Date: Tue, 9 Jan 2001 08:42:54 -0800
From: Justyn <justyn51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Reese and Me 6 - Apart

-Gaymale
-Highschool
Reese and Me 6 - Apart
January 9, 2001

Written by Jamie McHale

Disclaimer and Warning - This story contains sexual content of a homosexual
nature.

Note - This story is the property of the writer.  Any copying in part of in
whole of this document is prohibited.  This story is completely fictional
and does not involve any real people.

This story is part of the Reese and Me series.

EMAIL me if you have any comments.  mchalejamie@hotmail.com
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    Reese and Me 6 - Apart

    It had been nearly three days since the drama had unfolded at my house.
That was when I finally came to the realization that there was indeed life
after Reese Pirelli.  I'd returned to school the next day, finding myself
feeling surprisingly refreshed.  Like it was a new start for me.  Don't get
me wrong, I still wanted Reese back, but I was realizing that I could get
along just fine without him.  Nothing could erase what I'd done to him
though.  And indeed, it would be hard for me to make up for that.  If it
was even possible.

    Nothing could erase the damage to my face either.  I had a horrible
bruise across my nose that everybody was asking me about.  I just lied and
said that some thugs tried to mug me coming out of the movies downtown.  It
gained me some more popularity.  Like I really needed any more of it!

    Things had changed a little at school.  Reese had relocated his locker
to some other section of the school.  We didn't sit together in any of our
classes anymore either.  In Science class, Reese now sat with Samantha
Lockhart.  She was this little hotty that had been chasing after him since
the year started.  It hurt to watch them flirt the whole class.  But, I had
it coming.  And I think Reese knew it too.  I was pretty sure, however,
that this mostly had to do with him, not me.  He was doing what he wanted
to do, for him.  Not to get "even" with me in any way.  I was pretty sure
he wasn't just trying to make me jealous.

    But, life goes on!  Right?

    I was walking to my locker the following Friday when I spotted
Alexander in the shuffling of people in the hallway.  He looked terrible.
His face was covered with bruises and partially healed cuts.  Now I felt
bad.  I hadn't felt a thing at my house when I'd been doing it to him, but
now I did.  I'd thought that I looked bad!  I couldn't believe that this
was a guy I used to think was pretty hot.

    Surprisingly enough, Alex turned away as soon as he saw me standing in
front of my locker.  I'd thought that he'd at least wanna threaten me some
more.  Or maybe he'd finally come to his senses.  He knew that I had enough
hard evidence to nail his balls to the wall.  And, I'd told him to stay the
hell away from me and Reese.  Not that there even was a "Reese and me"
anymore.

    I was putting my books away when I felt a hand closing on my shoulder.
Surprised, I spun around to see that it was Diana Pastor.  She was hot for
sure.  And she'd been after me since the last dance at the Youth Center.
I'd accepted her invitation to dance.  We talked the whole time.

    Sometimes, I don't know what the hell's wrong with me!  All these
hotties after me, and I choose to be with guys!  Which are harder to hook
up with.

    "Hi Jake!" exclaimed Diana.  She was a little giddy.  Today, it was ten
times worse.

    "Hey," I replied, smiling.  "How's it goin'?"

    "Better since I saw you!"

    Straight forward, isn't she?!

    I didn't know quite what to say.  She solved that problem pretty
quickly.

    "You headed out for lunch or are you just gonna grab something at the
caf?" she asked, grinning.

    "Headed out.  You wanna come with me?"  I'm not sure why I asked that,
but all I know is that it was a mistake.

    "Cool!" she cried.  I swear, everyone in the school heard her.

    "Alright," I said, gesturing for us to head out to my Jeep.

    We reached the Cherokee a couple of minutes later.  Climbing in, I
realized that I was about to be subjected to my month's worth of gossip.
Diana hadn't stopped talking since we left my locker.  I could tolerate it
though.  I kind of had to.  I had an image to keep up.  All of my buds from
gym class were wondering what the hell was wrong with me.  I'd been turning
down hot chick after hot chick.  That doesn't look too good.

