Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 22:40:19 -0400 From: Manhattan Story <manhattanstory@hotmail.com> Subject: Manhattan: Manhattan 2 If you're under 18 please leave this page and go check your Myspace or something. This is for adults. This is my first story on here so please be gentle with criticisms. :) Please. Any similarities are coincidental and are not plagiarized. So please don't sue or get mad, just let me know and I will try my best not to do so in the future. :) Emails are greatly appreciated. Manhattan Part 2 manhattanstory@hotmail.com As we entered school, I asked Adam if he had his schedule yet. He said he did so we stopped to check if we had the same classes: Adam Stone HOMEROOM 7:45-7:55 STUDY HALL 8:00-8:50 PRE-CALC 8:55-9:45 MOD. WORLD 9:50-10:40 SPANISH 4 10:45-11:35 LUNCH A 11:40-12:10 ENGLISH AP 12:15-1:05 GENERAL PE 1:10-2:00 BIOLOGY AP 2:05-2:55 Tristan Terrington HOMEROOM 7:45-7:55 CALC AP 8:00-8:50 HISTORY HRS 8:55-9:45 STUDY HALL 9:50-10:40 SPANISH 4 10:45-11:35 LUNCH A 11:40-12:10 ENGLISH AP 12:15-1:05 GENERAL PE 1:10-2:00 BIOLOGY AP 2:05-2:55 "Well, I guess I just found my new math tutor." Adam smirks at me. "I guess I just found my lab partner." I smile back. "You got it, babe." Wait? Did he just call me babe? "What.." "OH! Nothing..." Smooth. "Are we in the same homeroom?" He asks. "No, its by the first letter of your last name. Sorry... I wish we were though... Make friends, my homerooms right here" "Whatever..." He walks away looking down. HOMEROOM. In homeroom, Lana screams my name. Asking me about where I've been all summer and just being really chipper for 7:45 in the morning. "Lana, I was here in the Upper East Side, while you were in Bridgehampton, fucking every rich guy you could find." I smile and hug her back, laughing. "Oh shut up! Not everyone was rich, the waiter at daddy's charity wasn't wealthy, but he was hung! He's bi, I gave him your number too! Baby, I thought he was going to rip me open!" "LANA! I don't want your sloppy seconds!" "Believe me Trissy, he wasn't sloppy." "Lan, are you ever going to rest until you've found me a boyfriend!" "NOPE! Speaking of, who were you walking with in the halls?" "Oh, that's Adam, he's new. Moved here all the way from Texas. I was helping him find his way around school." "Bullshit, Tristan... you're in love..." I blush. "Am not... he's probably straight... I mean come on, Texas!" "Well, everything is bigger in Texas..." "TERRINGTON!" The fat old teacher bellows from the front. "HERE!" I shout back over the chatter of other students. BINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.... As I leave homeroom, I notice that Adam is walking with the lacrosse players of our school. Great, I think, he's gonna hate me by the end of today. In particularly, he was walking with Shane, my mortal enemy. Shane was my best friend until 6th grade when his parents foreclosed on their house in St. John. My parents and his parents were huge competitors with money and they took this as leverage to get ahead in Manhattan society. I was instructed to not hang out with Shane anymore even though he was my best friend. I knew it was wrong, but at the time my parents weren't in my life that much so I wanted their approval of course. I did as they said. Shane took it badly and started spreading rumors all over school. The first was that I was messing around with a male teacher. False, but the teacher lost his job. Second, was that I was gay. True. It all came out by the end of 7th grade and I was angry that I couldn't come out on my own terms. Shane didn't stop there. He had a huge growth spurt and started playing lacrosse. He became a popular jock, while a became a popular gay best friend and confidant. He didn't like that most people accepted me as I was. He started to get physical by the time 8th grade rolled around and he would slam me into lockers and he even pushed me down the stairs once, breaking my arm. FIRST PERIOD: CALCULUS AP All I could do during math was think about Adam. Was I really already falling for this guy. I mean he's from Texas, isn't illegal to be gay there? Maybe he's a decent guy that hopefully wants to be my friend. But, he was with Shane, and if I know Shane, he's already poisoned Adam against me. Well, so long friendship. Through all this daydreaming, I received a text on my BlackBerry. 