Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2013 21:00:45 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Room 108 Chapter 10 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 10: The Anticipation


       "Coach I love you. I wish you were my father, instead of that
bastard out in New Mexico. Thank you for talking to me."

       While this scene was sweet in nature, I knew it couldn't last
forever, and no sooner had he said this than his I phone started ringing
which he had laid out on the table in front of us. The music of Wiz Khalifa
broke the air and our quiet revelry. He grabbed it immediately, and started
reading it. He looked at me, with a pleasant smile on his face and got up
and started moving towards his bike. I was afraid again that this was a
part of his trap, but he reassured me with his words.

       "Gideon and Byron say they aren't going to save me anymore pad thai
unless I get there soon. Thanks for the talk Coach. There is more I want to
ask you, but this lame ass Spanish teacher assigned them this huge project,
and I'm going to help. Oh and by the way, we have a little surprise for you
on Friday after practice."

       With those words he hopped onto his bike and immediately started
pedaling in the direction of what I can only assume to be Byron's house,
leaving me to finish my blackberry milkshake alone with my thoughts.

	I began the slow walk back to my apartment shortly before 9, lost
in my own thoughts. Today had started out frightening in a way that few can
only imagine, and many times over the course of it, I had thought that I
would end up in jail. And yet, here I was at the end of the day, walking on
my own freedom and with a delicious blackberry milkshake to boot. Life was
good. Not only was I free on my own will, but I had laid the groundwork for
a fruitful and legal relationship with Hayden. I was sure that we would
develop ourselves gradually, but there was no doubt in my mind that I had
finally won his trust.

	The only nagging question I had in my mind, was what exactly did he
mean when he said that Gideon and Byron had a surprise for me after
practice on Friday? The thought alone was enough to make my brain hurt
worse than the brain freeze that the milkshake was providing. When I got
home I took three of my melatonin pills so I could get a peaceful night's
sleep. With the images of Hayden laying on me, and the smell of his hair
still lingering on me, I was out within a half an hour.

	The next few days seemed to fly by in a blur that you only usually
see in the movies when they want to be cheesy in regards to how time seems
to fly by. Gideon and Byron showed no sign of a change in the relationship
that the three of us shared which was somewhat of a relief. Maybe Hayden
was just giving me a rise after our conversation.

	The major change was in Hayden himself. He had always been polite
to me in the hallway, and had never given me any sort of disruption in
class. His homework was always punctual, and he was a pretty solid B+
student. But now it was like there was a change about him. Whereas he had
usually arrived almost tardy to class, Hayden was now the first to show up
and I almost had to force him out of the room because he would ask
questions about the assignment. Questions I knew he had the answers too,
but I think he just wanted to stay with me. And he had always been a leader
in the classroom, but now if any student spoke out of turn or started to
act up, Hayden would be on their case. It was like he wanted to make sure I
knew he cared about me, and the best way he knew to show it was to look out
for me in my classroom. I won't say I allowed him to be my equal by any
stretch of the imagination, but he was definitely starting to feel some
sense of ownership in how the classroom was being handled. He was feeling
pride in himself, and I don't think I'm too far off the base here, but he
was starting to feel pride in my. He wanted me to know he looked up to me.

	The most obvious sign of the change in his behavior was a
conversation that Jacobson and I had later in the week.

	"Michael, I don't know what you are doing but Hayden Van Diver has
completely changed his behavior from last year. When we heard about him
last year, we all shuddered thinking about having him in class. Now, he's
the model student. He's turning in his assignments, he hasn't had a lick of
trouble, and he's polite! It's weird! I asked him what was going on in that
blonde head of his and he just shrugged his shoulders and told me that
maybe it was because of the cool teachers like you AND ME that he was doing
better. It's almost like he's been cloned and all the disruption has been
taken out of him."

