Date: Wed, 4 Apr 2007 13:30:24 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Taking Off the Mask   Chapter 6

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Taking Off the Mask          Chapter 6


Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we
cannot live within. James Baldwin



On Monday during second period, Mr. Marshall called me to the office. I
knew I'd not done anything since the incident with Mrs. Horner; so I had
no idea why he wanted to see me.

When I entered the office, the secretary pointed to his room. He was
sitting at his desk talking on the phone. He motioned for me to have a
seat. I waited several minutes while he talked to an angry parent. From
what I gathered from the one sided conversation, their daughter had been
suspended for fighting on the bus after school on Friday.

"Parents." Mr. Marshall said in exasperation after hanging up. "This
would be an ideal job if I didn't have to deal with angry parents all
the time. Everyone things their child can do nothing wrong." He looked
at me and saw me sitting staring blankly at him.

"Mr. Hoskins," he said. "I have a favor to ask you." He looked at me
expectantly. I didn't know what to say since he hadn't yet said what he
wanted.

"Yes, well," he smiled. "I guess you want to know what it is. The
young man who was manager for the boy's basketball team is doing poorly
in school, and his mother has insisted that he give up that position.
Coach McIntosh needs someone else to volunteer. I recommended you."

He sat and studied my face awaiting an answer. Inwardly, I was doing
cartwheels. Basketball manager! Handing out towels to naked, sweaty
basketball players! Seeing Donovan Michaels naked ever day! This was a
gay boy's dream come true!

"Do you need time to think about it?" asked Mr. Marshall.

"No, Sir," I managed to stammer out. "I'd like to do it." I tried to
sound noncommittal, but I'm not sure I was able to adequately hide my
enthusiasm.

"Excellent," he said. "I'll tell Coach McIntosh. You can see him
after school. Thank you, James. I'm sure you'll do a good job."

"I'll do my best, Sir." I left his office and my first impulse was to
do somersaults down the hall. I knew being team manager would be a dirty
job. I'd have to pick up wet towels off the floor where the guys had
thrown them after drying themselves off. There would probably be a few
sweat-stained jock straps to pick up as well. I had to stop by the boy's
restroom and go into a stall before I reported back to my class.

"You're going to be the manager of the team?" squealed Jackie when I
told her at lunch.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"I don't think girls are allowed into the locker room," I grinned.
"You know, the guys do walk around naked in there." Her eyes widened as
I continued to say, "Donovan may not like a girl looking at his enormous
cock when he struts around with no clothes on."

"You bitch," she whispered under her breath. "I do hate you, you know
that?"

"No you don't," I giggled. "You love me."

"You'd better take pictures," she said," and send them to me every
night."

I held out my hand and started rubbing my fingers. "Just how much is it
worth to you?"

"Bitch," she sulked. She looked up with pleading eyes. "Just one itty,
bitty picture is all

I want."

"I'll consider it; but I`ll tell you now, it won`t be itty bitty."
Jackie squealed and squeezed my hand. I knew I'd never give her a
picture, but at least it quieted her for the moment. Besides, if I did
take a picture of Donovan naked, I'd probably make it my desktop
background so I could stare at it everyday.

As we were finishing our lunch, I noticed a crowd beginning to gather in
the middle of the cafeteria. It usually signaled that there was going to
be a fight. As I looked closer, I noticed Dion in the center of the
crowd.

"What's going on?" asked Jackie. "Who's getting ready to fight?"

"I'm not sure, but isn't that Dion?" Jackie looked over and grabbed
my arm.

"Yes, and it looks like Raymond is standing in front of him." Raymond
Saunders is the school's bad ass. Everyone avoids him because his life
evolves around making other people's lives miserable. He started messing
with me in the eighth grade until I gave him ten dollars to stop
tormenting me. Everyone has a price, and I was able to find his.

"Let's see what's going on." Jackie pulled me to my feet and we
fought our way to the front of the crowd. I was standing behind Raymond
and I could see the humiliation in Dion's face.

"I said eat the sandwich, Thief." Raymond was trying to thrust a cold
sandwich from the cafeteria into Dion's hand. "You wanted one last week
bad enough to steal it." Dion's face fell and he tried to maneuver his
way around Raymond.

"I said eat it." He shoved the sandwich into Dion's chest.

"Leave him alone!" I heard the words, and then realized they had come
from my mouth. Raymond turned and looked angrily at me.

"You got a problem, Hoskins?" He stood before me with his fists balled
up, ready to swing at me.

"Do you, Punk Ass?" Suddenly, I saw Donovan's body tall body standing
beside me. Raymond took a step back and looked up into Donovan's eyes.
He made an attempt to stare him down, but looked off to the side and took
another step back. Without saying anything else, he turned and pushed his
way through the crowd as everyone laughed at him.

