Date: Mon, 01 Jul 2002 23:39:59 -0400
From: W. E. <wereallmadhere@hotmail.com>
Subject: That's Life (Chapter 10) Section: College


Author's note:

Hey, hey...yea...this chapter came really soon, eh?

Cuz I'm so happy!!! The team I was supporting WON WORLD
CUP!!! GO BRAZIL GO!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL!


So, since I'm so happy, I decided to post something so
soon...

Write to me: wereallmadhere@hotmail.com

It makes me happy.

Jeez, shameless...I am shameless...oh well. Discretion is
not my forte.

Well, MUCH THANKS again goes out to Jay Alexander. My editor
extraordinaire. Thanks for the edits, the jokes, and for the
unbelievable support (with my writing...and World Cup in the
end... LOL). And the friendship...


Thanks also to those who wrote in with ur comments.
Especially the two who writes back to me after I post
every chapter. U know who u are...even if u are somewhat
frustrated with the characters...stick with me still. LOL.

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such "filth", please leave. This material contains crude
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This story is purely fictional. So, any similarity to anyone
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Enough ridiculous blabbing...

CHAPTER 9

I needed to know. "Why?" I took air into my lungs. Suddenly,
the room felt suffocating. I continued, "Why didn't you call
me to let me know how Mama Brien was? Didn't you think I
would care to know?"

"I did. Every day, at every possible hour for a whole
fucking week. You never picked up. You weren't home." His
voice was accusatory.

"You could have left a message."

"I could have. Or.you could have been home. You decided to
party. I decided you could care less."

I looked over at him. He wouldn't let me turn away. His eyes
held anger, accusation and suspicion, and I heard his
thoughts, "Where were you for a whole week?" Knowing Kenny,
he would never ask. Asking would mean that he cared, and he
would never show THAT!

"Night." I dared not answer his unspoken question.

"Night."

He had won this round.

We were even, for now...


                                  ***

Things were pretty tense between Kenny and me. We barely
made conversation, unless it was absolutely necessary. If I
didn't know better, I thought Paul was enjoying getting
Kenny all to himself. Kenny was busy with his basketball
practices, a plethora of bimbos and his studies (somewhat).
So, I didn't socialize much with him. Which was fine by me.

On Tuesday, I overheard Kenny telling Paul that he would be
gone to this chick's place on Wednesday, for the whole
night. Perfect! If Kenny was getting some action, so would
I. I could go over to Thane's place. I called him up and
made plans. Damned if I could hold my excitement for a whole
day.

Wednesday rolled around and after our Still Life class, I
brought Thane up to my room. He looked around.

"Nice."

"Not really, not compared to yours, but hey!"

"I see Kenny's a big basketball fan." Thane commented,
taking in all the basketball memorabilia adorning his side
of the room.

"He's on the team."

"I see. I play too, I think I'm pretty good. One day maybe
he and I could get a game in."
Not likely, considering, Kenny doesn't like you much, I
thought. Only God knows why that was.

"Thane," He turned to me. I handed him the gift. "Here's the
souvenir you wanted."

He looked back at me quizzically and when he finally saw it,
he laughed out loud.

"Where did you get this?"

"Stole it from our train station."

"Are you serious?"

"Ya, Kenny and I pulled the heist." I grinned, remembering
it fondly.

"You and Kenny do these things a lot, eh?" Thane had an
expression on his face I couldn't read.

"Sure, but he usually always leads. I follow and get in
trouble with him. I never learn my lesson." I chuckled.

Thane pecked me on the lips, "Thanks."

Ok, I thought he would be a little more appreciative of my
gift. Oh well.

"Ready to go to my place?" Thane grinned.

"Ya."


***

The night at his place was wonderful. We enjoyed each
other's bodies and I became more and more comfortable as
time went on. I even took the initiative, which turned Thane
on to no end, as he became more and more the aggressor to
match me. Boy liked it rough. One time, his hand trailed
down to the opening of my hole and I shuddered against his
warm body. I knew what he wanted. I was not ready yet. He
sensed my resistance. His hand left to a safer place,
massaging my balls. I knew I needed to work on opening
myself up more, figuratively and literally, but I wasn't at
that stage. I wished with all my heart that when I was
ready, it was with Thane. He had become such an important
person in my life, I couldn't think about myself with anyone
else but him.

Before we drifted off to sleep, I made sure to set the alarm
for early morning. I wanted to be back at Rez before Kenny
got home. It frustrated me that I had to hide a relationship
with my boyfriend, while Kenny - and she wasn't even his
girlfriend, just his fuck-partner for the night - didn't.

Thane dropped me off at 4 in the morning and I seriously
felt like a thief, hiding in the shadows, slithering back to
my place in the dead of the night, before anyone woke up.
Hell, the sun hadn't even woken yet. I know Thane didn't
like it at all. He was very confident about himself, as an
openly gay man, and hated all the hiding and sneaking. He
felt it was demeaning, but he didn't push me because he knew
for me, there was no other choice.


                           ***

I woke up to the sound of Kenny coming into our room. It was
nine in the morning. His hair was disheveled and morning
stubble grew on his face, while his lips looked red and
bruised. Someone had fun last night. Personally, he looked
like a whore to me. Well-fucked, I'm sure.

I had a class in an hour so I decided to get up.

"Hey." I greeted Kenny.

Kenny turned to me, his mouth slightly opened as he looked
at me, well not at me but at my neck. He smirked and nodded
his greeting.

