Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 21:10:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Corey N. <corey_246@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Forbidden Love of a High School Boy: Chapter 2

This is fictional work, not based off of real life. If your under 18 you
know the drill, do not read further. If this is illegal in your
country/state do not continue.

So, I went for a different writing style with this one, so let me now what
you think of it, this turned out to be longer than I planned, but I will
try and write chapter 3 as soon as I can (I am in University so the work
load changes a lot). If you have any suggestions or feedback at all let me
know. corey_246@yahoo.com. Thanks everyone for your feedback and ideas, and
if you would like an email telling you when I have posted a new chapter let
me know as a reader already has, I am more than happy to let you know!
Please enjoy

The Forbidden Love of a High School Boy: Chapter 2

    I awoke to a loud hammering, I slowly sat up in bed. I was still in my
clothing from yesterday. Next to me on the end table I noticed a plate with
a crackers on it and a glass of water. Mom, she must have brought it up to
me. I realized it was morning, she must have thought I was sick or
something. I guess I am. I looked down to my pillow to find little stains
on it. I knew it wasn't drool. I had hoped that my tears had just been a
dream.

I swung my feet over to the edge of the bed when a dull thudding began to
echo in my head, I closed me eyes and sighed. Too much sleep, I thought as
I walked from my bed to the large bay window, which looked out into the
backyard. I knelt on top of the cushions for seating and pulled back the
curtains to look out into the backyard, looking for the source of the
sound. I could see my brother and father piling up wood on the lawn.

"Shit" I whispered, I remembered it was the weekend we were going to build
mom her gazebo she's been wanting. I got up and walked to the double doors
next to the window, I opened them both and stepped out onto the deck, I
shared this one with my brother, around the side of the house wasn't a
second balcony that my parents shared with my little sister. I was happy to
learn I could share one with Luke, we were very close, always had
been. Luke had willing let me tag along with him and his friends. As Jared
and him grew closer, they allowed me to join them on their outings, camping
trips, surfing trips, movies. Naturally I grew closer to Jared as well, but
that closeness seemed to turn into something more. The longing too be with
the two soon turned into a longing too be with Jared. The need to get out
of the house turned into a need too see Jared's smile, the way his eyes
seemed to shine as he laughed. And needs turned into more desperate needs
 for other things. I found he was on my mind constantly, I woke each
morning with a hope that I was going to see him that day, gradually that
hope turned into a need, and finally it became more. That hope turned into
a hope that that feelings would leave me. That emotion would
disappear. Instead it stayed, that summer was the worst of them all. Jared
was at our house daily, my emotions were on high, I was closer to him than
I wanted, this was not something I could feel, it was something I needed to
get rid of.

    I began my first year of high school, hoping this new found world would
allow me to gain ground on these feelings, leave them behind, but soon I
was running into Jared in the halls everyday. But worse I was jealous, the
girls that would flirt with him and watch him walk by with a longing look
in their eyes, one that did not even match up to my feelings, drove me
insane. The rest of the day my mind would be reeling with images of him,
and before I knew it the day was lost.  As the summer came again, Jared was
once again practically living at our house, I would wake to him and my
brother jumping on top of me hollering, annoying as it was, it was a nice
way to wake up. My feelings did not falter once, and I knew I had two
options. Tell Jared, or try harder to move on. The second seemed to be the
only realistic option, only because leaving town after the first would not
go over well with my family.

I thought meeting other people would be the best way to move on, so I began
to date, hoping this deep infatuation would go away, but on these dates I
found myself comparing Jared to these girls. As far as looks went he always
won. I always hoped it was just a physical attraction, but gradually I
realized, as I over-analyzed, and re-analyzed his personality and compared
them to these girls, they never added up. They always fell short. And so I
realized, I was in love with him. And here I was, broken hearted at the
realization that option one, though guaranteed to end me in being turned
down, was an option. Knowing that now hurt, killed me more than anything.

    I walked out onto the deck and took in a deep breath of fresh air, I
looked at his watch, 10 am. I had been asleep forever. Why? How could this
thing with Jared have hurt so much?

"Thing" I whisper, I dropped down into one of the deck chairs. The early
sun was warm as it beat down on me, I put my head back and sighed. "More
than a thing..." I thought aloud. I began to think about it and slowly
realized why it hurt. If he was only interested in girls then, it wouldn't
hurt so much. It wouldn't work out, I had no chance because it was not who
he was. But now... now I had a chance, at least as far as gender goes. But
it was me, so there was no chance. It was having this so close, and not
being to have it at all.

