You Sir Are No Gentleman - (boyxboy)

Chapter 2

Call it a fleeting thing or the devil being a prankster maybe I'm dreaming or could it be that I'm sugar high again cause this is a dream.  Really, I mean c'mon it's not even funny anymore. Why is she here? What the hell is she doing standing there with Nana after so long? I mean I never expected to see her again.  I didn’t, correction don’t want to see her. 

She wouldn’t ruin it this time! Not this time!  I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door.  Today was my day, not hers. 

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Well my plan with Mrs. Abenaki worked.  The chocolates I brought her yesterday practically charmed the pants off her.  Well, they would have if the whole class hadn't been there.  I know what you're thinking, yes, I am gay, except when it comes to Mrs. Abenaki.  We've been on the verge of a student/teacher romance for all of the years I've been in High School.  The love affair began freshman year when I walked into homeroom, our eyes met and I swear the earth stood still for a full minute.  She's always been very coy about her feelings, but I know she loves me too.  I mean, who could not?  I've got the looks, the bod and the personality.  I'm the real deal Mrs. A, the whole package. Or the truth is that you wish it were that.  Shut up brain! 

Since it was an all day trip to the Natural History Museum, I didn't need to bring any books to school, so instead I made sure I had my phone so I could Instagram some pictures, my iPod and I threw in a bunch of snacks and some juice boxes and an extra set of clothes.  Extra set of clothes?  Well, lets just say I had a few issues on the last field trip I went on and an extra set of clothes would have come in might handy. I threw in a few comic books too, determined to get this morning out of my head. 

When I got to school I went straight to Mrs. Abenaki's class.  There were two classes going on this trip and since we wanted to get an early start, we didn't have to go to homeroom.  I peeked in the class.  Phil had been out sick or something yesterday, so I was hoping that maybe he had contracted ebola and was still out.  Much to my disappointment, he was hanging out near the windows with a few of his buddies and some blonde bimbo who was hanging off his arm.  After our run-in the other day, I wasn't too thrilled to see him, so I quietly snuck into the room and sat in a seat where he wouldn't be able to see me. 

"Okay class," Mrs. Abenaki called out a few minutes later, "the bus is here so lets quietly and calmly walk out to the front of the building." 

Somebody cheered and we all hustled our way out of the classroom.  Mrs. Abenaki sighed and picked up her bag.  I gave her a quick wink as I got pushed out of the room by the excited mob.  Our class was the first to get to the bus, not that we were running or anything, so we jumped on to get the best seats.  I went straight to the back, four seats up.  It's the perfect location; far enough back so you could get away with a little tomfoolery without the teachers seeing since they always sat up front, but not completely at the back where the druggies sat.   

Even though we didn't really have any druggies in this class, I was still in the habit of choosing my fourth from the back seat.  I plopped myself down and put my bag next to me to keep any of the riffraff from sitting with me.  I didn't have any close friends in this class and I wasn't about to get stuck sitting next to the kid with the perpetually runny nose or the girl who seems to think she's my 'friend' who talks non-stop about her cats.