Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2013 20:50:36 -0600
From: Prince Ernest <prince_ernest86@live.com>
Subject: Chapter 6 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section

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Room 108-Chapter 6: The Invitation


	Monday morning came around soon enough. Jacobson, Blankenhors and I
all chatted about the weekend and what we had done on Friday. I obviously
left my little voyeuristic escapade out. I wasn't feeling guilty because I
hadn't broken any laws obviously, and I wasn't going to be one of those
people that betray their emotions by acting panicky all day long. I figured
if the boys had caught me and said something to me, the police would have
shown up on Saturday morning, rather than being polite and waiting around
for Monday morning. I had gone down to the principal's office to turn in
the soccer roster, and Mrs. Clark betrayed no signs that I would be
arrested momentarily. Her chipper, usual self.

	I was exciting the office and about to meander my way back up to my
room to finish printing off the sheets I would need for today's lesson,
when I saw Byron approach me out of the corner of my eyes. He had taken the
liberty of putting small gauges into his ears over the weekend. As usual,
anything this boy did only served to heighten his sexual appeal, rather
than diminish it.

	"Morning Byron, how are you? I must admit that those gauges look
pretty interesting on you"

	Byron merely smirked at me and shot back "Morning Mr. Lambert,
enjoy the show?"

	Okay, remember how I said that I wasn't going to get all panicky
about things, and how things seemed to be going my way? Yeah, that thought
immediately left my mind when Byron said that. In my head I was having a
five alarm fire about all the things that would be happening to me within
the next hour. Obviously I was going to be terminated from my employment,
but that would be the least of my worries and would also be the least
painful one as well. Next would come the investigation in my personal life,
and while again I hadn't done anything wrong, I was extremely guilty of
having questionable moral judgment. And put my word up against the world of
2 ½ clean cut All-American boys next door. Byron was only ½ clean
cut, but still the other two were enough to put me away for a long, long
time. And then finally the long walk of shame down the prison corridor to
my own little jail cell for the rest of my natural life. Oh I was wrong,
that wouldn't be the last of it. The last of it would be when my new
cell-mate, Big John, starts the nightly ass raping that won't end until I
die. Yeah, that would be the end of it, and would also be what I have to
look forward to after Byron has just muttered this last sentence. And mind
you this has all flashed through my mind in the matter of about 30 seconds,
while I continue to stare blankly at Byron, the archangel of my
destruction.

	"Uhhh..." Was the only semi-coherent thing that came out of my
mouth, and again that's barely English being spoken there?

	"Yeah, me, Hayden and Gideon all tried to do our best on the soccer
field on Friday. We wanted to show you how well we could do, and to prove
to you that we have what it takes to get our team to the state championship
and win that trophy! Thanks about the gauges too. I was a little worried
that you wouldn't like them and would want me to take them off. Well I'll
see ya in advisory!"

       He smirked, and ran off to go sit in the commons. I followed him for
a minute to see that he sat down with Hayden and Gideon. Gideon immediately
looked at me, smiled and waved. Hayden however seemed a little wearier of
the world. He looked at me and did a slight wave, but not nearly as
expressive as the rest of his crowd. I made a note in my mind to talk to
him later, which was immediately followed by a wash over feeling of relief
that I wasn't going to be sent to jail. Well at least not today. Who knew
what tomorrow would bring, but for today and this hour, I was safe.

       I decided that the only course of what to do today was to play my
cards extremely close to my sweater vest. I was going to be cautious and
generally avoid those boys for fear of some sort of game that they might be
playing. All seemed clear, but the saying of "Where there is smoke, there
is fire" was ringing in my head and I could smell the smoke. I wanted to
continue to be a positive role model in these young men's lives and knew
that I had made all the right steps towards that goal, save for one. I
shouldn't have watched them on Friday. I didn't need to stop them
necessarily when I caught them, but I had made the wrong choice by becoming
a watchful participant. In order to distance myself a little from all of
this mess, I would have to distance myself from the boys just a little
bit. I would be civil, formal but still warm towards them. But I would need
to recoup a little of my prestige that I had lost. That way they couldn't
continue to lure me into the inevitable trap that I knew, just knew, was
coming my way.

       I made my way up the central hallway to the room, making small talk
with Jacobson all the way up towards our hallway. Nothing really major had
happened to her this weekend, and besides my small voyeurism jaunt on
Friday, it had been a pretty mellow weekend for me as well. I had mainly
spent time working on the lesson plans for this upcoming week, and
reviewing some things for the beginning of the soccer season. Advisory this
week was going to be pretty boring this week, and that was a little bit of
my blame. I hadn't planned any big things for them, because I had been too
busy planning things for the actual classes I was teaching, as well as the
soccer team schedule. Advisory would be spent primarily working on homework
and discussing current events on Friday. I figured that would be a nice
change of pace for them, and they might actually learn something. Go figure
right?

       Byron and Marissa walked in slightly griping to each other about
something trivial I'm sure. I could make out sentences barely but it seemed
to be that Marissa had asked Byron out for a weekend movie, but he had shot
her down. From what I could tell about Friday, Marissa was barking up the
entirely wrong tree, but that wasn't my place to inform her. Byron's body
language was very hostile towards Marissa, who seemed completely oblivious
to the fact that Byron wanted nothing to do with her. I almost felt sorry
for Marissa, but knew that she was only inviting it upon herself. Marissa
continued to harass Byron, even sitting next to him when the bell
rang. Normally Marissa set up towards the front of the room, and Byron was
in his usual back of the room seat, so this was definitely out of the
normal. Advisory has no real seating chart, and since Byron wasn't shouting
at her, I figured I would just let this one slide. He was perfectly capable
of letting me know that he was uncomfortable around her, and as stated
previously he would let me know if he wanted to get away from her. I allow
my students to listen to their IPods with music on as long as they keep one
headphone out so they could still hear my announcements, and that the music
didn't become too much of a distraction to others around them. Today was a
day that Byron decided to take advantage of that ruling, and immediately
put his headphone bud into the ear that Marissa seemed hell-bent on talking
off. I figured he thought that would be a clear enough signal to her.

