Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 18:01:08 -0500
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 21 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 21: The Prognosis

       "Michael, I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul. I can
sense that you are a sweet guy, and I just want to spend time with you,
getting to know you and seeing what sort of man you can help me to
become. I trust you that the boys are special to you in a family sort of
way, and I want you to know that I support whatever you do with them."

       He sealed this little speech of his, with another kiss on my lips,
with just the slightest bit of penetration of his tongue into my mouth, and
slightly swishing itself across my tongue. The most erotic images just
flashed through my mind, of me throwing Liam down and ripping his clothes
off and making sweet love to him. There would have been nothing more that I
would have liked to have done, but considering we were on the front lawn of
my apartment complex, and Mrs. Ruiz in 7102 is an extreme bitch, I didn't
think that was really going to be in the best interest of everyone.

       As we broke off our kiss, I whispered to him "Would you like to come
inside for some coffee?", but before he could answer, my phone dinged to
indicate to me that I had received a text message. I went to check it
quickly; annoyed that someone would be disturbing my time with Liam. The
message however, showed me that any fun I was to have with Liam would be
put on hold for a while.

       "Coach, this is Hayden. My mom wants to talk to you..."

       My only mental response was to panic, but also to remind myself that
there was no real reason to panic, as Liam had explained to me earlier. I
had not transgressed any boundaries with the boys, and the evidence to the
contrary was purely circumstantial. There was no way that they could tie to
me where the boys had been, I had been careful about that. Instead of panic
setting into my mindset, I was more nervous and anxious about the situation
with a slight tinge of concern thrown into the mix. I decided to test the
boundaries of my relationship with Liam and clue him into what was going
on.

       "Liam, I want to show you this message, I'm not sure what it means,
but it means something. I want you to know that I trust you, and I might
need your help with whatever this is. Do you still want to stick around
with this old man?"

       "Michael, you are far from old, and as I've said it a million times
now, there isn't any way I'm going to just run off on you. You'll find some
young buck before too long, and then I'll be the lonely one. You'll never
get rid of me that I am certain of."

       Liam grabbed my phone to see what message had come through. As he
sat there reading it, which took all of ten seconds, I thought of how
perfect this young man was for me. He was intelligent, earning good grades
in all his other college classes and still finding time to help me with my
classes. He was a drop dead stud, I could tell that much from the brief
encounter we had a few days prior. He was loyal to me and the boys, not for
one second did I think he would betray me to Ms. Arthur or the cops. I felt
safe and secure with him. I felt love growing for him. I felt that he could
possibly be the one that I would want to spend the rest of my life
with. Liam Malcomb was becoming someone special to me and I was fairly
certain that I knew what kind of special that was.

       Once he had finished reading the text message, he put the phone down
and looked over at me, with not even the slightest trace of doubt in his
beautiful face. He just smiled at me with the mischievous grin that I would
have expected to see on Hayden or Byron, while on Liam it seemed even more
out of place. I just sat there and laughed at him while he spoke.


       "Well Coach...looks like you have a meeting in the morning. Wonder
what old lady Van Diver could want with you? Maybe she's concerned about
Hayden's grades?"

       "That couldn't possibly be it. Hayden's a straight A student in my
class, and he works hard to maintain those grades. I've never cut him any
breaks on him as well. If anyone should have worries about grades, it
should be Byron. "

       "Oh come on Michael, if you just lightened up on Byron, he might do
better. He's struggling to maintain the B average that you want from
them. Gideon spends his free time tutoring Byron, and he's really been
making an effort. You should take notice of it!"

       "Gideon's been tutoring Byron? How did I not notice it? No wonder
their homework assignments have almost identical answers! Liam, I don't
think Gideon has been tutoring Byron, I think Gideon has been letting Byron
cheat off of him!"

       We both sat on the bench outside for the next hours, just comparing
notes on the boys, the game, the weather, current politics, and nothing at
all. All we wanted to do was to spend more time with each other,
intertwined as we were. He had his head on my shoulder, while my arm was
around the back of him. It was the most natural pose in the world, and the
cool night air only made us want to spend more time together as the body
heat we both gave off made us cling to each other like two turtle-doves
locked in an lover's embrace. 11 o'clock came and we knew that we had to
break it up in order to get some sleep. 5.45 comes too soon when you are a
teacher.

       Liam drove off, and I settled into bed by my lonesome, kicking
myself for not inviting Liam in and taking advantage of the trust that we
had developed. Our relationship was beginning to emerge into something
real, and if I had been smart we could have used that momentum to build
into something passionate. However, as fleeting as the sands through an
hour glass, that moment had passed and now I had to spend my night tossing
and turning over what had not happened, and what I had deeply desired to
happen.

       As stated previously 5.45 came earlier than I would have liked to,
and before I knew what was going on, it was 7.15 and I was arriving at Pat
Nixon Middle School somewhat ready to greet the day. Liam was not going to
be in today because of his college class schedule, he was required to be on
campus a few days a week in order to learn things which professors thought
was necessary in order to train young teachers what they thought was the
right way. Never mind that all actual training I thought vital was learnt
when my host teacher left me to my own devices during student
teaching. However, that was above my pay grade and all I could do was
resign myself to the fact that I would have to face Ms. Van Diver by
myself, with only my wit and charm as my defensive shield.

