Wilkinson didn't have much to do except stray on in some terminology. Roumanian I think. Despite my inability to speak or remember any of it, philosophers' stone was parlaying the language perfectly, sometimes even before they left the private instructor's mouth. Maybe I got his emphasis wrong ? I've never met an side somebody. I've seen them on TV and everything but this is the material passel. And he was so handsome.

Like those Greek statues you see, towering in neatly mowed lawns, every inch of them perfect. And I mean, every in, which left little to my imagination. It was impossible not to steal a glance at his crotch, and I immediately regretted it as my attire for that day was a dyad of very revealing black denim littered with chain and buckles. The little swelling beneath Elixir's knock buckle sent my mind into madness, and the midget part of my scruples screamed at me not to fuck thing up by being irrational.

As I had expected, Sir Geoffrey Wilkinson was finally summoned from the elbow room in that ‘ duty calls'fashion, and the whole room let out a sigh of reliever.

Elixir seemed to want to cook me as nervous as sin, by striking up a conversation immediately,
"So where are you from originally ?"That accent was driving me crazy, and I had to take a farsighted breather to slow down. As calmly as possible, I replied,"Montana."I didn't want to say anymore than that out of awkwardness, but I soon kicked myself inside, shouting at my scruples to fuck off, that staying silent would get me nowhere.

"How about you ? How do you speak Romanian so well when you're English ? ”, I questioned. Idly, he leant back onto the chair, one elbow rested on the street corner of mine. Avoiding contact would've been nonsuch for me, however, I didn't want him to consider me as a lusus naturae or something.

"Tricks of the trade, my friend. ”, he soothed, the representative derived of enthusiasm, but strangely enthralling,"most of my family are from Romania."

"Where the vampires come from ? ”, I asked, trying to continue a cursory conversation, but the gossip made philosophers' stone's sassing fissure into a wide grinning, and he chuckled quietly through his nose. He rather reminded me of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland ; dissimilar, peculiar, but aristocratically charming with the all but faux smile.

I hated smiling ; my braces made me await about six, but the cute dimple in my cheeks evened them out. Still, if no span meant no dimples, I wouldn't care as long as I didn't have two fucking track roads in my rima oris ...

"What's your storey ? ”, he suddenly asked, attempting to turn over deeper inside me, theoretically that is. Not that I wouldn't like him inside me or vice versa, but had no idea of his orientation or preference. digit crossed the odds would be forever in my favour. Sorry, I'm obsessed with The Hunger biz.

The yak in the room was substantive, so I assumed it rubber to talk openly with him without inquisitive ears joining our banter.

"My mom died when I was five, in a car accident. I was in the car, but I only broke rib. I have these horrible scar on my back where the glass shattered onto me. Apparently they'll never go away. My dad turned to drink, started abusing me a lot. ”, I didn't mention it still happened now, I couldn't trust him yet,"I've had to fend for myself for a while, but I've pulled through. We move states a lot because the police are after him. I would turn him in for my safety, but I'd have nowhere to go."

Emotion didn't break into my voice once, and I was silently proud of myself. The unhurt account had really been my way of crying out to him that I needed someone to love me. trivial did I know, he got the jest well.

The bell of the bell, pitchy as it is, was the most wondrous randomness to pick up, and everyone practically leapt from their seats for lunchtime. Only two more periods of this melodrama then place clip ... then another one and half semesters ... and Sir Thomas More years ... It dragged me down, but at least I had one friend.

This friend's part, low and seductive it was, suggested,"Mind if I tag along ?"
"Um ... ‘ course not. ”, I replied, holding back my trepidation and my need to shout ‘ grade'at the idea of us hanging out. Passing some citizenry in the corridors, looking like he did, stares were attracted, but some of the other Goth guy wire, as there seemed more than a few here, fist-bumped him or gave him a friendly nod, to which he always returned.

The prospect of luncheon also quickened my pace, as the smell of the canteen wafted to my nozzle. For the past few days I had survived solely on non alcoholic drinks and fighting here and there, so I was desperate for something to fill my growling stomach.

And for something to deflect my psyche from the five-nine apparition of peach striding alongside me.

My berm sagged in disappointment when I saw the clump of whoreson propped up against a wall in the corridor leading to the canteen. It was almost as though they were waiting for me.

"smell, cuss. It's our small friend flower eyes ! ”, chorused the dick of a leader, lurching off the wall and stomping towards me, tailed by his cortege of fuckwhits. Opening my mouth to defend myself, all I could manage was a small squeak of electric shock as Elixir grabbed my arm and forced me behind him.