What the hell?

I got ready for my Art History class and met Hannah there.

"Hey." I kissed her cheek. "Haven't heard from you in a
while. How are you?"

She was smiling this big-ass grin and whistled, "Not as good
as you."

"Wha...?" I asked.

"Check out that bruise on your neck." She cracked up. Oh
God. Thane! No...No...NO... today morning...Kenny... FUCK NO!

"Tell me you're not serious?" I looked at Hannah, horrified.

"Go look for yourself, but, wait, who's the lucky girl? How
could you not tell me?" She sounded hurt.

"Not now." I practically dashed to the washroom. Sure
enough, there was a nasty red mark on my neck. This was not
my day.

I dragged myself back to class only to be embarrassed by the
prof who hated students walking in late. Can life get any
worse?

I spoke too soon.


                              ***

I was done for the day and was lounging in my room, getting
caught up on some homework, when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe. Mind if I come over? I'm bored out of my freaking
mind. I got some hash...we could make it a chilaxing day." It
was Hannah.

A few minutes later, Hannah joined me in my lounging. We
smoked up. I felt great, haven't felt this good in a long
while. Hash always made me lethargic, even more so than
smoking a regular doobie, and I loved it.

After a couple of hours, Kenny came in. He sniffed the air
like a dog.

"Dude, place smells like someone went shit here, you smoking
spliffs without me?" Kenny turned to me.

"Hash, dude, hash." I flicked my eyes over towards Hannah
who was sitting in a chair behind Kenny, so he didn't notice
her at first. Kenny spun around. He did a double take on
Hannah and after seeing her, he went into his "charmer"
gear. I would too, if I was straight. She was gorgeous.

"Hello there. I'm Kenny, Galen's best friend, you are...?" Oh
God! Get over it, Kenny!

Hannah was equally mesmerized by him, and why not? It was
Kenny.

She smiled a wry smile, "Hannah, Galen's dealer. He's
mentioned a lot about you."

"About you too, Hannah." I had never mentioned Hannah to
Kenny, except to say that she was a friend from my Art
History class. I looked over at him and he winked at me.

Bastard.

"Hey Hannah, listen, I gotta go to the library, come with
me?" I stood up and held out my hand for her.

"Sure." She reached for my hand and I kind of pulled her a
little harder than necessary. She toppled into me. I gave
her a hug and kissed her cheek, kinda close to her lips.

Over my shoulder, Kenny looked on. Good. He looked like he
was contemplating something. Hannah leaned away from me and
gave me a puzzled look.

"Let's go," I said and we left.


                             ***

A couple of days later, I got a call from Hannah. She didn't
sound her cheery self. Something was up. She wanted to talk
with me so we decided to meet at the Student Union for
coffee.

When I got there, she was already sipping away. I walked up
to her and kissed her cheek and ordered a coffee.

"So, what's up?" I asked, pulling out a smoke. Coffee and
cigs! Marriage made in heaven.

"Nothing, ran into your friend today. Kenny."

"Oh?"

"Ya, we talked for a bit. A bit of a charmer isn't he? Hot
to boot."

"Ya, well..."

"Galen?" Her voice made me look at her. She was pensive.
"Can you tell me why Kenny would think we were going out?"

"What?!" I screamed. I was already feeling butterflies in my
stomach. This was not good. Not good at all.

"Ya, he asked me."

"What did you say?" Please tell me, by some miracle, you
said 'yes'. PLEASE, PLEASE!

"I asked him why."

"And...?"

She looked at me, calculating. Her brown eyes held in them:
depth and intelligence. I was not going to get out of this
that easily. "He said he saw you with a huge-ass hickey and
thanked me for a job well done." she cleared her throat,
"I'm guessing since he's your best friend, you would tell
him if you had a girl. I KNOW it wasn't me...so..." She left
the rest of it out. How dare that bastard?! I was going to
kill Kenny. He was checking up on me.

"Oh."

She looked at me, hoping I would continue. I didn't know
what to say. So, she continued. "Ya, so I'm guessing he was
talking about that mark that I saw on you that day in Art
History class. And since I know you have never mentioned any
girl to me either, and why wouldn't you if there was
somebody? We cool, we tight, right?...So...well, it led me to
believe..."

I looked at her, horrified.

"Galen, don't worry. I told him 'yes'."

"What?"

"I told him we were going out."

"Oh."

"I saved your ass. So, now you owe me an explanation."

"Hannah, please." my voice came out as a squeak. I was
gripping the coffee cup so hard that I squeezed the
Styrofoam and some coffee spilled out while tears threatened
to burst out of my eyes any moment.

Hannah's voice was soft, comforting. She reached over the
table and squeezed my hand.

"Galen, I know Thane is gay. He's never been as happy as
I've seen him these last couple of weeks. Actually, ever
since you guys met at the bar. I know you went over to his
place that night. Gina told me. What's going on?"

"Hannah. I can't." I got up and threw my cup in the garbage
and practically ran out.

"Galen? Galen!" I heard Hannah yelling after me, her voice
ringing in my ear.

My world was shattering into pieces. My guarded secret,
which I held on to with my life, was being exposed. I
couldn't do anything about it. It was wrong of me to assume
that Thane and I could live in our hidden Paradise and that
no one would know. I was stupid. Now, I was paying the
price.



***

Author's endnote: Short chapter compared to the last two,
but hey, it came out much faster..

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