	I must admit that my face turned a little pale from this
conversation as I still wasn't entirely sure of where Hayden and I
stood. Yes our conversation had been sweet and I felt I could trust him,
but who knew what would come of it after a few days. Maybe he might feel
remorse, guilt or even revulsion after our conversation. But it seemed that
my trust and faith in young Mr. Van Diver was entirely well-founded.

	Friday Advisory was surely interesting to say the least because of
Byron and Marissa's banter and their many snickering fights that continued
to go on unabated no matter how much I tried to move them apart. They never
got to the point where I would think of sending them to the principal's
office, but they were becoming more annoying. Byron oddly enough never
started them, but once Marissa got him started, it would take all my powers
of persuasion in order to calm him down. Friday was no different.

	"Mr. Lambert, Bryon is wearing one of those bracelets that have the
marijuana symbol on it! I think you should report him to Ms. Arthur's
office! Those bracelets are strictly forbidden by the student handbook!"
Technically she was correct, but I had spoken to Jacobson about them, and
the schools policy was pretty clear. As long as the student wasn't outright
advocating the use of pot, the teachers would just ignore them. Marissa was
obviously mad at Byron because the grapevine told us that she had again
made a romantic gesture to him, and he rejected it.

	"Marissa, back off of me! I swear, it's like you are some sort of
crazy person! It's just a bracelet and I've seen like a dozen others since
school started! Seriously, I don't want to go out with you, and you trying
to get me in trouble isn't helping! Why would I want to go out with someone
like you, who is always trying to get me in trouble?? Do you think I'm a
retard or something?" Byron jumped out of his desk when he spoke these
words to her, and his hands went out to his sides in what the kids call the
"come at me bro" stance. It was cute, but I could tell he was starting to
get riled up. His use of the word retard was offensive to me, and it did
require I punish him. But Marissa wasn't going to get off so easy.

	"You two that's enough! All you do is get under each other's skin!
It's not only childish, but it's disruptive to everyone else in this class!
Marissa one day of lunch detention for you for starting the argument, and
Byron one day of lunch detention for your use of that word you know I can't
stand! Do I make myself clear?" I stared both of them down when I spoke
these words, but I wanted to make sure Marissa knew I was tired of her
childish attitude. She was going to start leaving Byron alone whether she
liked it or not.

       Byron just nodded at me. He knew what he said was wrong, and luckily
for both of us he knew that I assigning him lunch detention was a
face-saving maneuver for both of us. Lunch detention was a light enough
punishment that it wouldn't get him kicked off the team, but it was enough
so that others knew that this behavior wasn't to be tolerated.

       Marissa on the other hand looked close to tears. And to be perfectly
honest with you, I was happy about that. She wasn't a bad student by any
stretch of the imagination, but her superiority complex made it seem as if
she thought she was my equal, and thusly she could get away with things
that I would not normally allow. This was the farthest from the truth, and
I felt she needed to be brought back down to earth. Like Byron, she knew it
wasn't the end of the world literally speaking. Her mother would talk to
her about the choices she had made probably, and within a week she would
have forgotten it except for the lesson that it had taught her. This lunch
detention was serving its purpose and it hadn't even started just yet. Plus
it would allow me to keep an eye on Byron and maybe he would give up what
they were planning this evening.

       The period ended, and life went on for the next few periods. Word
got out that Mr. Lambert had punished Marissa Juniper and Byron Phillips,
and the word was largely receptive. The other teachers felt I had acted in
the best way possible, with a light enough punishment that no one's
collegiate futures would be jeopardized, but that everyone would settle
back down in this small little group. Hayden did try and approach me, out
of concern that this lunch discipline would affect Byron's ability to play
in the game on Wednesday, but I informed him that only actual AFTER SCHOOL
detentions would warrant suspension from the games. Byron was safe, again
all part of my plan.

       I was looking forward to my little lunch date, when I felt a tug on
my shirt as I walked out of the teachers' lounge with my lunch. I was
surprised when I turned around and saw Marissa there with two things. One
was her outstretched hand which held a note in it, and the other was a
smile of triumph. I felt dread immediately.

