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#2 of Not ready yet!
Keith's PoV
It's been a cold evening, strange since it's spring already... I'm supposed to be waiting for a friend of mine inside the school but, being the uncontrollable bundle of hormones every teen is supposed to be, I couldn't stop myself from walking out of the building and get to the parking lot to... erm... ogle, or should I say glance? at the guys from the football team warming up for late practice.
I know some of the guys in there and they vouched for me in the past so I'm pretty much safe. Here now, I'm not out and neither obvious about what I am, that's the reason they don't mind if I watch them practice from time to time, still being careful it's rule number one, see? It just take one overzealous bastard feeling observed to cast you a fag. Ogling at big guys without them noticing it's like a little guilty pleasure, something I developed after years of self denial but... well, here I am.
I guess it is all about not being there too many times nor too many hours as well... I try not to stare that much either, just hear them huff and push each other... hmm, thank God for the gift of imagination. I won't lie to you here. I like them big... in each department; if I can get a hold of someone I'd rather have something I can get a grip of, right?
So... anyway, my story begins the first days of spring, I'm a high school sophomore and, to my shame, haven never had a relationship so to speak, meaning of course I have never had any sexual experience, like EVER... (Aside from normal masturbation of course, no funny business with fingers, toys or some shit. I don't stand those things).
Don't get me wrong though, I don't mind being a virgin, but it's still something neither me nor any self-respecting guy would go around accepting so I've been keeping a little lie around, the same I'm sure everyone use at least once in their lifetime, the same lie that's been keeping me safe in my religious life setting.
As I focus on this certain wolf by the name Clayton and a dingo named Brendan fight over something I didn't see and begin punching each other, I let out a sigh. Knowing I could be there, playing the most macho game ever invented with some of the hottest guys you could ever imagine has become quite a little private hell, but also a blessing all packed in a frustrating little rubberball, one that jumps uncontrollably inside my head from time to time. But I believe it's safer this way I believe... hell if I trust myself to keep my wienie from rising in those lockers, showers crowed with naked smoking hot guys, showing thier ripping muscles for all to see and... never mind, it was stroke of luck mom asked Coach not to let me in (the shame was almost unbearable though), but I guess it's better than outing myself the worst way I can imagine.
So instead of playing somewhere I think I belong, I'm alone waiting for the only girl in this school that wouldn't remotely think sexually about me... alone and lonely, damn it! Have I mentioned its fucking cold? Not to mention how the gray sky and incessant wind cutting my breath at times, the combination had me a bundle of nerves, with our typically tropical weather gone this way I worry this is a prelude for some storm or, God forbid, a hurricane.
"Keith!" My friend calls from a distance and I glance towards her. Oh yeah... that's me Keith Burton, you're average looking German shepherd. "Sorry for keeping you wait."
"It's no prob." I reply hiding my irritation with an enthusiastic voice, it's not like I wasn't expecting her to show up on time anyway. "So what was the hold up this time?"
She stops herself a few feet from me. "This time?" She questions. Mary, or Mahri as she'd prefer her name to be read with the Spanish sound of "a." Well she's the kind of person you know that will always look for a fight... and not in a very girly way if you ask me.
"Sorry." I must be quick with the apology before she picks it up. "So what was the problem? I thought you said you just needed your notebook."
She waits... measuring me, and that always gets me nervous. Mary may be a small corgi but she acts like a lion when prowling. "...Rrriiiiiight." She says glancing at me before looking behind her and then to her sides, watching for someone within earshot.
"You won't believe this." She says like with the energy of a cub in Christmas eve. "Guess who asked me out?"
Oh great... I feel my eyes rolling in its sockets. Here am I mopping about how my love life sucks and my only (sad face) friend comes to rub her new date on my face. I should be happy I know but... er... I mean yeah... she doesn't know about me and I've been lying about my love life and... never mind; cool, she's got a date and I have to play chaperon but I'm like: Meh... so let's play a bit. "Collin?" I ask.
"What?!" She explodes bemused. "No! Ugh... ew. Not Collin."
"What? Collin's a great guy... just a little..."
"Come on he defines the weird in weirdo."
I'll give that to her, Collin's a great guy athletic and shit but he's also... an EMO-punk-geek? Does that even exist? "Come on give him a chance, he's been drooling over you for about a year now."
"Yeah, you say that 'cuz he's your friend. You won't guilt me into dating that freakshow."
I give up with a small laugh. I don't consider him a friend really, we do get along but he's... different, and no, not my "different" kind of different. I wouldn't go for him at all and wouldn't let Mary do so.
"It's Al."
Ok, now that's someone. "Al... like in Alphonse Cooper?"
"The same!" She squealed... Oh come on, girls these days.
"Alphonse Cooper, best or second best in every sport he tries?"
"Yeah!" She says exited.
"Al Coop, birdbrain failing all his classes?"