    The hammering began again and I stood up walking back through my room
to the door. I walked out into the large hallway, turning right and went to
the staircase, winding my way down them I knew I should help, maybe it
would keep my mind off things. I wandered down the hallway towards the
kitchen, even the marble tile was already warm in the California heat, I
went into the kitchen and found all the windows were open, the double doors
as well, sat wide open. I had nothing against the heat, this afternoon I
would escape to the beach for some surfing and this I knew I would be able
to get lost in. A light but warm breeze met me as I walked out the doors
onto the deck. I looked out to see my little sister swimming in the large
pool with her friend who was climbing onto the diving board. On the lower
level of the deck Luke and my dad were looking over a set of plans. I
looked down to the other end of the deck where a shirtless Jared stood,
setting down a
 can of paint. He stood up looking right at me and smiled. My eyes wide,
more out of shock, I looked over his face. It was the same smile as always,
but his face was different. It was worried, concerned more than anything. I
realized why as I turned around and walked into the house quickly, my eyes
were still wide with both fear and from shock from seeing him. I finally
saw myself in the mirror that hung over a table near the doorway leading to
the dining room. My hair was a mess, below my eyes were deep dark circles
below them, and his skin was pale white. My eyes were bloodshot and a
little puffy, clearly from the tears that had been split the night
before. I looked like I hadn't slept for days. I took a deep breath and
walked to the fridge, pulled out the orange juice and took off the cap
after putting it on the island. I turned an got a glass from the cabinet,
looking out the window I saw my mom crawling around in the garden, she
didn't see me.
 As I closed the cabinet I heard someone behind me. I turned to see Jared's
beautiful face there, smiling, but a slight frown of concern crossed his
forehead.

"You look tired" he said, his voice deep but light as always, but it was
clearly drenched in concerned. "Your brother said you were out like a light
so we didn't wake you up for our Friday fright fest," he picked up a glass
from the counter he must have had before, and began to drink from it. He
drained the last bit of what I guessed was water and continued, "... it
sucked anyways, your brother picked the movies" he laughed his too perfect
laugh and smiled at me.

"Ya he's dumb" I whispered, still in awe from the godlike man in front of
me. He's dumb? What the hell is wrong with me? Talk like your intelligent,
and stop starring. I set down the glass, knocking the carton of juice down
as I did, it hit the floor spilling.

"Shit" I said as it splattered onto me. I grabbed paper toweling form the
counter and began to mop it up, met by Jared as he got down to help me,
smiling. Was he enjoying this? My nerves getting the best of me. Could he
possibly know how he affected me? It isn't shocking that he does... looking
back on how many times I stared a little too long, how I foolishly pumped
my body into his, make excuses to talk to him about anything. He must
know. He knows. I finally came out of my panicking mind as he said my name
for who knows how many times.

"... Alex, I need more paper" he smiled, his deep green eyes looked into
mine. I silently handed him the role. Was I breathing? I took in a forced
breath. I was lost in his looks, the flawlessness that he had was
staggering. His deep brown hair was cut short on the sides and back, but at
the top was a bit longer, and was spiked slightly, into the perfect mini
Mohawk, all of it pointing forwards. His skin was tanned as mine, smooth,
with no marks of any kind. It was like porcelain. His body was lean but
muscular, his arms and bare back that I could see were strong and well
defined, his chest and pecks also were perfect, much like the clichéd Greek
god I saw him as. His abs were strong and very well defined, perfect
washboard stomach. It was smooth as well.

Your staring and he knows it! I quickly stood up.

"I need to go shower". I sidestepped him and headed for the hallway door
when he called my name, I turned to see him standing now, his shorts were
lower, and his abs formed a perfect V, his hipbones clearly visible. He
looked like he was pulled out of an Abercrombie and Finch photograph.

"Yes?" I half whispered. Focus on his face, I kept telling myself.

"Can we maybe talk after your shower?" he asked, his deep green eyes
examined my face.

"I um... I have a lot of homework, I'll see" I said and quickly turned
after a once over of his face. Was the guilt I felt from the twinge of hurt
I saw in is eyes? Or was from the blatant lie I had just told him? There is
nothing more I would rather do than sit and talk with him. Just not what I
know he wants to talk about.

    My mind reeled as I quickly went up the stairs and into my bedroom, I
shut the door quickly, leaning against it I took a deep breath. I felt
nauseous, this was too much. Why was this too much? I can't... love him. I
can't. It's Jared, he babysat me when I was little, he's seen me throw up
after rides at the fair. But he also was a good babysitter, and sat out
rides with me after I was sick.

"Stop rationalizing" I said aloud, as I stripped down and walked into my
bathroom. I turned on the radio, music blasted from it and I turned on the
water in the shower, it was nice and warm as I stepped in. I put my hand on
the wall below the shower head and leaned forwards, it rolled down my back.

My mind was racing with what had happened just now. But every time I played
it out, it skipped forwards his eyes, his strong muscular arms, perfect
chest and abs...

"It's the beginning of a heat wave..." Said a voice over the radio. I
looked down too see what the images of Jared were doing to me.

"Got that right" I whispered and slammed the tap from hot to cold, letting
the cool water beat down on me, hoping it would remove the fire growing
inside of me and all feelings for Jared before I had to face him again.

Well, let me know what you guys thought! Hope you enjoyed