Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 23:00:33 EDT
From: Spike413@aol.com
Subject: "Not my bitch, my boyfriend" chapter 3

OK, don't read this story if you are, under the age of 18, disagreewith under
aged male to male sexual contact or you are just homophobic (if thelast one
applies to you, one might wonder, what the hell are you doing at thissite?)
This story is true except for the last names of the characters. Pleasefeel
free to use this story for your pleasure but don't repost withoutmy
permission. With that all said and done, on with the story....


			Not My Bitch, My Boyfriend

				 Chapter 2



                I did, I said I was in love.I've only known the guy for
thirty minutes and I'm in love. Woah, I thought Ijust had a crush on Tyler,
you know maturbation material. Shit, this project isgonna be harder than I
thought. It was going to take a lot of effort for what Iwas feeling  to
subside.  I was snapped out of my thought when Ms.Bloom said "Jamie, your
going to be late for second period."  I completly forgot about second period.
Ireally didn't want this day to continue, but thank god I had  art second
period otherwise I'd be a total freakin' zombie.
       So I made my way downstairs tothe first floor and th only class that I
can be myself, not give a fck whatpeople think of me or my talents. Plus, my
best and only friend is in my class.I walked in and saw her, Melissa. I've
only known her since I was in seventhgrade, but she's the only person who has
ever been nice to me for noreason.  "Hey Jamie" she said, "Hey,Meliss".
Melissa is actually older than me she's seventeen. Actually she's theonly
girl I've really found attractive since I realized I was gay. That said,you
can imagine that she's pretty hot, for a girl.  Oh, I should mention she's
Tyler's girlfriend. "So babe, what'snew?" she calls me babe, I eat it up.
"Eh not much, I have a project to do in English." "Yeah I know, Tyler told
me." That caught me off guard. "What?" Iasked. "You know, Tyler partner for
the project."  Yeah, I knew alright, "Oh" was all I managed to get out.
Justthen the second bell rang signifying the beginning of class.
       Ms. Gregory (the teacher) came in and explained that we would continue
working on our  "Emotion" project. I should explainsomething, Ms. Gregory is
what some might call "eccentiric."  I think she's a great art teacher but
youtry explaining that tosomeone who doesn't know what surrealism is. If
shewasn't seen as attractive by the "strait male" student populus, she'd be
thelaughing stock of our school. Anyway, I got out my canvas and palette and
setup my stuff. My painting caused a lot of cotroversy in the art department,
Ichose the emotion of  love. You mightwonder "what's so controversial about
love?" I showed it as a whirl of confusion and sublimity. Let's just say
it'ssomewhere between "Alice in Wonderland" and Jimi Hendrix' "Purple
Haze."  Well someone caught hold of the fact thatthere was some "drug
related" material in it and well, I'm famous. I didn'teven have the
trdittional 15 minutes, it was more like 5 because then Jenn so-n-soand Mike
what's-his-face broke up. Oh no! Please, gimme a break.
                 So, I started working and while I was Melissa and I
startedtalking about some shit or another. Nothing of importance, just teen
crap.Somehow, though we ended up talking about Tyler. I don't remember why or
how wegot to him, we just did. I was just talking without realising what I
was sayingwhen Melissa said "So, he's not such an asshole is he?"  That
caught me off guard. "Wha..Huh" Istuttered. "Well, you don't really thingk
highly of jocks and the type, butwhat do you thik of him?"  Well, beforeI
said something I would probebly have regret, I said "Oh, he's cool  I guess"
                Just then the period ended andthat got me off the hook with
answering anymore of Melissa's questions.  Not that I don't like her, quite
thecontrary, it's just, she has this way of making you feel so open
andcomfortable. I normally don't mind but, the subject of guys isn't one I
liketalking about, period! So I went to my next class, and the next, and the
next,until Gym. For me gym class is a double edged sword. One one side, I get
to seesome of the hottest, most athletic guys anywhere. On the other, most
are mytormentors. Not a great position to be in. I was just trying to look
like I wasdoing something when I eard someone coming over. "Hey fagboy."
Aaah, an allfamiliar, always anooying voice. It was the voice of Corey. "Hey
cow fucker"was all I said, just loud enough so that people could hear me.
"Wha'd you callme you little pussy?" "Well, well looks like someone's
rubber pussy was stolenagain. Be surer to check your mothers bathroom" For
anybody not listening, theywere now. We were trading  verbal lashesback and
forth forabout a minute until I heard someone yell "Yo, back off "
Thisvoice was familiar but it wasn't that of a gym teacher, instead Tyler
camestomping over. "Corey, your always starting shit with people, but you
neverfuck around with me, why not balls just shrink up on you?"
                I was sure no one saw my mouthhanging open, but it was. Here
was the man I was in love with, defending me.It's wierd, I had just met this
guy three hours ago and he's sticking uop forme. Me the punching bag for all
who need to compensate for lack of confidenceby making others feel like dirt.
"You cool Jamie?"  "What, oh yeah thanks." "No problem. Listen, you wanna
come over tomy place tomorrow after we get the criteria for the project?"  Oh
shit, Tyler was asking me over to his houseafter school, what am I gonna do?


                Well folks, that's chaper two. Sorryif ti's short but I `ve
been busy preparing for finals. Chapter three will be upsoon enough though.
Also, I changed my E-mail. It's <A HREF="mailto:JustInTrouble@aol.com">JustInTrouble@aol.com</A> so send any comments
there. Enjoy