Donovan patted me on my back and then walked away. Jackie ran up and
grabbed my arm and squealed, "Oh my God! Donovan just saved your ass
from a beating by Raymond."

"Shut up, Jackie," I exclaimed. I looked around for Dion, but he had
disappeared.

We walked back to our table and sat down. "He likes you, James. I just
know it. Donovan came to your rescue."

"No he didn't," I insisted. "He'd have done it for anyone."

"No he wouldn't," she replied. "He didn't go help Dion when Raymond
was messing with him. He only jumped in when Raymond acted like he was
going to hit you. I tell you, James; he likes you." I looked over at the
table where Donovan was sitting with his friends. He nodded his head at
me.

"See," insisted Jackie. "I told you."

The bell rang and we headed to our next class. As I walked, I was
wondering if what Jackie had said was true. Did Donovan come to my
rescue? And was it possible he really did like me?

I looked for Dion during the class breaks, but I didn't see him. I
passed his locker after school, but he wasn't there either.

When I went to my locker to put my books away, Jackie ran up and grabbed
my arm. "You going to the gym now?" She asked excitedly.

"Yeah, why?" I asked.

"I just thought I'd walk with you, is all," she said innocently. I
looked at her and saw a devilish look in her eye.

"No, you can't go in the locker room with me," I insisted.

"That's not what I wanted." She reached in her pocket and pulled out
her cell phone.

"Here," she thrust the phone at me. "Just one picture," she pleaded.
"That's all I'm asking."

I handed the phone back to her. "I can't do that, Jackie." I said. "I
could go to jail if anyone saw me do that."

"Then be careful," she said playfully.

"No." I said sternly. "I can't do that. It's against the law."

"It's against the law for a sixteen year old to download porn on the
internet," she remarked, "but it doesn't keep you from doing that."

"Jackie!" I shouted, and then looked around to see if anyone had been
listening to our conversation. "I don't do that."

"Yeah, right." She replied. "When you went to the bathroom last week,
I checked the window you had minimized." My face began to redden. I
remembered walking out of my bedroom last week, and Jackie was sitting at
my computer when I returned.

"Let me see," she put her hand on her chin. "What was the name of that
site? Oh, yeah. cutegayboys dot com."

"I'm still not taking the picture," I insisted. My cheeks were still
burning brightly. I remembered the picture that I had last looked at when
Jackie came in the room.

"I wonder what your mom would say if she knew you had figured out a way
to bypass Net Nanny?" she threatened.

"You wouldn't dare!" I shouted.

"You know I wouldn't," she pouted. "Come on. Please, James. Just one
picture." She tried to hand the phone back to me. I shook my head and
walked away.

"I hate you," she shouted behind me. I raised my hand over my head and
flipped her off.

I inhaled deeply when I walked into the locker room. It smelled like, how
do you describe it? Yeah. Boys. Naked, sweaty boys! I could hear the
basketball team already getting dressed for practice. I forced myself not
to look in as I made my way to Coach McIntosh's office.

He was extremely pleased that I had volunteered to help out. The first
thing he asked me was how good my grades were. He smiled when I told him
I had a 3.2 GPA.

He handed me a list of duties I was expected to perform. He left me
sitting in his office looking it over. I was scanning to see if one of
the things I would have to do is pick up sweaty jock straps after the
team left. Unfortunately, that hadn't made the list.

Most of the practice duties were fairly simple. I was expected to make
sure that water bottles were filled and fresh towels were available. At
the end of practice I was to collect all the balls, place them on the
ball rack and safely store them. Then after the players had finished
dressing, I was too inspect the locker room and collect all the dirty
towels and uniforms and place them in a bin for cleaning. Simple enough.

Did I say simple enough? How can twelve guys be so demanding? I ran my
butt off trying to get them things they needed. And Donovan was the worst
one. He had me run to his locker several times to get something out of it
he needed. Once it was a clean pair of socks. Another time it was a head
band he had forgotten to put on. I rolled my eyes when he told me to go
get his sinus spray out of his pants pocket. He was acting as if I were
his personal servant.

I received my reward after practice, however, when I was in the supply
room handing out towels and he walked up naked. Before reaching for the
towel, he reached down and stroked his cock a couple of times. I felt the
blood rush to my face, and I thought I was going to pass out. He took the
towel and winked.

"Thanks, James," he said sexily. "I'm glad you're the team manager.
Now we can see more of each other." He looked down and raised his
eyebrows when he saw the tent in the front of my shorts. "I definitely
want to see more of you." He winked again and walked off. My eyes were
glued to his smooth, muscular ass.