       That was when I finally decided to take a good long look at Byron
and noticed something else was different about him. I guess in my earlier
haze of post-calm-the-fuck-down situation that I had been dealing with
earlier, I wasn't clearly paying attention to Byron. The little punk had
decided to get a snake bite piercing! Snake bite piercings are the ones
that are just on one side of your lower lip, and are usually just a simple
hoop ring that is barely noticeable to the naked eye. It also incredibly
increased the amount of sexual charisma that Byron was oozing. Today he had
decided to wear an Obey T-shirt with a pair of khaki commando colored
shorts, with ankle socks and a brand new pair of Osiris sneakers that were
a size slightly too big for him. This boy was extremely fuckable looking at
the moment, and knowing what a cute bubble butt he had underneath those
shorts, only helped to increase the amount that I wanted to ripe this boy's
clothes off of him and worship his body all over. It was a hard feeling to
push down, but again knowing that I had to keep these urges down,
especially today of all days, I managed to push those thoughts out of my
mind. I did however decide that I would confront him about the
snake-bite. Again, this was allowed in the student handbook, but I wasn't
thrilled about it and wanted to communicate that to Byron, and rather now
than later.

       "Byron could you please come up to my desk? There is something that
I need to speak to you about." I barked this sentence out to him, and was
pleased to see that he immediately perked up and instead of his usual smirk
he had plastered on his face, his face actually looked a little
disturbed. He slowly worked his way up to my desk, with a little
trepidation on his face.

       "Yes, Coach, is there something wrong?"

       "Yes, Byron there is something slightly wrong. I've just now noticed
your other new facial decoration. Your snake-bite in particular. Don't look
too surprised that I know what that thing is called; what I would like to
know from you is what do you plan to do about that come game day?"

       "What do you mean Coach, these aren't prohibited by the student
handbook. Please don't make me take it out right here in class, this thing
hurt like a mother when it was put in."

       "Byron, I wouldn't make you take it out right here in class, that's
highly unhygienic. And frankly you are right, they aren't prohibited in the
student handbook and also I think it sort of suits you. You wear your
individuality like a badge of honor and I'm slightly proud of that. But
what I'm asking is what are you going to do on game day? You wear that
thing while you are playing, and I'm a little bit worried that when you are
playing that thing could actually come around and hurt you. All you need to
be doing is to dive to catch the ball back into play, and for a cleat to go
directly to your face. Now that's gonna hurt a lot to begin with, but I'm
also concerned that the cleat could hook into your snake-bite, and rip it
out."

       "Coach, the chances of that are slim to none. I mean that would be
extremely freaky if that happened, and I just don't see it happening."

       "Byron, you are exactly correct, but I rather take a small chance
than risk a bigger mistake. You know how much I value the safety of my
students and players, and I would absolutely tear myself up if anything
happened to you while you were playing."

       "You're right Coach. We can all already tell that you really do care
about us. You don't push us to hard on the field, and you always try your
best to make sure we understand the assignments in class. I'll take the
thing out on game day, but you really sort of like it?" and that's when his
smirk returned to his face.

       "It's interesting Byron that's all I'm going to say. But I do have
one more question. You keep referring to how you are on the
team. Mrs. Arthur hasn't made the announcements and so there can be no way
you could know you made the team, which coincidentally you did. How do you
know all of this?"

       Byron took a quick look into my face, and I swear I think I saw a
twinkle form into his eye before he formed the most shit-eating grin I've
ever seen a 8th grade boy make at me. He was all cool, calm and sexy when
he spoke this.

       "Coach, we gave our all on the field. You would have to be an
absolute head-case to not put us on the team after how hard we went on
Friday. You seem like a smart enough guy!"

       Before I could even begin to formulate a response, the bell rang,
and Byron grabbed his bags and was back out the door. I decided to let him
be. He was right, I would have to be a head case to not put him, Hayden and
Gideon on the team when I had seen how well they had played on the field on
Friday. They all moved with the grace and poise of young confident men who
knew that they were capable of great things on the soccer field, and coming
into this position I wanted to win that championship as badly as they
did. While I was mulling all this over, I decided to make a quick run to
the restroom during the passing period. I would have to learn to slow down
on the coffee during the morning commute and while I was prepping in the
morning. Goes right through me.

       I was walking back into the classroom to get things ready when I
noticed something on my desk that had not been there when I had left. It
was a simple folded note, with Mr. Lambert written on the front. I decided
to read it immediately, in case it was a note from a student saying that
they had to leave and hadn't caught me to tell me in person. What was in
the note rocked me again for a second time that day.

       "I know you saw us in the shower on Friday. I could also tell that
you liked what you saw. If you want another show, bike by the farthest
field in McCormick Street park today at 6:30. We will be behind the
baseball storage shed. Come alone, and I'll make sure it's worth your while
and the others won't know. ---Athos"

*****

Thusly ends Chapter 6. I've decided every other chapter will have some sexy
stuff just to keep you all in anticipation for what is coming in the next.
I also want to remain true to my original plan of keeping this a romance
story, and an actual story as well. I'm extremely grateful to all the kind
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there!

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