    "So where you wanna go?" I asked after she'd finally shut her mouth.

    "Burger King," she replied, cracking another huge smile.  "It's pretty
close."

    "Yeah, I know where it is."  And, with that, we were on our way to B
King.  The food was alright, as usual.  But the company left much to be
desired.  What I wouldn't have given to have Reese with me.  I don't think
there was a single day that we didn't eat together since we'd hooked up.
Good, I was in love!  I suddenly got right horny.  Right there with Diana
at B King in the middle of lunch.  My thoughts were somewhere else as she
babbled on and on about who was going out with who, and who was dumping
who.  None of this interested me.  Especially since I'd just been dumped.
My thoughts were on Reese.  He was all I could think about.  I thought
about our first time together.  I thought about all the times I'd awaken on
Saturday morning with him in my arms.  Suddenly, I couldn't take it
anymore.  Barely able to hide my hard-on, I got up and made my way to the
bathroom.  It was empty, which was good because I was going to make a
little noise.  Getting into a stall, I quickly unbuttoned my khakis and
started beating off in front of the public toilette.  I wanted Reese so
bad!  He was my thought as I furiously whacked my cock.  It didn't usually
work out when I tried to jerk my dick standing up, but I was just so horny
at the moment that it didn't matter what position I was in.  It took only
two minutes before I blew into the toilette.  The orgasm was priceless,
considering that I hadn't been able to beat off for nearly a week.  The
last time I'd used my dick was when, well . . .  I'd screwed Alexander at
his apartment.  At that point in time, I didn't even want to think about
that. I was savouring the moment.

    After I'd flushed and cleaned up, I made my way back to the table.

    "What took you so long?" Diana asked, suddenly smile-less.

    Now, I was in an even better mood.  "Nothin', I was just washing up a
little."

    "Oh.  For what?"

    "For you maybe."  BIG MISTAKE!!  I guess I was in a better mood than I
should have been.

    "Ohhhhh," she let out, the grin returning to her face.

    Great, now she's gonna expect me to call her and stuff.  Something I
wasn't about to do.

    "You wanna go?" she asked, rising out of her chair.

    "Where?  We still have a half hour."

    "Anybody at your house?"

    Oh my god, she is direct!!!!! I thought to myself.  I couldn't remember
ever being that surprised in my life.  And I'm sure my face revealed just
how surprised I was.

    "Actually yeah," I told her, lying.  There was never anyone home at
lunch.

    "Well, lets go for a cruise then," she suggested.

    "Okay," I agreed.  So, we made our way back out to the Cherokee and got
in.  It was a beautiful California day.  The sun was bright in the sky and
the temperature was soaring for so late in the season.  But, the weather
wasn't helping the situation I'd just got myself into.  I was subjected to
even more gossip on the way back to school.  When we finally arrived back
in the parking lot, Diana shut up and turned to me in her seat.

    "What you doin' tonight?" she asked me, still as giddy as ever.

    "Oh, I'm kind of busy tonight.  Got homework to do."

    "Okay," she said, "I guess I'll like see you tomorrow then."

    "Yeah," I agreed, knowing full well that she'd be seeking me out again
the next day.

    We walked back into the school through seperate doors.  I entered
through the one that was closer to my locker, and her vice versa.  I wanted
to see Reese.  Just to look at him for a second.  Of course he'd been in my
Science class first period, but I hadn't really made an attempt to initiate
eye contact with him.  I knew I couldn't.  We were broken up, and it seemed
that Reese was getting close with some of the girls.  I hated the thought
of it, but I knew that I had it coming.  After what I'd done, I had it
coming.

