Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 22:51:36 -0400
From: W.B. Harrell <wbharrell@hotmail.com>
Subject: chapter 7

In the Arms of An Angel
Chapter 7

By:  W.

Disclaimer:  In which W. uses a disclaimer template created by the
illustrious Zarah, Jason learns that seducing someone can work both ways,
and in which Chaz is your basic, unsuspecting victim.  (Note:  I saw someone
in the mall the other day that looked like my mental picture of who Chaz
would look like, that it scared me.)

Wisdom for Today: There is a bit of wisdom in everything...I'm to bored to
figure it out; you do it.

Thanks for all of you guys supporting me in this difficult time.  Doc
Paterson (my shrink) has agreed to let me continue this story.  He promises
not to tell...


Now...without further ado...

Chapter 7


	School rocked.  I was a hero!  People were constantly coming up to me and
asking me how it was like to be in a coma.  (Some people are hopeless.)  The
teachers were super mega ultra nice and Callie hung around, speechless and
stared at me constantly.  And all this was before the first period bell
rang.
	As I stepped into...(fanfare please) Mr. Lankford's room, I scanned the
desks automatically to see if my seat had been taken.  I gulped and nearly
fainted.  It had.  By....him.
	Chaz was there, big as life and twice as beautiful chatting up Kieyla
Hernandez.  Kieyla looked up and caught my stare.  She jumped up and ran
over and hugged me.
	"My God, Jason," she said in an overly dramatic (but realistic) voice, "I
was so scared we...I had lost you."  She kissed me dead on the lips.  For a
moment, I stood there rigedly as a board.  Then, I thought of how this would
look.  Beautiful girl kissing me...push her away...equals....gay!
	So I returned the kiss.  As far as kisses go, it wasn't that bad.  It
didn't do much for me, obviously, but Mr. Lankford wasn't impressed.
	"Exuse me, Mr. Porter and Ms. Hernandez, do you think that you could tear
yourselves from each other long enough to sit down?" he said sarcastically.
For the first time in his life, the man did something decent.  We broke the
kiss.  Well, I did.
	The class snickered.  Chaz looked like he was about to bust a ball
laughing.  I raised a quizzical eyebrow and sat down in the seat next to
hiim.  It felt weird, not having my old seat.  Chris sat across from me now
instead of in front of me, but it was the months I lost that were making me
feel uncomfortable.


