Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2013 14:40:35 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: Teen Tales from SA ch 3

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TEEN TALES FROM SA

PROLOGUE

"Did you actually think you'll get away with this? You didn't have a hope
in hell! My husband isn't a gay sinner like you!"

"HE LOVES ME!! He said he did! You are just a cheap slut who doesn't
deserve him! You slept around with other men more than you did him!"

"Oh yeah...lets see just how much of a slut I can be..."

Harry suddenly stood still when he saw the gun in Tamara's hand and it was
pointing straight at his head.

"Listen, Mrs McClaren, we can sort this thing out, okay? I'll leave him
alone from now on. I promise! Just...don't..."

"Don't do what...boy?" Tamara said, her voice full of sarcasm and
enjoyment.

"Don't kill me!" Harry whispered hoarsely.

"Too late." Tamara whispered back and pulled the trigger. The gun shot
thundered through the house's walls as the blood started to seep out of the
teenager's forehead. His normally energetic boyish eyes had made way for a
glassy expression which would forever be etched on his face. Tamara raced
to the kitchen, and took hold of a wet cloth, quickly wiping off her
fingerprints on the weapon. Then, still with her holding the gun in the
cloth, walked over to Harry's body and carefully, stuck the weapon in
Harry's right hand, and placed it back onto the floor. There. Now the whole
world would think the stupid little gay boy had committed suicide because
he couldn't get what he wanted. With a smile and a last look around the
house, Tamara finally left.

But if she thought that was the answer to all her problems, she was
wrong. Harry Pretorius might have been dead, but he's spirit wasn't. It
watched as if in a movie, frame by frame, how his parents found his body,
how terribly upset they were, and how they had to learn the astonishing
truth from Tamara and Andrew McClaren...just why their son had committed
"suicide". Only three people knew the truth on what had happened to
Harry...Tamara, her husband Andrew and ofcourse Harry himself. Harry's
spirit was determined not to rest until it had gotten revenge. It was
determined to get back Tamara for what she did...and for taking away the
man he loved with all his heart. His soul would NOT REST until he paid her
BACK!

***

Andy McClaren sat at the back of the classroom waiting for the new school
year to begin. He had immensely enjoyed the holiday season but all good
things came to an end ofcourse, and this was his second year in Highschool,
at the age of 15. He was happy to see his old friends again, and together
they sulked and moaned about the fucked up school starting again. For Andy
it was more tough going to school every day than for his friends.

They didn't have to hide the fact that they were gay on top of every thing
else.

If anyone had to find out...Groenvallei High wasn't exactly the most gay
friendly school or area he could have been staying in to be honest. Cape
Town overall was most an accepting living spot for gays and lesbians, but
not exactly for those in Kraaifontein, an average suburb in the south of
Cape Town. Andy tried to act like any normal teenage boy aged 15 would
normally do, which was to check out girls, go to parties, drink alcohol,
watched porn with his buddies, and talked all the fucking time of which
girl they liked to fuck. Deep inside Andy was so deeply depressed and sad
that he could never act on his emotions or feelings. There was so many boys
in his class, in the school, that he found attractive and sexy. But
alas...there was just no way.

They had managed to survive the morning until after break when something
happened in the young Andy McClaren's life that would forever change
it. They were sitting in the Afrikaans class waiting for their teacher, Mrs
Hammond, who were as about as boring in life as her name suggested. Andy
was busy talking to Vernon, one of his closest buddies about Madeline, one
of the most beautiful girls in the school, and how they could get to see
her "magnificent" tits, when the door opened. Everybody expecting Mrs
Hammond was confused by the young man standing in the doorframe with tons
of books in his hands.

"Jeez, can someone just help me here quickly...?" he said, as the books all
started to tumble down. Andy, who was sitting closest to the door, leaped
out of his desk and managed to catch the falling books before they littered
the classroom floor. He looked upwards to the man...and it was like
witnessing an angel from heaven staring back at him.

"Thanks, man! Please take those to my desk, I'll bring the rest," the man
said before winking at Andy. The latter did as he was told with confusion
etched on his teenage face. He placed the books down unto the desk, and as
the entire class was stunned into silence, the man smiled and patted Andy
on the back.

"Uhm...you can take your seat now. Ok peeps, I'm going to be taking over
from Mrs Hammond for your Afrikaans class. She's decided to retire...didn't
anyone tell you?"

 A chorus of "no's" and "huh uh's" went around the classroom.

"Well then I'm telling you now. Its great to finally meet my first class!
I'm Mr Francois Pretorius, and before you say anything, yes I'm only 23
years old and yes, I am fully qualified to be a teacher. I left school at
age 16 to study Teaching at the University of Stellenbosch. Now...just
because myself and you guys have only a eight year age difference, doesn't
mean that you can fuck around in my class. You got me?"