"Well, yeah..." She replies with less enthusiasm...
"Al C., professional heartbreaker?"
"Eh..." She's speechless. I let her process my words. So... look, ours, mine and Mary's relationship, is akin to those who have known each other for the better part of their existence. That kind of relationship in which you feel the other a sibling without being blood related, acquiring all the benefits and responsibilities... and sadly all the nuisance too. Which is why I'd rather have her not date the hunky dobie.
"Al, manipulador expe..."
"Ok, I get it!" She finally snaps, so I back away a fair thirteen feet away from her... just outside the blasting area, you know? Normal procedure. "I know about his reputation but..."
"I'm just saying what's known about this guy." I close our distance and put a paw on her shoulder. "But I don't like the idea of you dating him. You know I worry about you, so please, just know that whatever happens I'll be there."
She smiles at me. She trusts me, and that warms my heart... shame that same heart is burning with jealousy! FUCK THAT'S ONE HELL OF A CATCH! I swear if given the chance I'd turn that Doberman guy so gay he'd be the main attraction at Rio de Janeiro's carnival.
"Erm..." Ok here she comes with the real news. "He just asked me to accompany him to the mall."
Great, now I get to do some body guarding? "And?" I ask in a disapproving tone.
"Well I was gonna say you could go ahead since he's got his own car..."
"But..." I try completing her sentence right before she tries the puppy eyes trick, come on that's just low! "I'm not going!"
"Hey! You're the one who said "I will be there"." She remarks my words with her little fingers... I should be more careful with what I say.
"I didn't mean literally. I won't be any third wheel."
"Well you're not going to be alone Dwight is coming too."
Ok, that's another nice name... Dwight Hunter, Judo master and karate practitioner, a kind-of-nice (though I'd rather say lethargic) but troubled kid that is another one to always attract females like flies to honey. Notice how I choose flies over bees? That's because once I heard him comment on how girls were turning themselves into a pest for him while hiding from them in the men's room... we had a nice chat there, a little manly banter before I left... right after I popped a hardon, he did say something suggestive that had me thinking for a week you know, but...
"Ok... Dwight, the best-man. So what? You said this was a visit to the mall not that I'd be giving the bride away already."
Ow! I receive a punch for my troubles, but... I mean, Dwight? Ok, cool I know the guy from some of the junior classes I'm taking, and he's pretty calm and shit but... I won't share my time with that Doberman's hired muscle, he's not a bully per-se but Alphonse's problems with unlucky brothers and protective relatives always drag him into problems.
"What do you think Alphonse would say if you carry me around?" I ask Mary trying to coher with her. "I'll tell you what he'll think, that you're insecure and don't trust him, do you want him to think that?"
While what I said is true, I'm just trying to get rid of this weird invitation to pass time with some jocks, and also I have raid in a few hours... so I should probably finish homework before that time or the parents will be gnawing on my back.
"You're right. You'll have your phone with you right?"
"Always." I show and wave it at her. Not to her face mind you, just so she can see it.
"Right..." She says and we wait in silence for a minute or so before the pair of canines comes out of the school. "Here he comes!" She squeals again, obviously forgetting all the warnings and worries we just talked about... sometimes I wonder if this is a women thing or if it's what love does to you. Hmm... too soon for love so let's go with the women thing.
"You ready?" the dobie asks my corgi friend ignoring me completely... something I expected of course.
"Yeah, we are!" She exclaims.
"We?"
"Oh, s-sorry."
I was about to reply to her when I hear a long sigh escaping someone. When I turn my head to see who it was... Alphonse's holding his chest with a stupid face of relieve, ok that was offensive but I let it go because I don't want to cause trouble to Mary... and I don't want to get beaten to pulp by these brutes.
"So should we get going." the Doberman says.
"Sure!" Girls...
As they pass by me -without a proper good bye- and walk to the far corner of the parking area, I catch Dwight's tired brown eyes. The big hyena slowly nods at me, I reply the same but with a confident nod and he smiles weakly at my gesture. At least someone's still educated enough to acknowledge others, sadly I might be a target of his punches as well in the next couple of weeks should something go sour.
And so, they go... I overhear Al saying they're just going to drop Dwight near his neighborhood before going to the mall. Well at least without that perky corgi asking for a ride I have some minutes to spare... so let's pretend to just be watching the practice and not glancing at some football butts.
