Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2006 17:49:55 EST
From: Punkincognito313@aol.com
Subject: Sophomoric Blues Chapter 2 Installment# 3

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. None of the names in the
story are real people, at least ones that this author knows. This is gay
fiction about high school romance, therefore if you are UNDER 18, GET OUT,
it is illegal for you to view this AND YOU KNOW THAT.

Author's Note: This is my first time ever writing a story like this, and
all comments are welcomed. Even criticism, I'm a new writer who is still
learning, so, don't kill me with it, but some is okay. Enjoy Sophomoric
Blues! E-mail me @ Punkincognito313@AOL.com

Same as Last Time, what can I say, I'm not that original I guess.

PS: For all of you looking for porn written out, wait a while, I write
stories not scripts for Falcon! The sex will come (pun not intended there
:P), but wait, the story has to evolve to that point first.

	"Well, remind your partner that this class is not to be taken
lightly, this is an AP course worth college credit, I will not have any
daydreaming going on in here! If so, you can go right down to GT
Chemistry. Catch my drift, Mr. Parker; your partner is looking at something
again!" Mrs. Walker then walked over to the lab table, as she did this, I
kicked Tommy really hard in his leg, why the hell was he looking at me
still? "Thomas Cleason! Pay attention to me while I am speaking to you, it
behooves you to do as I say, do you understand me young man?"

"Umm, yes ma'am. I understand you."

"Good grief, this year is going to be a long year alright class I'm going
to assign you each a textbook and lab journal." Mrs. Walker continued to
blab as I started to question Tommy.

"Hey dude, what the hell is up with you today, science is your best
subject, the one you are most interested in, and your looking at the
frigging wall or window or something," I got in before Tommy interrupted
me, "Alex, I was looking at you"

"What?"

"Don't be coy with me Alex, I know you aren't a moron, you know why I was
staring at you, you're an asshole to me for almost a year, and then you
come on to me?"

"Mr. Cleason and Mr. Parker, is there something you would like to share
with the rest of the class? I mean, honestly, I know it is your first day
back, but come on. I'm only going to give you some slack once, now I called
you two up to receive your books and lab journals minutes ago. If you hold
up the class anymore, I will keep you all after the bell until each one of
you has the proper supplies needed for tomorrow's lab."

"Frick and Frack, just go up there to shut the chemistry Nazi up, ok!"
Robert Lueng whispered. Now I was the dribbling idiot, I wasn't paying any
attention to what was going on, I was still trying to figure out someway to
respond to what Tommy had said to me earlier. Meanwhile Tommy had left to
collect his book and lab journal.

"What is with the two of you, when one's brain is up and functioning, the
other sits there like a frigging trauma patient! Alexander, get up here
now!"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Walker!" I quickly went up there and retrieved my
things, in a few minutes the bell had sounded, and we were free, or at
least that is what I thought.

"Mr. Cleason and Mr. Parker, I would like you two to stay here for a
minute, I'd like to have a word with you two." The frigging Chemistry Nazi,
I mean Mrs. Walker ordered, and we stayed, "Toward the end of the period I
looked at the two of your files, you two are excellent students, and your
Biology teacher from last year, Mr. Almeda wrote down that the two of you
were excellent lab partners as well. Now what is wrong with the two of you,
your performance in my class today was unacceptable, especially for AP
students! Are you two high or something because I got the feeling you
weren't completely with us today!"

"No ma'am I think it was just hard for us to realize that the summer is
over, that's all," I tried to defend us.

"I doubt that is the case, there is something wrong with the two of you
today, I can feel it. Well, whatever it is, you will have it cleared up
before tomorrow's lab; understand! Now, let me have a look at your
schedules so I can write you a late pass to your next classes. You two are
both in study hall, that's right this is a lab course, oh, it says here
that each of you are auditing for choir, that poor woman. I hope
Mrs. Weinstadt can deal with you both." Mrs. Walker went on and on.

"Can we have the passes now?" Tommy asked impatiently.

"Here you go, oh and boys, if there is something you ever need somebody to
talk to about, I'm here for you, I'm only twenty-five; that's not all that
much older than you two. Therefore, it hasn't been a long time since I've
gone through what you are going through. Okay?" Mrs. Walker now officially
freaked me out.

"Umm, sure, ok," Tommy and I both said at the same time, which resulted at
more odd looks at each other. There were only two more minutes left of
passing time, but the passes gave each of us four extra minutes beyond the
two left to get down to choir.

"What the hell was that all about, huh?" I asked Tommy nonchalantly.

"Don't talk to me fag," I couldn't tell if he was playing like he did in
old times, or if Tommy was being serious. He is hard to read, but he never
was harsh, or used the words fag or faggot unless playfully, he was a sweet
guy, not an asshole like most of my friends were.

"Do you need to go to your locker, I need to go to mine?" I ignored his
previous comment and tried to change the conversation because I was weary
about what kind of asshole I turned Tommy into by being one to him the
second half of last year.

