I was exhausted. I went outside to my car and spotted Chris getting onto his motorcycle a few parking spots over.

“Woah, you have a motorcycle? That’s so cool!” I exclaimed. I’ve always wanted one, but I also have a nagging fear of what could happen if I were to crash. Chris, however, looked as if it was made just for him. And that he had no fear at all about what could happen.

“Yeah. And, you have a Range Rover.” He chuckled

I sheepishly glanced back at my Range Rover. It’s a lame car, but it’s all I can afford.

“Hey, maybe we should hang out tonight. I remember how alone I felt when I first started here. Could I pick you up at 7?” He asked, leaning closer to me.

“Uh, sure, that’d be great!” I mumbled, pulling out my phone to give him my number.

I was about to turn away when he stopped me.

“I kinda need your address, too,” he laughed.

“Of course—ugh, I’m such a scatterbrain sometimes!”

I wrote down my number and address hastily on the back of a crumpled receipt that I found in my bag. I handed it to him and he looked cautiously at it for a long time, as if the address would disappear if he looked away, if not only for a second.

“Chris, you okay?” I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder.

It took him a moment to break the trance he was in and meet my eyes.

“Uh . . . yeah. Sorry about that, sometimes I just space out. ‘Dunno why, but it’s not that big of a deal.”

I wasn’t sure if I believed him or not, but I didn’t want to mess up this perfect moment, so I let it go.

“Oh, okay. Well, I’ll see you tonight then,” I said with a bright smile on my face.

I think that was the first time I saw him genuinely smile.

“Yeah . . . Until then!” He chirped before getting back on his motorcycle and revving the engine. I smiled to myself once again and got in my car.