"Damn... I can't believe how much this farming's taking." I complain into the mic. It's late into the night and I'm tired, but still I make some sleep sacrifices for the guild. "Come again? Where's the guy who said he'd get all the fragments by himself?" Comes the chuckling digital response of Vøjtec, his juvenile baritone and Hispanic accent giving a dry yet interesting quality to his voice. "Anyway, how much more do you need, Darigan?" he asks our last member. "Twenty five to complete this one." Darigan's voice sounds deep, a huge give away of his age. "And how much to reach unfriendly?" "Please don't say it, you're gonna make me cry." I plead, fuck I don't want to know how much more this hell we still have to go through. "You know what? It's a quarter past twelve already and I think you guys should seriously be asleep." The old man says. "Sad but I'll have to agree, I'm dying here." "Likewise." Seriously, I feel like a sack of potatoes. "Wimpies. You're lucky I'm in such a good mood today. So I guess I'll let you guys be." Darigan lets out amused. Lucky bastard I know why he's in such a good mood, but it's Voj who steals the punch-line. "Someone's still rubbing his balls with that Neltharion's tear, eh?" "Whoa! I think I can hear it right now EW!" I have to take off my headphone before the sound of laugher shatter my eardrums. "Hahaha... you dirty old rhino." I can still hear Voj's voice over the head gear, maybe mom's right and I'm gonna be deaf by twenty or something with that much sound blasting my ears. "Har, hardy, har... just get go some sleep guys, I'll get some more carapaces and call it a night as well." Our guild master calls out. "Hahaha! Yeah, just don't rub that horn too hard, see yah!"
I laugh at my own joke and close my teamspeak before Darigan can reply, the old bastard. He's fun but have a little too much free time, retirement seriously suits him. I wish I could grow old like that, still cheerful and fun but responsible enough to send others to sleep. So... yeah, roleplaying and that is fun and all but... fuck Ahn'Qiraj's gate and their stupid rep-farming! I quickly teleport to SW and check the AH only to find I've been out-bidden on the hourglass sand... meh... I close my WoW window and think on what to do now... I'm tired but not enough to fall like a rock into sleep, what to do...?
"Maybe rub a good one myself?"
I laugh at my stupid comment but...
"Fuck..."
I laugh again, I just remembered this mornings dream, erotic dream...
"Shit..."
Now I feel somewhat embarrassed that I dream about those to guys fucking, anyway while I start browsing something crawls into my thoughts and start thinking about my day... average all things considered, if you ignore the fact that certain corgi's parents raged against me for not driving her home, I don't believe those people, every day they see you with their daughter they frown at you, but the one day -and I mean ONE day- you don't bring her home, they panic and blame you for something that probably would not happen... they let hell break loose on you.
Anyway, once Mary arrived home and all that pent up rage went over certain dobie's shoulders it all went right back to normal. Luckily too because, knowing myself, I wouldn't be able to sleep and I think I would give up to what Marys' parents said about me being guilty if something happened to her while I was playing some stupid game. Fuck WoW really have me by the balls but, to my ease my own conscience, I did try calling her.
Speaking of which, as I scan for how much times I called Mary. So I can berate her with proper numbers and shit, I notice a few unread messages. Three of them from an unknown number...
[Hi]
The first one read... pretty simply. Sent at a quarter to eight.
[u der?]
Was the second. Hmm... it was sent eight oh nine pm, I was too immerse wiping on Chromaggus to answer that... he's hard ok? More with the noobsters we had to take in 'cuz some people have a "real life" to attend to... wait, that didn't sound right.
[we need to talk.]
The third one was sent a minute after the last... hmm, I don't really have any friends that send messages. Moreover, only people to have my number are my parents, a few relatives and Mary... who's on my list as perky-blob... private joke friends, don't smile if you don't know.
So, should I call this person...? I ask myself, it's not like they haven't been waiting for a response right? I also notice this same number has called me twice around nine... time on which our (failed) attempts at Nefarian took place.
"Who the hell are you...?"
I hear myself speak; I do speak under my breath when stressed... I don't know why these calls and texts have me... scared?
Without a thought I press the reply button, and put the phone next to my pointy ear... now if I could stop it from perking away.
No response... the call goes on and on with out response.
Hmm... I try again and let the phone ring, and ring, and ring... and fucking ring. I lost patience then. Maybe this guy is already asleep? Oh and why do I assume it's a guy? Maybe it's just one of Mary's friends asking for a tutor... fuck I don't want to spend my afternoons with some dumb blond or stupid gal. But if the texts are any indication I highly doubt it's a girl... call it gay instinct or whatever, but those texts without a presentation and so direct either come from a guy or a very, very angry girl. No way it was Mary she knows I won't answer my phone at that hour, so that leave me with the guy option, and that unsettles me enough to erode any sexual desire I had.
I try calling again. Maybe this time...
"Who's this?!"
I immediately hung him. Well yes it's a boy and he sounds angry. But... that voice?
*RING* Goes my cellphone... it's the same number, shit now I realize that maybe I should have hidden my number before calling back.
*RING* The damn machine goes. What can I say... what to say?
"...the fuck?"
Why am I so nervous? It's not like I decided to call this guy out of the blue, it was him who did... I had a reason didn't I, to do my call. I pick up the call and say my customary. "Hello."
"Well, well... look who's decided to finally call."