"Yeah, I do, I'll go with you, but let's hurry, I don't want to be too late
to choir, especially if its because I'm in the hallway with you," Tommy
voiced, I looked at his face. He was becoming increasingly harder to read
emotionally. This was going to be hard, I knew it. Therefore wasting time
in between classes was not going to work, if I was going to get to
recuperate our relationship like Shruthi suggested I should, I'd have to do
it some other time.

"Hey Tommy," I wearily started to ask before he cut in, "No call me Tom,
don't call me Tommy anymore."

"Hey Tommy,"

"Oh my God!"

"Tommy, how are you getting home tonight, I know now that Katie is at
college, and that you don't have a ride, you don't drive if I remember
correctly."

"I'm going to take the bus home."

"Oh you don't have to, I'll drive you home before football practice."

"Why are you trying to be nice to me now, you humiliated me last year, and
earlier today. Now you are like a different person. You came on to me like
a drunken maniac in the beginning of science when you grabbed my thigh and
started rubbing it. Now you want to drive me home? I know why you stopped
being my friend last year Alex. It's because all your stupid popular jock
friends told you I was gay. Now you are trying to seduce me, like some type
of cruel brat pack movie evil jock plot sort of way!"

"Are you fucking serious? Do you think I am that cruel of an asshole? And
anyway, who's calling you gay?"

"What do you take me for Alex? Seriously? Do you think I really am that
stupid?"

"Tommy I told you before in the beginning of science. I thought about what
you said before orientation in the hallways. I'm really sorry for being
such a jerk to you, and I want to make it up to you."

"You're shitting me!"

"Let me see your id's you two. Ok. Are y'all alright? You two seem to be
havin' a heated argument, and I jus' wa'ted to come over an see if everthan
is hunky-dory. Besides you two, if you know what's best for you, you'll be
headen to class okay?" some woman security guard came over to us.

"We're fine." Tommy said.

"Alright sugar, get along to class now, ya hear you two."

"Okitae" I answered.

"No Tommy, I'm serious as can be. I want to be friends with you, I
miss...us."

"If you are for real, why is it that you just started to break away from
me, why did you stop talking to me, I called your cell phone, and you
always ignored it, I knew. Alex, why? Was it so that you could be cool,
like what you did to Stephanie Garrison and Michelle Fink back in Memorial
Parkway?"

"No I was already popular when I met you!" I joked, and he didn't seem as
amused as I was.

"Listen, there are some things that are hard for me to say, but you will
need to understand, so let me give you a ride home either before or after
practice. If we go after football practice, I'll clean up and take you to
Katy Mills Mall or Westoaks Plaza like old times. Or we could even go to
Wal-Mart to get school supplies, hehe" I suggested.

"Alright then, I'll be in the school library reading those chapters for
chemistry so we can do that darn lab tomorrow, stop by there after
practice. Oh, and by the way, we go to the mall, Wal-Mart, so not cool."

"You wouldn't know cool if it hit you in the head!" I gently slapped Tommy
on the back of his head. Things like that are what we always used to do to
each other. I missed touching Tommy, oh how I loved him. I hope he takes
the news I have to tell him later well. It will just kill me if he
doesn't. I hate the fact that Shruthi was able to talk me into doing this
again!

"Ha not funny Alex. You're not cool in my book."

"See, you wouldn't know cool if it hit you in the back of your head."

"Stop being so damn conceded. Loose some weight, and you turn into a
meathead!"

"Sorry Tommy"

"Sorry? Wow three times in one day, Alex is this a new record?"

"If we weren't right in front of the choir room, I'd shove you into that
art showcase!" I stuck my tongue out at him, (I do this a lot just so you
know, I'm sixteen, but still very playful) and all Tommy did was let out a
sigh.

"So my two top tenors, where have you been all this time? I was starting to
worry that you dropped my class. You know how much I need the two of you in
here! Stop fooling around and get in here, if I didn't love you two so much
I'd be mad. Anywho, speaking of mad, what happened this summer? For the
most part last year I remembered you two, well, just being unfriendly to
one another." Mrs. Weinstadt queried.

"Nothing happened, he's still a jerk!" I playfully joked and pointed to
Tommy. At this point he fake punched my back, he loved touching my lower
back last year, yay, maybe things are looking better!

"The two of you are really odd, get up on the risers and start your
warm-ups." Mrs. Weinstadt ordered. Choir class was grueling like
always. Tommy and I even though we audit the class, are in the best choir
here at Taylor High School. Our choir class is an AP class; we both don't
take it because we are both in the AP band class as well. At the end of
choir I asked Tommy to see his schedule, we have two more classes together
and are in the same lunch. Last lunch, how fun, somehow having lunch at
1:00PM didn't sound like such fun, especially because I have gym right
before it. Oh well, first day babble.

"Hey we have lunch together Alex." Tommy said as we compared schedules,
"Are you going to sit with me?"

"Oh no, I knew this might come up, how was I going to tell him this," I
thought.