    Last class was gym, which happened to be my favorite class.  Why
wouldn't it be?  Hot and naked guys, all changing together in the same
room.  It was a good place to scope out who was what.  Sexuality wise,
anyway.  Since Reese and I had split, I'd been watching the other guys in
my gym class.  Watching to see who was giving me eye balls.  I figured that
there had to be at least one or two other gay guys in there.  And, I was
right.  My scanning actually seemed to be paying off.  I'd spotted a guy
watching me getting changed after my shower.  So I made sure to check him
out the next couple days as well.  He was watching me every time.  Of
course when he realized that I saw him watching me, he'd pretend that he
was looking at something else, but I knew what was what.  I have a radar
for those things.  And now, my radar was telling me that Chase Miles was
gay.  He was cute too, which is always a good thing.  He was kind of tall,
taller than Reese.  He had long hair which reached all the way to his
shoulders.  I liked the way it looked.  His hair was fine, so he could pull
off the look well.

    So, one day I approached him in the changeroom.  Our gym teacher had
handed out group assignments on the Olympics.  We had to pick an Olympic
sport and do a project on it.  I was pretty sure on who I wanted to go with
to do the project.  Chase said yes, and he was going to come over that
night to work on it.  Afterwards, we'd head to the dance at the Youth
Center.  It was cool!  I had my whole night ahead of me.  And I was looking
forward to it.

    When I arrived at home, I went straight to my room upstairs.  From
there, I had a perfect view of Reese's house.  I could see the comings and
goings down there.  I was praying that he'd be arriving soon, 'cause I had
to jump in the shower for the little meeting I had happening at my house in
a while.

    I was lucky!  Reese pulled up in his Mom's car almost right away.  My
heart sank.  I wasn't sure why yet, but it almost hurt for me to see him.
He was alone.  He got out of the car and began walking up the driveway for
the front door to his house.  But he suddenly stopped halfway to his house.
A second or two later, he spun around to look at my house.  I couldn't
believe this.  My heart sank in my chest again.  I wanted so badly to just
go outside and talk to him, but something was stopping me.  I didn't know
why I was apprehensive.  Only that I was.  Could it be that I only thought
I wanted him back?

    Reese turned back to his house and promptly entered it.  I was left to
wonder if he'd seen me watching him in the window.  But, I soon forced the
thought from my mind and got up to get into the shower.  Ending up spending
almost a half hour in there, under the hot water, I tried to think about
what might happen tonight.  A hot guy, who I was sure was gay, was coming
over to do "homework."  And then to go to the dance.  I suddenly found
myself hoping that I'd see Reese there.  However, I suspected that he'd
skip out on it, knowing that I'd be there.

    God!  Just stop thinking about him!  Get on with your life!

    I climbed out of the shower and put on some clothes.  My orange outfit.
I love that outfit!  To go with it, I adorned a silver medalion and spiked
my hair (which had recently been dyed to a solid blond and trimmed so that
it was a lot shorter.)  I liked my new look, and hoped that Chase did too.
I also hoped that Reese would.  I must be out of my mind! I thought as I
got ready for my date.  At least I considered it that.

    Chase arrived just on time at six.  My parents were greeting him at the
door as I was on my way down the stairs.  When we saw each other, we stood
there for a couple of seconds, giving each other a good look-over.  I'm
surprised my parents didn't notice that there was more in our eyes.

    "Hey Chase," I said, "Wanna come upstairs?"

    "Yeah," he replied, taking off his shoes.  He looked good, fresh, hot.
He was wearing an open, long sleeve shirt over a white muscle shirt.  He
looked older than he was, and I thought that was kind of cool.

    We headed upstairs to my room where we opened up our books.

    "So you looking forward to going to the dance?" I asked timidly.  I
hate the phase in the relationship where you don't know what to say and you
end up saying some stupid crap.

    "Yeah," he replied, smiling, "You?"

    "Yeah.  I always have fun at these dances.  You said you've never been
to one yet, right?"

    "Not the Youth Center ones.  But, I go to all the school dances," he
clarified.

    "I don't usually go to the school dances," I explained, "I find the
music sucks."

    "Yeah, it kind of does.  What kind of music you listen to anyway?"

    "Hip hop slash rap," I replied, "You?"

    "Ah," he began, "Mostly punk."

