Forgiven: Chapter 2
"My name is Mr. Johnson, however if you want you can simply call me sir if the time comes that for some reason you cannot remember my name. I see some of you have already grabbed books, for all those who have not please come get one while I find the signing sheet."
As a little more than half the class went to go get their books, I felt a bit more isolated than usual, and sitting next to a big jock didn't help that any. I was glad however he was paying a little less attention to me and resting his head on a paw looking straight at the front of the classroom. He didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular and his eyes weren't moving so I went ahead and assumed he was day-dreaming.
The class itself didn't have any other jocks in it except him. Maybe he was one of the smart ones, a meatheads who wanted to learn something besides or the kick a ball or catch something with their paws. I have to admit he was much better looking than most and well groomed, not to mention he was missing the gallon jug of water every other jock was sure to have on the first day of school.
Looking around his vicinity I noticed that he actually had a real backpack and it had more than air in it. "Maybe it a new way to pick up chicks" I silently thought inside of my head but chuckled out loud, apparently just enough for meathead to hear.
"Whats so funny?" he turned and look at me sending me further glued to me seat, but I felt compelled to point out the backpack, so I simply pointed at it trying to hold in a contested laugh.
"I happen to think education is equally as important. Hell I know I'm not going pro, so I need to learn other skills. I want a more realistic life and not one revolving around my ability to catch balls" He whispered calmly as if the question had been asked many many time before. The fact that he wanted to learn caught me off guard completely, and I was honestly expecting a cocky reply.
He brought he backpack up to the top of the table and laid in front of me. "If you don't believe me you can dig through it for yourself. You won't find alcohol, money, drugs, or wadded notes and homework. In fact you will see everything is very well organized, I even have separate folders for every class."
I looked at his backpack then back to him trying to figure out if it was some kind of ruse or trick, however he didn't not give me the grimacing smile and I didn't hear a low suppressed growl. I carefully opened the main compartment's zipper slowly and peeked inside. To my surprise he wasn't lying and it was all very organized. He even had different colored folders for everything which was more than a shock.
"Go ahead and dig through there all you want, I'm going to the bathroom." he announced as he was already getting out of his seat and heading towards the front of the room. I watched him as the teacher handed him the keys and walked out. He didn't look back at me, or turn his ears in my direction. It was as if he was trying to test me for some reason, possibly to see how trustworthy I am. The more likely reason is maybe he wanted a more justified reason to pound the shit out of me besides the standard "I felt like it" excuse that every jock used.
I opened the backpack up all the way and pulled everything out one by one. Every single binder and folder was marked with the class name and use, all the pencils were in a sturdy plastic box, he had a white shirt between two books and was neatly folded and look pressed. He stuff was also as clean as a processor manufacturing plant. Still I could not help but to think this was some kind of trick. What kind of football playing doofus would keep things in such a manner? I dug out the last book in the sack which was a A.P. Biology book which I smirked at in disbelief and placed it aside only to find something interesting.
As I dug my paw to the bottom I caught a glimpse of purple and pulled it out to find it was a piece of cardboard paper that had been folded into a large thick heart. It was becoming way to hard not to laugh but I kept inside knowing that this big oaf was just trying to convince me of something he's not.
I put everything back in the backpack and slid it back over to his side of the table. I purposely put a few things upside-down seeing if he would notice or care that I had, which I severely doubted he would. I decided that I would just wait and see if he would look in it or not, or if he would even talk to me when he came back.
"Mr. Allero" Mr. Johnson called bringing me back to reality in a big huffing tone. As I looked at him he was giving me a very serious look making me as if I did something bad already. "I can understand day-dreaming or not paying attention but no just complete oblivion to your surroundings. I like fun and games but this is still a class and I expect you to pay attention to me and not the overwhelming thoughts in your head."
"Sorry sir" I replied back flatting my ears more out of embarrassment than being in trouble. He seemed satisfied that I was paying attention now and continued with the rollcall.
"How long has it been" I though to myself pulling my phone out of my pocket. "15 minutes??? how long does it take one to go to the bathroom?" At this point I doubted he went to the bathroom and rather had set up a date to go get a blowjob from some over excited girl that thought he was hot.
"Mr. Johnson" I said raising my hand out of respect.
"Yes?" he asked very uninterested knowing the impending request
"Can I go get a drink of water?" I never liked asking if I could use the bathroom out loud, no matter how many times you did it always felt embarrassing, unless of course you were a meathead and didn't care what other thought.
"Yes, and while you are there go see what is taking Marc so long to empty his bladder."
"Yea I bet he is emptying some sort of bladder" I mumbled just loud enough for the class to hear.