"Tommy I have to sit with the football kids. It's not anything against you
I swear. Don't take this the wrong way; our coach actually makes us sit
together. I'm sorry Tommy. Honest." I hope that was convincing.

"Well, can I sit with you then?" he's going to kill me with these
questions.

"Tommy, you don't want to sit with my teammates. They aren't really a great
bunch of guys, if I wasn't on the team, I wouldn't sit there at all, and
you can be sure as hell that once football season is over, I'll be out of
the table. Tommy, they only like kids on the football team, or the
cheerleaders. I'm sorry, please don't take this the wrong way. It's not by
choice, I swear, I would much rather sit with you and your friends its just
that Coach Albertson has lunch duty, and would just move me over to that
table anyway." My heart was hurting as every word of utter bullshit ran
from my mouth. I hate me.

"Why do you play football Alex? You aren't like them, you're smart, you're
well sometimes nice (he lightly punched my shoulder), and you don't pick on
people. Even when you were an ass and ignored me, you never made fun of
me. Well other than that stupid name 'Girl scout', but that was you an
Marissa Halper freshman year, and it was a joke. You just don't fit their
mold, other than the fact that you are muscular and strong, you have
nothing in common with the team. It's not like you ever walk with any
teammates during school. Are you even friends with them?"

"Okay, well Tommy, I play football because I have to. If I didn't my
parents wouldn't talk to me. Tommy, I'm a jock who sings opera at Rice
University, and does theater. My parents only accept me after my other
activities because I play football. Theater, singing, they are to 'help me
concentrate'. That's what my parents say Tommy. They think culture,
automatically makes me gay. Therefore I have to play football, run track,
play lacrosse, Tom, it is for my parents. It's so that they can hold onto
the thought that their kid is the all American boy. That's what they want,
they don't want some acting, singing, performing kid who hates to go
hunting or camping with relatives and friends. Tommy my parents are
stereotypical rednecks. They were taken out of the honky-tonk and moved
into rich suburban Houston, but the stupid damn honky-tonk was never taken
out of them. I come from a very narrow and simpleminded family. I play
sports, hang out with jocks, and act all tough because they want me to, and
I don't know what they'd do if I didn't. You see Tommy; there is something
different about me. I don't know how to tell you this one. I hope you will
even understand, I'll tell you after school at the mall. C'mon let's go to
English class. I heard Mr. Zadden is a nice guy. My older sister Jeanette
had him in 2001." I practically poured out to Tommy as we walked to our
last class together before lunch.

"Wow Alex, I don't know what to say." Tommy exclaimed.

"Don't, it's fine. You think I'm the only person like this. Why do you
think I'm always in the guidance department? Hmm, ugh, forget about that
last comment. Here, let's sit in the front, Mr. Zadden loves kids who
participate, and this class is huge, I don't want to get lost and not
called on in here." I said. Following these remarks, Tommy gave me odd
looks, chemistry all over again. I could tell that this class was going to
be fun. The rest of the school day was pretty boring; there was AP US
History 2, gym, lunch, Spanish and Wind Ensemble. (Band) Wind Ensemble was
the only class I had with Tommy, but that didn't bother me. Towards the end
of the day I was realizing the perks of losing all the weight I did. What
my friends said last year, take that beautiful face and put it on a new
body, and you'd be perfect, in the eyes of my schoolmates, was true. I
liked all this new attention; it was clouding my judgment, as I became a
little hotheaded at points. Ugly duckling, I dunno, but coming into who I
am, and getting all the compliments, I was in hog's heaven.  Unfortunately
after school came football practice. My coaches were very proud of my
weight loss, and they said that even though I killed their defense by doing
this, that I was a great example for everybody on the team. Later on in the
locker room I was made fun of for that one. I ended up being turned into a
running back, I though football was hard back when I was a defensive
lineman, ha! This was a million times harder. In stead of a few suicides
after practice as cool downs, running backs, quarter-backs, and those who
were in trouble had to run ten laps around the school, with all our
equipment on, including our cleats. I almost wish I joined soccer, almost,
hehe. After practice I took a shower, did my hair, and left the team
room. I rushed over to the library and hoped that Tommy was still there.

"You look like shit, what happened?" Tommy so forthrightly stated.

"Thanks jerk, come on let's get out of here. So which mall do you want to
go to?"

"Why don't we go to Westoaks Plaza, it's not that far from where I live,
and I have to be back before eight my parents said. So what was it that you
had to tell me after school."

"Oh, well, let's get into my truck first." (Yeah I drive a 2006 Red F-250
pickup, present from Mom and Dad ok!) When we got in to the pickup, I
waited until we were on I-10 before talking.

"Okay, well, Tommy, let's just say that I like you."

"Like me, like me how?

"You know, you're not dumb. I like you Tommy; I really, really like you."

"Oh...

Hey Guys, How did you like Chapter 2? Tell me @ Punkincognito313@AOL.com