       "Mr. Lambert, this is a note from Ms. McAdams, the yearbook teacher
as I'm sure you are aware of. She says that I have to attend her at lunch
for today in order to start work on the yearbook. It explains everything in
the note. "

       I took a cursory glance over the note, and in my head cursed
McAdams. Why in the name of almighty God was she starting yearbook this
early? School hadn't even been in session for two whole weeks just yet. But
once I read the note, I was surprised that I actually had a gain over
Marissa. She had probably volunteered her services in the hopes that she
might get out of lunch detention. She was not prepared for the surprise I
delivered to her.

       "Marissa, this note does excuse you from lunch detention today. But
it does not excuse you from the make-up lunch detention I am assigning you
for Monday. I'll speak with Ms. McAdams and make sure that this is fine the
first time, because the yearbook is important. But if you miss the next
make up lunch detention, I'll have to assign you one session of After
School Detention. Have a good day!" I walked away from her, before her
mouth could hit the floor completely. Byron was alone in my room and I
didn't want that little devil to have too much time alone. Who knows what
trouble he would find himself in?

       My fear that Byron would be alone, and would have possibly light the
school on fire were completely unfounded when I walked in. Not only was he
not alone, but Hayden and Gideon were sitting on either side of him, calmly
eating their lunches as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In
fact when I walked in, Gideon looked up at me and was the first to talk.

       "Well it's about time Coach, we thought you were going to stand us
up on our little lunch date. Since you gave Byron lunch detention, and we
are the three best friends in the school, Hayden and me decided it was only
fair that you would have to suffer through lunch with us as well." Hayden
merely made eye contact with me, and with both a smirk and a wink, started
to eat his lunch back up.

       "Gideon, I'm afraid that if I tried to argue with you, all it would
serve is to frustrate me, give you someone to fight with, and provide Byron
and Hayden with some amusement. And since the point of lunch detention is
to feel some sort of remorse over what you have done, I'm going to allow it
this once. But you three are not to talk to one another, and I'm going to
be over here grading my papers, and eating my turkey sandwich which is
delicious. Understand me boys?"

       They all nodded their heads at me and resumed eating their
lunches. Now normally, I wouldn't have allowed this, but it would have
turned out exactly as I described, and what harm could be done. I wasn't
going to be making a move on them during lunch, as I kept my door open to
let some additional air in. And I knew they weren't going to be making the
moves on me during lunch, because God only knows who might happen to walk
by and see something. These boys still had a reputation to uphold. I
figured it would just be the battle not fought for the sake of peace, to
allow Gideon and Hayden to stay up here and show a sign of solidarity with
Byron.

       I decided to take my seat, and do exactly what I had told them I was
going to do. If I had set down with them to enjoy my lunch with them, they
might have taken that as a sign that I was going to tolerate Byron's antics
in our group, but would punish them only for the sake of appearances. I
truly did hate the word that Byron had used in describing Marissa, and so I
decided to just eat my lunch and keep my distance.

       I sat down and started grading their assignments from over the
weekend. It was a boring question and answer assignment designed to simply
lay the groundwork for an in-depth look at the Southeastern region of the
United States. Exciting stuff I know, but I needed them to have the basic
skills necessary before I got crazy with their assignments. I could have
graded these assignments in my sleep, and in fact I did go a little bit on
autopilot for a few minutes. It was only when I heard the slight snickering
of Gideon and Byron that I decided to shift my peripheral gaze away from
the papers and onto the three boys.