				***

	As usual, Lankford managed to make an ass of himself quite often during
class, often mispronouncing words which (much to my delight) Chaz would
shamelessly correct, inverdantly pissing Lankford off majorly.  The guy
couldn't teach fish to swim if he tried.
	By lunch, the news of "the kiss" had spread throughout the entire school.
I avoided Kieyla as much as possible for the rest of the day.  I also caught
myself following Chaz out of my way.  What the hell was wrong with me?  This
was really beginning to annoy me.
	Obviously, by now, my plan for seduction was shot to hell so I had to come
up with something else.  I found that besides fourth period with him, I also
had sixth period P.E. with him.  I found out in the most interesting of
ways.  I was talking with Chris about my "accident".  I don't exactly
remember what b.s. I made up to tell him, but he bought it.  We walked into
the guys changing room and there, wearing only boxers...you guessed it!
	Chaz was beautiful.  I couldn't, hard as I tried, tear my eyes from him.
His skin was a lovely mix of ivory and pink, just like a baby.  His face and
body was untouched by acne, his arms were toned and his chest was broad for
his age.  I managed to make out a small strip of hair dissappear
suggestively into the waistband of his superman boxers.
	Before I could soak in any more of his boyish perfection, Chaz then did
something I'd never seen.  He had a full body blush.  I'm talking RED!  He
gathered up his clothes and muttered something and disappeared into one of
the shower stalls and shut the curtain.  There was some fumbling and he came
out dressed in loose fitting gym shorts and a white tee shirt.
	I could make out a slight bulge in them.  Chris, I noticed, was also
looking at him.  "Sorry I took so long guys," he said as he exited, "it's
all yours."
	"S'ok," I said as Chris and I proceeded toward two of the unoccupied stalls
to change into our gym clothes.  After changing, I tried to find Chaz.  It
was a free excercise day, so finding him was pretty hard.  In our gym, we
have five subdivisions.  One is the basketball courts, two is the weight and
excercise machines, three is the pool, four is the wrestling and karate
areas, and five is aerobics arena.
	I finally found Chaz working out in the karate area.  For someone not on
the karate team, his moves were liquid and professional. He was working with
a short metal pole that had six sticks jutting out. He moved his arms in
triangles, circles, and other perfectly executed geomectric figures, each of
them striking a rubber-padded stick.  I stood transfixed at his skill and
concentration. A small crowd gathered with me.  After about five minutes, he
kicked the pole along a small track into the wall.
	Everyone started clapping, so I joined in.  Pretty soon, Coach Sorenson
broke everyone up (probably thought it was a fight) and saw the pole.
"That's the first time since Tommy Lee graduated that anyone could beat The
Pole," he said, "now, I'll have to reset the sticks."
	(I later learned that the pole was a tool for karate that worked with
counter weights inside.  The object was to hit the sticks that were
attatched to the pole in a certain order a certain number of times to cause
the largest counterweight to buckle and thus releasing the pole from it's
stand and giving the trainee the ability to kick it along a track.)
	Everyone left after a while, but I hung around and started messing around
with a punching bag.  I could feel Chaz watching me.  Soon, I was really
into it.  Dodge.  Punch.  Dodge, dodge, jab.  I heard my mom calling me a
queer and a faggot.  I heard my dad coming up the stairs threatening to beat
me out of it.  I heard the screeching tires and the sickening thump.  I felt
the pain...
	...The pain!  My hands were bleeding!  The punching bag was covered in
blood!...
	"Dude!" yelled someone.  Someone grabbed me.  I...woke up?  Had I been
asleep.  I must have, the punching bag was now clean.  I sighed and took a
deep breath, relaxing in the iron grip of the one who held me.  I smelt a
deeply erotic aroma of cologne and sweat.  I broke free and turned to see
Chaz.
	The twin blue seas of his eyes bored into mine.  "You went postal dude," he
said in a concerened voice, "are you okay?"
	"I'm...fine," I muttered, suprised at how tired I suddenly felt.  I was
drenched in sweat.  Suddenly, over the intercom, I heard, "Hit the showers
and go home in fifteen."
	"Guess we better go," said Chaz.
	"Sure," I said.  You know how before I was talking about the shower stalls
we were changing in?  Well, they don't work, which is why we change in them.
  We shower in the back area of the boys dressing room...together.  I had
always been able to hide my homosexuality here for some reason.  According
to some thing I read on the internet, it was "reverse arousal."  Definition:
  if you manage to keep yourself at ease enough, maybe even joining in a
conversation, you won't become aroused.  I just hope that it would work with
Chaz.
	Wow.  Showering with Chaz...what an interesting proposition.

End Chapter 7

Okay, for those out there who care, I am in rehab because my aunt and uncle
were in the World Trade Center in nyc.  They both work there and are not
among the listed survivors.  I took it hard as they are my favorite aunt and
uncle and went out and got drunk.  I mean really REALLY drunk.  They say
another beer would have killed me.  Well, here's the deal.  I can avoid a
collegiate tribunal and expulsion, possibly even keep my scholarship pending
a review after graduation from my three month program.  We really haven't
started in the heavy phsyco-analytical stuff yet so I'm still getting ready
for that.  Doc Patterson promises that there will be no couches or hypnotism
involved. I haven't talked him into teaching me to hypnotize someone yet,
but he'll crack soon. How useful would hypnosis be?  I could...well...I
think what I had in mind is illegal but anyway.  See you guys in a week or
two.  Keep me in your thoughts.  I'll accept prayers, too.  I'm
semi-religious so...whatever.