The class immediately fell in love with their new Afrikaans teacher with
THAT! He was hip, happening and like he said, he was more or less their own
age and understood more of their ways and attitudes. For them, it was like
the teacher they had always craved to have! For Andy, well he had always
known he was gay. But to actually be in the presence of this beautiful
young man...this teacher...his heart raced. He felt awkward sitting in his
desk, having to listen to Mr Pretorius give lessons and looking at his
handsome face once a day for five days in a week. Andy closed his eyes and
opened them, staring down at his worksheet. WHY couldn't he just be
straight? It surely would have made life so much easier.

***

"Hi Sweetheart! You're back early!" Andy's mom said when she heard the
frontdoor open and close. Andy walked in with his head down and his
backpack slumbering over his shoulder.

"Hey Mom. I'm gonna lie down for a while, I'm not feeling so good," the
poor boy said.

"Okay...should I bring you up some toast and black tea?" she called after
him.

"Maybe later, thanks Mom!"

Andy layed on his bed, wishing with all his might that he could get rid of
his problem. But he KNEW it was never going to be as simple as
that. Millions of boys out there was struggling with the same problem as he
did, and if they didn't turn straight all of a sudden, why the hell would
he?

Andy closed his eyes and thought back to Mr Pretorius. He was a lean guy,
his black hair prefectly styled with a mohawk at the top and spiky at the
back. His tucked in shirt was cleaving to his obviously ripped stomach
muscles. He was just such a beautiful man. Listening to his voice was like
listening to a gentle breeze sweeping across the ocean. There was no
mistaking for Andy what so ever. On his first day of meeting Mr Pretorius,
he had fallen, lock, stock and barrel, in love with him. What were the
chances? WHY couldn't he have just fallen in love with Madeline or some
girl? WHY?? Tears started seeping out of his eyes as he stared at the
ceiling, his lip started to tremble. He angrily wiped them away, grabbed
the nearest thing he could find, which was his alarm clock, and THREW it
across the room! It splattered into millions of little pieces and with that
Andy's heart had broken into those pieces aswell. He threw himself onto his
bed, in such pain, which he had never, ever felt before. Emotional pain,
knowing that he would never, ever be able to tell anyone about this, or
that anything could come out of his affection for his new Afrikaans
teacher. The door was thrown open as his dad entered having heard the
noise, he stared firstly, at his son laying on his bed crying his eyes out
and then at the broken alarm clock.

"Andy...come on buddy, talk to me..." he said, putting his arm on his son's
trembling back. Andy just shook his head and pushed his face even more into
the pillows. His dad sighed, stood up and kissed his son's head.

"Remember Andy...I'll always be here for you if you wanna talk, okay?" he
said before closing the door of Andy's room behind him.

***

Six months had past, and Andy was literally forcing himself to go to
school. Attending his other classes was fine, but the moment that he
entered the Afrikaans class, that was when his mind stopped working and in
total, he stopped paying attention. The students had an absolute blast in
Mr Pretorius's class that day. It was Friday, and the last period of the
day. Instead of giving them a boring lesson, Mr Pretorius allowed them to
watch a film! Granted, it was a film that they were writing exams about
soon, but it was still cool of him to do so. That's why girls swooned over
him and the boys felt he was more their friend than their teacher. When the
clock struck 14:15, Mr Pretorius switched off the TV and wished them well
for the weekend.

"Before you guys go...Andy, can I speak to you for a moment, please?"

Andy froze right there where he was busy packing in his pencil
case. OH. MY. GOSH. Mr Pretorius wanted to see him...after class...all
alone...

The rest of the students made their way out while Andy just stood there in
one place, his eyes burning, his heart was pounding. Could Mr Pretorius
have figured out how he felt about him? The teacher closed the door and
smiled friendly towards Andy.

"Come on, buddy, come sit down."

Andy did as he was told, although he kept his eyes firmly on the classroom
floor. He didn't dare look up.

"Andy...Andy look at me...please?" Mr Pretorius said.

Slowly Andy fought back his nerves and the tears that was threatening to
roll down his cheeks and finally made eye contact with his teacher. They
looked at eachother for a moment before Mr Pretorius spoke.

"Andy...I have something to show you. You probably know all this, but
nevertheless, I want to," the Afrikaans teacher said and handed Andy a
file. Andy grabbed it and looked down at the paper inside. It was the
results of his school subjects for the past six months. He immediately knew
why Mr Pretorius wanted to see him.