       The day started off well enough, considering that last night we had
won our first game, which was also the season opener. The emotions from the
night before were still strong, and every where I turned, I was receiving
congratulatory messages from faculty members and smiles from boys on the
team, all to show how pleased they were with our victory. Ms. Arthur
actually took my entire body into her overflowing bosom and expressed her
gratitude by shaking me up and down like I was a little rag doll. It was
nice to have my back popped, I will admit that, but it was a little
uncomfortable watching the stares of the secretaries in the office who
couldn't help but resist a smile and a wink towards my unfortunate
encounter.

       The only reminder that I had about my upcoming meeting was from
Ms. Stellern, the nasty office secretary whom everyone despised. She hated
young students, and they in turn hated her. She had once been a 6th grade
teacher, but had grown to hate students for not living up to her
ridiculously high standards of teaching. She had been offered the job out
of sympathy and had taken it because she knew it was the only way she could
still maintain some dignity in the school system. She promptly reminded me,
after Ms. Arthur had put me down, that Ms. Van Diver had called in and
arranged a meeting with me during my free period in the morning. I nodded
curtly at her, as there was no love lost between us, and went on my merry
little way up to my own particular corner of heaven.

       Jacobson and Blankenhors were full of praise for my coaching ability
at the game last night, apparently because they had been eye witnesses at
the actual game last night. I apologized to them, as I must have been too
caught up in the coordination of the game to notice their presence. I did
deeply regret not noticing them last night, as I wanted to be courteous
towards all my colleagues, especially two who I worked closely with and
regarded as friends of mine. They both chuckled and spoke kindly towards
me.

       "Michael, no need to apologize. It's apparent to all that you love
those boys as a father, and it's also clear to everyone that they love
you. You have been a great role model to them, and that's exactly what this
school needs. So just keep doing what it is that you are doing." Thus spoke
the veteran teacher Blankenhors. I knew I could always count on her to
provide me with support. Jacobson just nodded, and then we started towards
our own separate rooms since the student dismissal bell had just rung.

       I was hoping to speak to Hayden prior to the conference with his
mother, but I noticed on the attendance roster which was sent out after
first period attendance, that Hayden was excused from his first few
classes. In fact, he was not due to arrive until after my free period,
which made me a little bit more nervous than I would have liked to
admit. Instead of facing that fear, I dove into my work, trying to get
through the first three periods of the day until time would move itself
forward and I would have my conference with Ms. Van Diver and find out what
the mysterious text was all about.

       Byron and Gideon were the bright spots in another wise fast paced
morning which seemed to go on at the speed of light because of my sheer
determination. They were both riding off the sheer wave of enthusiasm and
euphoria that had overtaken the school due to our win last night. It was
like their popularity had soared, and due to the fact that Hayden was not
there, they were totally basking in the adulation. I had no doubts that
they loved Hayden, Gideon especially loved him as young lovers, but this
was their time to shine, and so it was a new and intoxicating feeling to be
on their own for once.

       Sure enough, fourth period arrived, and with the exit of all the
students, I decided to make a quick run to the bathroom to see how I
looked. I had decided to wear my best button-down shirt, with a black vest
over the top, and a paisley white tie. I thought I looked good in the older
style of clothes, although some of my students teased me about looking
older than I actually was. I wet my hair down just a little bit in order to
make sure it stayed in place. My hair always grew longer than I wanted it,
faster than I wanted. I had shaved that morning so I looked pretty good if
I do say so myself. I wasn't intending to flirt and ask out Hayden's mom,
but looking good wasn't such a bad thing was it?

       Hayden and his mother arrived just as I was walking back into the
room myself. Hayden was his usual stunning self, in a pale sky blue polo
shirt, that was opened down the bottom and showed off how perfectly tan his
body was. He was wearing a nice pair of khaki shorts, and had on white
flip-flops accentuated with an ankle bracelet from American Eagle. His hair
was combed over to the side perfectly, which made him look like a younger
version of Justin Bieber, and he had his diamond stud earrings in. Fuckable
was the look that he was going for with his outfit, but his face showed
worry and concern. Instead of his usual smile beaming on his face, he kept
his eyes on the ground and made eye contact only with his toes. He was
obviously upset about something, but what I couldn't imagine.

       Hayden's mom did little to allay the fears that Hayden was
displaying. I knew from the information I had collected at the beginning of
the year that her name was Beth, and she had been on her own for some
time. Beth worked as a teller at a local bank, which provided her and
Hayden with enough so that they were comfortable but just barely. She had
come to the Open House at the beginning of the year, but that was before I
had met her delicious looking son. She looked thin, pale, and ragged beyond
her years. She was wearing a nice outfit, but it looked big on her. Her
hair and eyes were the same color as Hayden, but that was where all facial
and familiar resemblance stopped. She extended her hand towards me in
greeting, and summoned up a smile that I could tell was painful for her to
muster. I told her to sit down wherever she was comfortable, and began
speaking before she could. I thought that a good defense was a good
offense.

       "Ms. Van Diver, thank you for arranging this meeting. I'm sure
Hayden has told you about our win last night, and I just wanted to let you
know how incredibly proud I, and in fact the whole team, are of Hayden. He
has proven himself to be a good team captain. He backs this up with his
tremendous work in class, where he has the highest grade in his class. In
short Ms. Van Diver, your son is a great asset to this school, and
certainly to our soccer program."

       Her voice was ragged, and weak again concerning me for her and
Hayden's well-being.

       "Mr. Lambert, thank you for your kind words. However, my visit here
in not a social call. I'm dying Mr. Lambert, and I need to discuss Hayden's
well-being with you. He's told me about your after school activities, and I
want to talk to you about them."

*****

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