555-XXXX hey, its adam, i got ur number from lana in study hall. shes so funny. totally love this chick. Wow, Lana, act fast much! Me hey! how was homeroom, were people nice? ;) Adam meh i guess. do u no shane? Me ya, u guys friends? Adam ha, yea right. i mentioned lax to him and he was like `yo man thats my thing. dont even try out' what is that!? Me yea, he's an asshole. Adam experience? Me former bffs. Adam boyfriends?! Me no? best friends forever! i would never date that kind of guy. Adam well.. what kind of guy would you date... Me whos askin Adam ... me... Me nice guys with a streak... Adam ;) Me what? Adam see you in spanish I let out a giggle. "Mr. Terrington, is there something that is so comical happening under that desk?!" "No sir. Sorry, won't happen again." "It better not, I keep phones all year." After that I couldn't focus on anything! People coming up to me, friends, teachers, school work, syllabuses. It all went by like a blur. Then came Spanish: I approach the room seeing a tall figure with his back turned to me, leaning on the lockers in the hall. I walk up to the figure and tap him on the shoulder. He turns looks at me and smiles warmly. "Hi, Adam." "Hey, Tris." "Tris?" "Yea, Tris." "Alright, Stoner." "Haha. How are you?" "Really?" "What?" " "How are you?" How about this?" I show him his last text saying "see you in spanish." "Oh ok, you wanna get right to business! Look, I like you a lot. I haven't done anything with a guy before, but there's something about you that I find completely amazing and I just can't look away from you. AND when I see that smile," He leans in closer, "I can't even think straight, you make me so crazy, Tristan.." I lean in closer. To passersby, it looks like two guys about to kiss. Or at least two guys who are dating. "And how does this affect me?" I love playing with him. "You wanna play this, huh?" "You bet." He grabs my head and pulls me into him for a kiss. I welcome it. Our lips meet and I can feel the electric in the air. I wrap my arms around his thick muscular neck and kiss him back. I feel his tongue on my lips wanting entrance to my mouth. I open and he slips his smooth tongue into my mouth. I moan and do the same to him. He lets go of my head and put his hands on my ass and lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso as he is holding me, kissing me passionately. I pull off, reluctantly. "You realize, you're the first guy who has touched my ass within a few hours of knowing me..." He gives a chuckle/grunt from deep in his chest. "Hopefully the last." He tells me... "What are you saying, Adam." "Look, baby, I don't know much about you, but I feel so deeply for you already and I know you're like liberal and you're from New York, so you probably have plenty of fuck buddies, but I'm from the South and down there we believe in monogamy. I'm a one man, man, baby. I wanna be your man! I hope you can accept that I've been with girls, but with you, I want so much more that I did with any of them! I want the real thing, babe." "Wow, Adam, that was a mouthful, but I want the same thing..." I give him a light kiss. I realize he's still holding me, but he moved us to a secluded part of the hall. "I don't have any fuck buddies, baby. I'm still a," I whisper, "... virgin..." I hear him groan and I feel him push me against the wall. "Baby! Fuck, Tristan, do you even realize how hot you are to me? Damn... you're the hottest thing since... Megan Fox!" I blush. "Oh shit, ADAM! What time is it?!" "Bout 11:20. Why?" "We have Spanish right now!" "Let's ditch out of this place..." "Someday, but not today! We need to get our info for the class, baby." He nuzzles my neck sucking and licking. "Adam," I giggle and push him a little, "Adam! Haha. Stop!," I grab his shoulder and hop down from his grasp. "Come on lets go!" I hear him laughing. "What's so funny?" "Come here." He leads us to the bathroom and pushes me to the sink. "Neck." I look and see a huge hickey about the size of a ping pong ball. My eyes go wide. I can hear him laughing. I turn to look at him. He gives me a look of cockiness. "What the fuck, Adam!?!" I wasn't mad and I let him know it. "You're mine." Short. Sweet. Simple. Totally to the point and totally right. We ran to Spanish holding hands. End Chapter 2. Well there you go, guys. Hope you're liking it so far. I know Chapter 1 had a rocky start, but its my first story! Whatever. Email me if you like it so far, have any suggestions on upcoming chapters. I'd love feedback and ideas and I'll even mention you as a character in my story! To be continued.