"Andy...you are passing every single subject with an average of almost
85%. All of them...except Afrikaans. Now if you were simply failing my
subject, but two or three others aswell, I wouldn't have brought this up,
buddy. But you have to admit...80-85% in ALL of your other subjects...but
not Afrikaans...make me as your teacher wonder about things."

Andy placed the file back onto the desk and refused to look at his teacher.

"Andy, why don't you like me?"

Suddenly the teenage boy looked up very quickly to Mr Pretorius in sheer
disbelief.

"What, Sir?" he managed to ask.

"I'm sorry, Andy...I probably shouldn't have asked you that, but from the
moment I met you, you have been doing your best to ignore me! You hardly
pay attention in my class, you never make eye contact with me, you're
passing each subject except mine and even now, you refuse to give me your
full co-operation, what am I supposed to think, pal?"

"I'm really sorry, Mr Pretorius. I dunno what...why...I just..."

Andy failed to find his voice as he saw Mr Pretorius stand up and walked
over to Andy's side of the desk. The poor boy shuddered when he felt his
teacher's hand on his shoulder as the latter kneeled down to make eye
contact with him.

"Can I tell you something?" Mr Pretorius asked, to which Andy slowly
nodded.

"I once knew a boy...who was showing the exact same signs to someone, just
like you are at this moment to me. My older brother, his name was Harry, he
was my hero when we grew up. We always played together, we were only a year
apart. Then one day, that sparkle dissapeared out of his eyes. He wasn't
the same Harry anymore. I was fourteen years old, and I needed my big
brother so much, especially during my first year in Highschool. But he just
gave up on life, he just quit caring. He wouldn't go anywhere anymore. When
we tried to speak to him, he just stared out infront of him. And then one
day...we found him in our living room...oh Andy...he had...Harry killed
himself. He was so sad and so miserable that he simply decided to end it
all. I'm not gonna tell you what the reason for all that was, but
Andy...you remind me so much of Harry. You two are so very much alike. And
that's why I wanted to speak to you. What did I do, Andy? Why are you
acting this way towards me? I don't want you to end up like my brother. I
care about you guys SO much."

Andy stared straight at Mr Pretorius's handsome face, the latter's etched
with concern for his student. He then quickly grabbed his bag and ran out
of the classroom.

***

"Why does he want to transfer to another school?" Andrew McClaren asked his
wife as they were getting ready for bed later than same night. Andy was
along asleep in his room, and they knew to keep their voices down a bit
since his room was directly across their's.

"I don't know, Andrew! He just came from school, clearly upset and demanded
that he be transferred to another school! I tried to get something out of
him, but you KNOW Andy these days. He's become a fucking rock when you try
and talk to him."

"He reminds me so much of...oh nevermind. Lets go to sleep. I'll take him
out tomorrow somewhere. Something must have brought this on. He wouldn't
just demand going to another school for no reason."

"Mmm...perhaps its a case of "like father, like son", isn't it, Andrew?"

Andrew McClaren slowly turned towards his wife, his eyes cold and without
emotion. He spoke slowly.

"After eleven years...you're going to bring up the past again, Tamara?" he
asked, his face full of pain.,

"Can you blame me, Andrew? Humiliating me all those years ago...falling in
love with a fifteen year old brat!" Tamara hissed at him, careful not to
wake up Andy.

"How many times should tell you...I AM SORRY. I'm sorry. There, I said it
again. I didn't go looking for that to happen, Tamara! You think I forgot
about it? There's not a fucking day that goes by that I don't blame myself
for Harry taking his own life!"

Tamara rolled her eyes and placed the book she was reading down on her
nightstand. She then faced her husband.

"Did you really, really love Harry Pretorius, Andrew? Can you honestly say
you LOVED him?"

"Yes, Tamara. I did. With all my heart. Doesn't matter now anyway. It was a
mistake and I love you, always have. Let's just forget about this and go to
sleep."

"You think perhaps Harry is gay?"

"If he is, then its his choice and we should help and support him as much
as we can!"

"LIKE HELL. I had to deal with having a gay husband years ago, I'm NOT
going to deal with having a gay son! I dealt with Harry Pretorius and I'll
deal with Andy aswell if that's the case," Tamara said slowly, her eyes
never leaving her husband's.

***

Andy was fast asleep in his bed, dreaming of his favourite teacher. He
dreamt the two of them were sitting on the beach, with no one else in
sight. In his dream, Mr Pretorius circled his arms around him and held him
close. He could feel his teacher's chin on his shoulder before the latter
kissed his neck lovingly. Andy turned around and hugged his teacher close
to him, he could actually feel their hearts beating as one. He felt Mr
Pretorius kiss his forehead before looking smilingly at him.

