Fearless Love

First Chance

"Why did they assign uniforms this year? Like it's so useless!" Chase had complained to Hazel, his best friend since the first grade.

Hazel had only replied with a simple nod and went into the classroom 3-A. Before Chase could enter the classroom, he had bumped into a tall and muscular figure.

 Chase looks up and then looks down, admiring the man standing before him.  He pushes away the man and then runs into the classroom.

As minutes pass by of the class chattering, the bell rings. The class gets in their seats and settles down as the door slides open. Someone has entered the classroom.

Chase does not bother to look and continues to write in the back where his desk sits. The chatter begins to start again throughout the girls in the class as the 'someone' starts walking down the aisle to Chase's desk.

The footsteps stop at his desk but all Chase does it set down his pencil. Not even daring to look up. Smack!  Two large hands are now set upon his desk and Chase closes his eyes terrified. 

"Would you rather me read what you're writing to the class or pay attention to the lesson that I am teaching?" says a man with a very soothe voice. Instead of talking back Chase starts raising his head to look at the man.

As Chase's eyes meet the man's, he realizes it is no other than the man from the hallway! Chase could feel his face get hot as his eyes drop down to the man's lips.

"What were you writing.. Chase?" says the man standing before him. 

"Just some drafts I guess...Nothing important.." replies Chase in a shy tone. It felt like his heart was about to explode!

The man soon picks up the journal and reads silently. His expression was unreadable and it made Chase nervous. The man then smiled leaving Chase shocked.

He sets down the journal and then looks at Chase, making immediate eye contact. Chase's face seems to get hotter as this seems to continue on.

The man walks back up to the front of the class leaving Chase speechless. He sits down at the desk in the front of the class and introduces himself.

"I am your new teacher Mr. Sinclair. I don't expect much seeing as you guys are only high schoolers," some of the class laughs at that, "but some of you I do expect much from." he looks at Chase in the back.

A girl in the back raises her hand, it's Hazel! Mr. Sinclair calls on her. Chase can't help but wonder what she's going to ask.

"Are you single? And what's your sexuality?" Those questions stun the whole class and Chase looks out the window a bit upset. Mr. Sinclair on the other hand, is not surprised and is smiling.

"I am single and if you must know I am bisexual. Now that that is out of the way, we can continue our lesson!"

Chase had listened to Mr. Sinclair's lesson which was fairly interesting and every once in awhile Sinclair would glance back at Chase and he would smile.

At the other side of the room though, Chase could feel someone glaring at him. He looks over to his right and he sees that Hazel has been staring at him with the most hateful look in her eyes. He was confused and a bit shocked to find that his best friend had now suddenly started acting like he disliked him.

At lunch, Chase sits outside near the soccer field up on a hill to eat his ham sandwich. After he is done finishing his sandwich he goes to the willow tree right beside the field and writes a few poems.

He finished a poem that he was quite fond of when someone had sat next to him. Chase looks over to find Mr. Sinclair.

"H--Hello Sir!" Chase says in a shaky voice as his face gets a little warm.

"Afternoon Chase, can I read what you're writing?" He holds out his hand and reaches for the notebook.

Before Chase could take the notebook away, Sinclair grabs it and starts to read. Chase's face almost completely red is looking off to the side trying not to look at Sinclair no longer.

Sinclair smiles and blushes a little putting the notebook down and sitting in front of Chase. Chase couldn't help but look his way now.

Sinclair leans closer to Chase's face till they're nose to nose. Chase opens his mouth but no words come out. With one movement, Sinclair had kissed Chase. It was long and sweet and all Chase could do was enjoy it.

First Chance

A poem by: Chase Miller

With one look he caught me staring,

But in his eyes I saw stars.

I might have seen him before glaring,

But nothing will tear my heart apart.

I knew he was the most charming guy,

But soon enough his heart will fly!