"If that is the case" Mr. Johnson interjected "tell him that he is breaking the world record... and that he will be written up."
Most of the class giggled at the statement and sent the girls into immediate "Gossip Mode" about his dick. I even heard Mr. Johnson let out a silenced "Hah" Of course the last think I wanted to do was walk into the bathroom and knock on the stall door of a masturbating wolf.
I got up from my seat and walked out of the class. The bathroom were quite literally 12 feet away around the corner. I made my way over there casually being in no rush to get back to the "First Day Orientation" lesson which at this point was more for the teachers to learn the new policies rather than the students.
As I approached the bathroom door I started to get nervous. "What if he was in there?" I asked myself as I put a paw on the handle. Before I had a chance to either open the door or back off Marc came through the door. He looked right at me and as I met his eyes I swear I saw him blushing under his fur.
"Finally coming after me now are we?" he commented after a turned around to head back to the classroom
"No, the teacher told me to come fetch you from your masturbating cause you've been gone for over 15 minutes" I simply said not missing a step
"Hey, what's a big ol' wolf like me to do when he's horny, just let my boner sit there for everyone to see? That don't seem particularly nice since the bulge it would create in my pants would be very noticeable." He announced freely with a noticeable country drawl that I couldn't help but feel like I should correct. I let it go however realizing I wanted to avoid getting pounded, not wanting to get pounded faster.
I felt a paw touch my shoulder sending spinning right around to face him. "What's the big hurry? You've been here for what, 2 years already and you act like class is going to catch on fire if you ain't there. Plus Johnson ain't gonna bit, he's a coach. All he cares about in the classroom is you listening and doing what he gives you as work"
I huffed out loud and stared him in the eyes now becoming irritated at his foolishness. "Look just because you don't want to learn and pretend to be something you are not does not give you the right to disturb other people way of living" I plainly stated tempted to push my index digit into his chest to make the point more substantial, but remembered that would bring me closer to him than I already wanted to be.
After my rampage I noticed a look of hurt in his eyes that was genuine, and he walked past me back to class without another word. For some reason I couldn't help feel bad that I heart his feeling and worse yet it when I got back to the classroom door I couldn't open it. For a long 5 minutes I just stood looking at the doors wooden exterior hoping that it would open itself but refused to budge. It really wasn't me to go around and hurt people feelings, and I tried to avoid it most of the time even when the situation called for it. Every time I did manage to hurt someones feeling whether it was on purpose or not, it always left me feeling like shit even if I was right.
This was different somehow, not only did I feel like shit, at the same time I felt as if I had lost someone very important. But what could be so important about a wolf that was a meathead and pretended to be organized to get my attention?
I pulled myself together and walked through the door as if nothing had happened and that I have now been gone as long as meathead was when I went out to fetch him. I looked back to the table indirectly to see he had his head down on his arms looking aimlessly at the teacher. He had his ears folded against his head clearly showing that he was not listening to a word being said.
As I started my walk back to my seat using the edge of the room to avoid drawing more attention to myself, I caught a girl looking at me with a quizzical glare which before now thought was impossible. Even worse is that I had to pass her table to get to mine and with that sort of look on her face I was sure she was going to question what I did to the wolf.
Sure enough as I walked passed her seat she grabbed me but the arm and forcefully pulled me so my ear would meet her muzzle. "He's gay" she whispered quickly than pushed me away shouting "Oops sorry my stuff was in the way, good thing I caught you." I'm guessing she did that to disperse rumors why I was so close to her.
Knowing the new information sent me slightly off guard and the walk back to my seat was more guilt induced than it had been before. I felt as if I should break down crying and be mad and furious at the same time. All of those feelings dissipated when I looked back at the wolf sitting at the table all by himself. At this distance I could now see his eye were a bit watery and that his ears were not flattened from anger but sadness.
As I sat down in my seat I whispered "Sorry" very silently to make sure only he could hear and prepared my self for a silent whispered fight. However instead of that I got a large rough paw placed on the top of my own with a whisper back "Only a few know. Please don't spread it around"
I nodded my head in understanding and left my paw to rest his on top of. I could not have possibly imagined meathead, or Marc, would be gay. I guess he only played it on the down-low just so he could get through the rest of High-School being a hero.
After 5 more minutes of silence the bell rang to dismiss class, effectively telling all the new and underclassmen to run to their next class in the fear of being bullied by people like Marc. When you think about it, it's pretty funny that they have no idea what high school is really about. The truth as they would come to know, is that everything teachers told you about High-School in Middle-School, was almost a complete lie.