Why Is That Funny?

Ecstasy

The next day I didn't even bother going to my locker. I went straight to home room. Jace wasn't there yet. So I sat in his seat and waited.

When he got in the room he acted like I didn't even exist. He just went to the seat I usually sit in. What a charmer.

I got up and went over to him.

"Jace-"

"Dickhead."

"Thanks. Anyway I need to speak to you."

"Alright class, attendance.", shouted Mrs. Dassfire. Ugh. Her squeaky ear scheming voice.

I sat next to Jace and continued to talk.

"Yesterday you said I did something to you freshman year. I don't even remember talking to you since middle school. What happened?"

"Wow. You don't remember? You must have been really drunk that night.", he spat in a smug way.

"Just tell me what happened, Jay."

"Is there something you would like to share with the class Mr. Jones and Mr. Tesra?", Mrs. Dassfire loudly announced.

I shut up for the rest of class. The entire day I waited until lunch. When it finally came, Jackie dragged me to an empty classroom on the third floor of the school in a hallway no one goes down.

"Woah wait there, Jackie. I need to talk to you.", I said after being shoved in a dusty chair in front of a teacher's dusty desk.

"I need to talk to you to." She excitedly said unbuttoning to first few button of a tight blouse, showing her breasts. She then got on her knees and spread my legs and reached for the zipper of my pants.

"Hey!", I shouted. I calmed myself picking her up off the ground and standing up. "I don't want to do this anymore. I'm done with whatever we have here. After what happened with my parents. I just want to stick to one person."

"Oh. Than stick to me!", she glowed.

"Would you stick to me though?"

"Good point. Plus I see how you look at Talia. You better snatch that ass before someone else does." She walked out of the room. What was I gonna do again? Oh yeah! Jace!

I went to the lunchroom, to see Jace standing in front of Maria blocking her from someone on the football team. Travis. Travis is a slut. More than me or Jackie. One time Jackie came to school saying that he gave her aids. It was the curable kind though. Apparently he never wears condoms, and got our really hot assistant teacher in physics pregnant last year.

What was he doing with Jace and Maria? I didn't have a good feeling though.

"No one wants your crabby penis sir. Plus you are a senior. This is freshman meat here. In other words, illegal!", Jace hissed towards Travis.

"Excuse me, girly boy, I believe I was talking to hot tamales over there. Not you. And I'm so sorry you are jealous I wanted to talk to her and not you. I'm only vagina, though. But hey I'm young and up for new experiences.", Travis casually shrugged.

When I saw Jace get quiet and gain a red face, I felt I had to intervene, especially since people started watching.

"Travis just leave them alone. What's the point. We don't need anymore babies from you.", I got closer so I could whisper in his ear, " Or
chlamydia." I patted his back and he walked away with an irked face.

Maria speed walked out of the lunch room to who knows where. I grabbed Jace's hand before he could run after her and brought him in a one toilet bathroom and locked the door.

"Tell me what happened."

"Fine. During this popular people part freshman year, both of us were invited because of your basketball team membership and me because I was on the cheer squad.", Jace started.

"I remember that party. Lee met Jaz at that party. He loved the fact that when he asked her out she denied because he was under age drinking."

"Yeah I remember that too. Anyway, you were a little tipsy so you actually talked to me. We talked about random stuff having fun. Then I went to the bathroom. When I came back you were....", he paused. I waited.

"I was?"

"You were chatting it up with some of your popular friends laughing at me. Telling them about how in sixth grade you were the first person I came out to. How in seventh grade I confessed to you. And you laughed at it. At me."

"So you were pissed at me all this time because of that petty reason?"

"No. I'm pissed because you betrayed my trust. I thought I could trust you. But you showed me wrong. Even though we didn't talk in a while, I still thought you were the same guy who made those friendship bracelets in arts and crafts camp when we were nine."

Well now I feel like an asshole. What do you do in this situation? I didn't even thing before I did what I did. Before I knew it, I was pushing him against the wall, kissing him passionately. What was more surprising was the fact that he didn't hesitate to kiss back.

Of course the bell then rang.

At the end of the day I almost forgot we had a basketball game.

We were up 31-14. Apparently, there was little fight during half time in the locker rooms, but I was out on the bleachers watching the cheer leaders battle. It was hot. I watched in pleasure until I saw Jace. Suddenly it was ecstasy. It's so weird. I don't want to love him. I don't want to treat him. I just don't know. Looking at him makes me happy now. After just one kiss, though? No, I was always happy to see Jace. Even after our split. It felt like being high to see him smile. It was always that for me. Even when we were in kindergarten.

We ended up winning the game 40-17. I shot the winning shot. I was given the trophy. I gave it to Lee and told him to keep it because I had too many. When I walked out the sports locker room, I saw Jace walk out the male cheer locker room. He was wearing a blue baggy tank top tucked in skin tight skinny jeans that let you see everything. Damn. Now that I kissed him, I can perv without saying no homo. This is nice. I walked up behind him gripping my arms around his waist. He said nothing, knowing my intentions.

Before I knew it, we were at his house, in his bed, doing so many different thing. Pleasurable things. I love his flexibility. It come in handy. Especially with my exploring hands.

When we were done he fell straight to sleep. I pulled him close to my body. Pushing skin to skin. Intentionally pushing his butt against my junk. He is gonna have to change his sheets in the morning.

Maybe god made this for a reason. If it wasn't true, why would I feel this bliss with him? I'm not saying we were made for each other. I'm saying it's too right to be wrong. I don't care what anyone says. Maybe we were made for each other because this feeling..... this....

Ecstasy.