       While nothing appeared to be happening above their desks where they
were sitting, it was when I took my glance downward that I noticed
something both amusing and sensual. Hayden was sitting the farthest from
me, and to all intents and purposes was eating his lunch and just spacing
out on the rest of us. Gideon and Byron were sitting next to each other,
and were in fact practically on top of each other in terms of their
desks. They weren't talking to each other, but were occasionally making eye
contact with each other and smiling deliriously. Their arms were on the
desk, so I knew they weren't in anyway tickling each other, but as I cast
my gaze downward, I noticed something cute and at the same time, very
unusual for teenage boys to do. In fact it was a lost art form that I don't
think many young adult couples still know how to do. Gideon and Byron were
playing footsies with each other.

       Their legs were on top of each other, almost intertwined
really. Byron's large Osiris sneakers were technically touching the floor
and were sitting there enjoying the massage that Gideon's bare feet were
giving them. Gideon had kicked off his Glide sandals and had somehow
managed to take off his socks as well, because they were lying
semi-discreetly next to him. Byron's legs were hairless as I had noticed
earlier, and Gideon was just slowly running his big toes up and down
Byron's legs. Byron would occasionally be the first to giggle, from what I
assumed was enjoyment from the moves that Gideon was laying on him, while
Gideon would respond momentarily but from making his friend excited, and
not from any actual enjoyment that he might be receiving. The scene was
actually very erotic and something that would have normally gotten a rise
out of me. It was just so incredibly sensual, and captivating to me at the
same time. I could not even begin to understand how Hayden was remaining
oblivious to all of this.

       I allowed this scene to play out for another minute, before I
decided it was time to send the boys back down to the cafeteria in order to
return their trays. They were only getting off five minutes earlier, and
aside from the scene described previously, their behavior had been exactly
what I had wanted it to be. Byron had shown a decent amount of remorse for
his actions, and Gideon and Hayden had never been actually assigned
anything so they were technically free to go at any time. I decided I would
make some measure of my knowledge to their activities known.

       "Alright boys that's enough for today. You may gather your things
and return your trays to lunch. Byron I want to make it very clear that I
have higher expectations for you, and will not tolerate such an outburst in
my class ever again. Do you understand me?"

       "Yes coach, and I'm very sorry. It's just Marissa is such a
cun...never mind. I suppose that my language is what got me in trouble
already, so I shouldn't be expecting too much slack from you anymore in
that area, right coach?" He smirked at me, again thinking we were equals,
but I was going to pull the rug out from him and Gideon's legs.

       "You are correct Mr. Phillips. Oh and Gideon don't forget your
socks. You may want them to keep you warm, and I'm sure Byron is the only
one who appreciates your foot massages."

       All three boys just stood there staring at me for a good minute. The
tension was intense and for a minute I thought I had pushed it too far, but
again Hayden was too my rescue, always looking out for me. He started
laughing hysterically, and moving the boys in the direction of the door. At
first Gideon and Byron still looked very pale, but they took their cues
from Hayden, and once they got to the door, they were laughing as loud as
he was, and were almost doubled over with laughter. You could still hear
their laughter as they walked down the hallway. I counted my lucky stars,
and turned around to get my materials ready for the next period when Hayden
came rushing back into the classroom.

       "Thanks for letting us share in Byron's punishment Coach. I promise
I'll speak to him later about this, and make sure it never happens
again. Oh and don't think we've forgotten about your surprise later, after
practice." Again as soon as he said these words, he was back out in the
hallway, and the bell rang letting me know lunch, and my peace of mind for
today were out the door.

*****

I would like to dedicate this chapter to a few important people that I've
come across. First off to my loyal support personnel, who always offer to
proofread, and then send back nothing but praise. You fellows are the rock
on which I build my slightly immoral church. Next, I would like to also
dedicate this two very special readers who I have come to regard almost as
family. Jeremy and Scott, I hope you like this chapter.

I know I said this chapter might have some sexiness, but the more I thought
about it, how much better would it be for the boys to taunt coach in his
very classroom with a little footsy display, before practice? I trust, and
know, many of you would agree with me. Stay tuned for the locker room
scene, Part two. And bring some tissues or a rag ;)

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