Placing his muscled flesh between scrawny small me and the strapping jock, his jaw set harshly, tensing as he glared through narrow down middle at the menace. He ... defended ... me ... My mind was a blur ... Why was he sticking up for me ? He barely knew me ? What the fuck is going on ? !

"Oh, ain't that sweet. You defending his fiddling ass ? You got some Lucille Ball kid. ”, spat River Trent, the jock Alpha Male, squaring up his brawny chest with philosopher's stone. He attempted to snap up round to me, but my guardian angel pulled us both by quickly, hissing,

"I'd continue your hands off him if I were you, Trent."He didn't even heighten his tone.

"Pfft. Don't evidence me what to do you twisted faggot. And who are you anyway ? ”, Trent growled back.

"I'm his boyfriend."Fuck ... ass ... fuc ... fu ... f ... ...

"jailbreak it up, boys ! ”, yelled Mr Arthur, the rugby teacher. No one messed with that lump of junk, so the supporter backed off in an instant, nodding to their handler.

As for philosopher's stone, he turned, took me by the hand and literally frog marched me away from campus to the outback. A subject of baron scrub with one tree in the middle, which we plopped down beneath. This lieu had once been a fief for the gang and emos, when ‘ battle'commenced between the two classify offspring of lodge. It wasn't anymore. No one went there. Apart from us two.

elixir glanced over to me, and upon seeing the flabbergasted facial expression I held, laughed again. The Cheshire Cat he was. oral cavity spreading into that associate grin. supercilium furrowing, I cursed,
"stoppage fucking laughing ! It isn't funny !"

He stopped on my command. Speechless."What's wrong ?"
"What's wrong ? ! ”, I echoed,"You ... they ... I'm not ... you said ..."

"I said I was your young man ? It made them lay off didn't it ? ”, he finished, arms raised and hired man behind his whisker. I was astounded by my misconception of the situation, and at his ‘ harmless'use of the title ‘ boyfriend ’.

"That's it ? ! ”, I cried, jumping to my feet, enraged,"That's fucking it ? !"With confused, puppy-like eyes, philosophers' stone watched me flame and rant and furuncle with choler.

"You didn't take it seriously did you ?"There was no laughter in his deadly dangerous vocalisation, and the sudden assumption made me pause, mid-seethe, standing right in front of him.

"Well ? ”, he pressed, locution still mournful. Eyes filling with bout, I collapsed hard into the shite, heels apart and bunt banging against the ground, stinging.

"Why do I diminish in love so easily ? ”, I whimpered, attempting to sniffle back bout, but not succeeding. Elixir sat forward, confused and intrigued by my confessions and doubtfulness."Why ? We don't know each other ... But when you called me that ... I almost broke down."

"Alice ... ”, his magnetising voice purred gently, but I gave him no chance to answer,
"No ! How could you use that expression so carelessly and not moot how I felt ? !"

"You said it yourself. We don't know each other. ”, he breathed, manpower laying upon my articulatio humeri. Through muffled sobs I managed to heave,"I know ... but why can't ... we get to know ... each other ..."

"Are you asking me out ? ”, philosopher's stone chuckled. His cold finger point and harsh mitt clutched my cheeks, the slender pressure he applied lifting my fountainhead, and with it my eyes. He made it unsufferable to avoid his captivating gaze, and my voice caught in my pharynx. Lustfully, I nodded, the desire growing in his eyes.

I suppose the circumstances of my first, passionate gay kiss could have been better, and not occurred after a one sided argument, but it couldn't be helped.

And neither could it be helped that, as his house lips met mine, I released the hunger for him within me. It coursed through my venous blood vessel in a myriad of pleasance and pain. Pleasure as his tongue parted my thirsty rim and endeavoured to search my mouth.

delight as his roaming hands landed on my second joint, and he pulled my dead body onto his lap.

joy as our bodies and breathing space mingles, and his thigh press into my crotch got me horny beyond belief.

Then the pain. The pain of knowing I was letting it happen again. The pain of knowing it would all turn around and bite me in the arse.

Erasing the pleasure, and partly pain, Elixir pulled back. Our intimation came great and shallow, as though the animals within us were only now receding back into their hovel, awaiting our adjacent friend.

"So I guess I really am your boyfriend then ? ”, I panted, cheeks flushing.

"Congratulations, Holmes. Your first successful deduction. ”, Elixir murmured back. Muttering a lowly expletive to his sarcasm, I let his arms surround my body, and his backtalk close over mine again ...