    I hate punk music.  Too loud.  I like the base of rap.

    "You like punk a little?" Chase asked, looking up from his work.

    I wasn't sure if I should just come out and tell him that I hate it, or
just lie.  "A little, yeah."  I lied.

    The conversation revolved mostly around school and girls, but mostly we
got our work done.  It was fun working with him.  He was really up-beat
about everything I had to say, which was really cool.  We ended up
finishing by eight o'clock.

    "Ready to go to the dance?" I asked him, getting up from my chair.

    "Yeah," he replied immediately.  He got up and we made our way
downstairs, past my parents for the foyer, and out to the Jeep.  Climbing
in, we continued to shoot the shit about several things.  As it turns out,
Chase and I had a lot in common.  And talking with him was cool.

    We got to the dance a while later.  I was having such a good time just
talking with Chase that I decided to go for a little cruise around the city
before heading to the dance.  Chase didn't complain about it, so we spent
about an hour just driving around.  I even let him drive for a bit.  Even
though he only had his beginners, I was pretty sure that he wasn't gonna
trash the Jeep.  It was all in fun, and in the spirit of new friendships.

    When we finally did arrive at the Youth Center, I found myself looking
for Reese's car in the parking lot.  I didn't see it and got a little
disappointed.  I wanted for him to be there so badly.  I was having a great
time with my new found friend, but I still almost needed to see Reese.

    Chase and I entered the dance and payed our eight bucks.  It was
literally packed!  There was people everywhere, the tables were full and
the dance floor was cluttered with people.  It was awesome.  Just the way I
like a party.  The more the merrier!

    When Chase and I had finally spotted an empty table, we made our way
toward it, when suddenly it was flooded with people fresh off the dance
floor.  We decided what the hell, find a table with some people we know and
just sit down.  Soon enough, we saw a group of our friends from gym class
at a table close to the dance floor.  Joining them, I continued to keep my
eyes out for Reese.  He has to be here, I thought.  He has to.

    I was so preoccupied with my search that I didn't pay much attention to
Chase for the rest of the night.  I just kept watching the dance floor for
Reese.  It was pathetic, I know, but I couldn't help it.  I didn't want to
admit it anymore, but I was in love.  I was sick, and Reese Pirelli was my
disease.  I saw him everytime I closed my eyes.  After about and hour at
the dance, it was gettting to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore.
I gave up my search for Reese and got up, telling Chase that I had to go to
the bathroom.  Once there, I stood in front of one of the many sinks to
splash some water on my face.  It felt good; I was beginning to get a
little heated.  I looked up into the mirror.  I didn't like what I saw.
All I saw at that moment was the cheating bastard that I was.

    Suddenly, someone came out of one of the stalls behind me. I watched in
the mirror to see who it was.  My heart skipped two beats when I realized
that it was Reese.  I'd found him, finally.

    Reese saw me almost immediately.  And he stopped dead in his tracks
when he did.  I wanted to turn around and say something to him.  But, for
some reason I couldn't.  I couldn't move my body around to face him.  I
felt so horrible.  And I could tell that Reese did too.  His face revealed
to me a mixture of sadness and anger.  I wanted to grab him and smother his
cute little face with kisses.  But, I couldn't even turn around.  When
Reese began to make his way for the door, I had to say something.

    "Reese!" I cried.  But he didn't answer.  He just kept going.

    That's when the tears came.  I didn't move from where I was standing.
I just stood there and cried like a baby.

    Bang!  A sharp pain shot up through my body.  I opened my tight-shut
eyes to see that I'd suddenly been surrounded by three guys.  Guys I didn't
recognize.  Big guys.  I took another punch in the side.  I cried out as I
collapsed onto my knees.  Unsure of what was hapenning, I screamed for my
attackers to stop.  That's when they all started hitting me.  Hit in the
back hard, my body twisted as I planted my face hard into the floor.  One
of the guys gripped my hair and lifted my head off of the floor.  He
proceeded to smash my face back down into the concrete.  Everything went
black.

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