"Nice, isn't it?" I looked up and saw Harold Garver, one of second
string forwards, grinning at me. I don't think I could have been any
more embarrassed. I handed him a towel and disappeared into the supply
room to regain my composure before I outed myself before the entire
basketball team.

The team had showered, dressed, and were slowing drifting out of the
locker room. The noise level was dwindling to a low murmur. I went out
and began picking up the wet towels and sweaty uniforms from the floor. I
looked up and saw Donovan approaching me.

"Did you enjoy your first day?" He asked with a broad smile.

"Yeah," I nervously stammered out. "I had a good time."

"Good." He stood looking down at me as I fidgeted under his stare. His
presence was making me extremely nervous. I could lie in my bed and think
of a thousand things I wanted to say to him; but when he was actually
before me, I could hardly utter a coherent sentence.

"There's a party at Sylvia's house Saturday night," he said. "Would
you like to go with me?" My eyes widened as he grinned at me. I guess he
noticed my nervousness. "I won't bite," he laughed. I was speechless.
Donovan Michaels had just asked me out.

"James," he waved his hand in front of my face. "You in there?" He
started laughing.

"Um, yeah." I stammered. "Sure. I'd love to go." Oh, no. I didn't
just use the word love. You don't tell another guy you'd love to go
somewhere with him. How gay is that?

"Good," he replied. "I'll pick you up at your house at 9:00."

"Okay." I stood staring into his brown eyes, unable to think of
anything else to say. He patted me on my shoulder, smiled and walked
away.

Feeling my legs beginning to weaken, I sat down on the bench. Donovan
Michaels had asked me out! Just wait until Jackie hears about this! And
he wants me to go to a party at Sylvia Patterson's. Only the `in'
crowd was ever invited to Sylvia's parties. I'd been hearing about them
for several years, but I never thought I'd ever be able to attend one.

I was an emotional wreck the rest of the week. Jackie was hurt at first,
but then she quickly assumed the task of `preparing' me for my first
date. We spent Thursday night trying to decide what I should wear to the
party. Not only was I going to one of Sylvia's parties, I was going with
Donovan. She said I had to look perfect.

She had me put on about twelve different combinations. By the time we had
chosen a suitable outfit, every article of clothes I had hanging in my
closet was laying on my bed. She finally decided that green was my best
color, so I was going to wear a pair of beige khaki shorts and a A&F
light green polo shirt. I told her I thought it was a little tight on me,
but Jackie said that it showed my nipples. She thought it might be a
turn-on for Donovan. She also dug out a pair of sandals I had bought last
summer. I was waiting to wear them to a special occasion. I guess this
was it.

"You have sexy toes," she giggled as I walked around the room trying on
the sandals.

"Toes are not sexy," I insisted.

"Yours are." she laughed. "They look so tiny and cute."

"Damn, Jackie!" I shouted. "That's just gross." However, I did look
down and wonder if Donovan would find them as sexy as Jackie did.

With all the excitement of the party, I almost forgot I had to go to St.
Andrew's Saturday morning. I considered sleeping in and resting up, but
I had promised my mother I would go.

I had asked her Thursday night, before Jackie arrived, if I could go to
the party on Saturday. It was the first time I'd ever gone out before,
except for a few school dances. She had a lot of questions which I really
couldn't answer- like were Sylvia's parents going to chaperone the
party? Was alcohol or drugs going to be served? Would older students be
there? What did I know about Donovan? What time would I be home?

I tried to fake most of it- in other words, lie. It was well-known around
school that Sylvia's parties were usually not chaperoned, and underage
drinking was rampant. That was one of the reasons they were so popular.

"Donovan is the star basketball player at school," I assured my mother.
"I'm sure he won't be doing any drinking. I should be home by 1:00."

"Midnight." She said sternly.

"Aw, Mom," I whined. "I'm not Cinderella. Please. One o'clock?" I
put on the best pouty face I could muster up. She continued to look at me
sternly, until I started whining like a puppy. I saw a slow curl form on
her lips. I knew she was breaking down.

"Alright," she finally relented. "One o'clock; but you still go to
St. Andrew's Saturday morning."

"Bet!" I shouted and ran from the room before she had time to change
her mind.

When I arrived Saturday at 7:00 in the morning, Nurse Dorothy was
standing at the nurses' station humming a song. She looked up and smiled
when she saw me approaching.

"Good morning, Dear," she sang out in her usual sweet voice.

"Good morning." I said with a little less enthusiasm. It was early on
Saturday morning, after all.

"Would you run down to the supply room and get me a box of tissues,"
she asked. "Then check each patient's room and see if they need any."

"Sure thing," I responded. As I walked down the hallway I kept looking
for Dion. When I finished my rounds, I returned to the nurses' station.

"Where's Dion?" I asked. "I haven't seen him this morning."

"He's been sick most of the week," she informed me. "That's why he
hasn't been in school." I hadn't seen him at school since the
incident, but that wasn't unusual. Since we shared no classes this year,
I hardly ever saw him. I was wondering if he had stayed home because of
the incident with Raymond. I was also wondering just how much his mother
knew what was going on. Surely, she knew he had been given detention for
stealing the sandwich from the cafeteria; but had he told her about
Raymond embarrassing him in front of the entire school.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"I don't really know," she said worriedly. "He came home after school
the other day and went to bed, saying he was sick. He doesn't have a
fever and seems to be alright, but I just don't know. I weighed it in my
mind to tell her why he was ditching school, but I decided it was
something he should discuss with her, not me.

"Now go to Mr. Wilbur's room," she ordered. "He's been waiting for
you."

Again, his face lit up when I came walking into his room. He had the
table set with the checkers game, and he had even laid out a bag of
potato chips and a dish of French onion dip.

We sat playing for about ten minutes. I kept thinking about Dion, and I
felt sorry because he had to fake being ill just so he wouldn't have to
go to school and face Raymond again.

"What do you know about Dion?" I looked up at Mr. Wilbur, as he gave me
a questioning look.

"Why do you ask?" I then told him what had happened at school and how
Dion had stayed home sick..

"He's been through a lot," he said. "I really don't think it's my
place to say anything."

"What do you mean, a lot?" I insisted. He sat and thought for a minute
before answering. I could tell he was trying to decide if he should give
me more information.

"His father left his mother when he was about six," he said. "She
tries to raise seven children on a nurse's salary." That explained why
his clothed always looked a little worn. It also could have been the
reason he stole the sandwich that day.

"Four years ago, when he twelve, he went with his older brother to the
corner store where they live." He stopped and studied me carefully. I
could tell he was still trying to decide if he should continue.

"Two men came in and robbed the store," he said quietly. "They shot
and killed his brother right in front of him. Shot him in the head."
Both of us looked down at the checker board. I didn't know what to say,
and I could tell that Mr. Wilbur was on the verge of crying.

"I wasn't here then, but Nurse Dorothy has given me bits and pieces
over the past couple of years." He continued. "I guess it tore the
whole family apart. Dion took it really hard, since he was there when it
happened. She said he's never been quite the same."

"Wow," I responded. "I had no idea."

"He's not going to talk about it, to you or anyone else," he remarked.
"He's never mentioned it since that day. Remember last week when I told
you about people wearing masks?"

I nodded my head.

"Dion's so far hidden behind his, I don't think anyone will ever be
able to remove it," he said sadly.

I felt so ashamed of myself. All this time I had just figured Dion to be
a rude, unfriendly boy. I had no idea that he had suffered so much. No
wonder he hardly ever smiled.

We spent the next few hours playing checkers and Sorry. We tried to have
a good time, but there was a cloud of sadness hanging over the room. I
kept picturing Dion lying in his bed with the covers pulled up over his
head, trying to keep the world out.

"Guess what," I tried to sound excited.

"I give, what?" responded Mr. Wilbur.

"I'm going on a date tonight."

"Really? With whom?"

"Donovan Michaels!" I noticed him grimace when I said Donovan's name.

"You don't like him very much, do you?" I asked.

"I don't know him personally," he stated, "but I've known guys like
him all my life.

Because they are tall, good looking and athletic, they think they can
have anything they want."

"Donovan's not like that." I insisted.

"Are you sure?" he asked sarcastically. "How well do you know him?"

I sat mum, not knowing what to say since I didn't know much about him.

"Where does he live?" Silence.

"What does his father do for a living?" Silence.

"Is he an only child, or does he have brothers and sisters?" Silence.

"Alright, here's and easy one." He smirked. "What kind of music does
he like to listen to?" Again silence. Mr. Wilbur was making his point. I
had been so enamored by Donovan's good looks, that I actually knew
nothing else about him.

"So how can you tell me he's not like that?" He sat back in his chair
and looked at me, while I looked blankly down at the Sorry board.

"Just be careful, James." he said softly. "Donovan is out of your
league. You're just beginning to discover who you are, and a guy like
Donovan will take advantage of you."

I nodded, but my heart wasn't into playing anymore games. Mr. Wilbur
suggested that I go ahead and leave and get ready for my party. I gave
him a hug before I left.

"Have fun, Tiger," he said. "And I want details next week." I smiled
politely and left the room.

It was two o'clock. Donovan would be picking me up in seven hours.

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