"I love you..." his teacher said before gently placing his lips onto
Andy's.

In real life, while Andy was busy dreaming of himself and Mr Pretorius
being all romantic, one of the windows in Andy's room was blown open,
slowly. A gentle breeze made the curtains sway with movement. Andy was
sleeping quietly with a smile on his face...suddenly his body was jolted
with energy. His eyes opened, and for a moment, his beautiful blue eyes was
flashed with hatred and pain. They turned brownish for a second or two,
before his body was thrown off the bed. Andy immediately woke up from his
dream about his teacher and rubbed his arm, which was hurt during the
fall. He had fallen off his bed...weird...he thought before getting back in
and having a dreamless sleep...

***

The next Monday back at school Andy was waiting with his dad to see the
school principal, because Andy was still adamant that he wanted to transfer
to another school. Taking him shopping, to the movies and spending some
father/son time did nothing to improve Andy's mood in the end.

"Andy, are you sure you wanna do this? You don't just quit school! There
must be a reason, Son..."

"Dad, please. I don't wanna talk about it."

An hour later they were walking out of the office. Andy was no longer a
student at Groenvallei Highschool. Andrew McClaren watched as a silent tear
was rolling down Andy's cheeks as they walked back to the car. When they
got in, Andy couldn't hold it in anymore and threw himself onto the
dashboard, crying his eyes out. Andrew quickly wrapped his son in his arms
and simply held him. He knew that there was something more to this...but
unless Andy came out and told them, there wasn't much that himself or
Tamara could do.

Suddenly he felt his neck being kissed...Andrew's eyes widened for a
moment...maybe he just imagined it...no...oh fuckin hell...Andy was...

"What the hell, Andy?" Andrew yelled, breaking away from his son.

"Don't call me, Andy, you sexy piece of shit...call me Harry!! Like you
always did..." Andy replied, his voice thick with lust and horny. Andrew's
eyes bulged as he stared back at his son.

"Andy, what the hell has gotten into you?" he shouted, backing against the
car door.

"Come on, Andrew...kiss me again...like you did all those years ago...you
know you want to...remember when you fucked me in your office...in your
house, on your bed...you wanted me..."

Andy threw himself onto a scared and freaked out Andrew, and cupped the
older man's face. Andrew, noticing that Andy's eyes were brown, not blue
like usual, was too shocked to move!  Violently, Andy pressed his lips
against his father's, forcing them open, demanding entry. Andrew wasn't
about to make the mistake of making out with his own son...he took Andy's
hands and PUSHED him off him, with Andy being tossed against the car door.

"Dad! You hurt me!"

"Andy?" Andrew asked.

"What? Jeez, my arm!"

Looking into his son's eyes, seeing that they were blue like always, Andrew
carefully got closer to his son and lifted up his chin.

"Andy, what was the last thing you remember before I tossed you off me?"

"Dad...?"

"Just answer me!"

"Fine jeez, you were hugging me!"

Andrew looked at his son, knowing that he was telling the truth. He turned
the key in the engine and they drove home in silence.

***

The McClaren family were watching TV later that night when the front door
bell rang.

"Tell who ever it is to take a hike, I'm not missing Dallas!" Tamara
yelled.

"Behave yourself, for goodness sake!" Andrew said before he opened the
door.

"Good evening, Mr McClaren? I'm Francois Pretorius, I teach Afrikaans at
Groenvallei High...I was wondering if I may speak to you and Mrs McClaren,
if its possible? It's about your son, Andy."

"Oh certainly, nice to meet you, Mr Pretorius, come on in. Andy! Andy, come
here, please!"

Andy walked into the livingroom from the kitchen where he had grabbed a
soda. The moment he saw his Afrikaans teacher, he dropped the can of Coke,
his mouth wide open, his eyes terrified.

"Andy, Mr Pretorius here wants to chat to us about you. Make yourself at
home."

"Oh please, call me Francois."

"What is this all about? Couldn't it have waited until tomorrow?" Tamara
asked, unwilling to turn Dallas off.

"No, I didn't think so, since Andy isn't my student anymore. I wanted to
find out personally why one of my brighest students just upped and left
school," Mr Pretorius said, looking straight at Andy.

"I'm afraid that's something we cannot answer, Francois. Andy just...I
don't know...he just came in here last week and asked to be transferred to
another school. Its a bit awkward for us to talk about, I know. But I'm
afraid the only person who can answer you is Andy himself."

Mr Pretorius stood up and walked over to Andy, where he still stood, frozen
to the floor. He placed his hand on Andy's shoulder and cupped his head
with the other.

"Tell me, Andy. I think I know. I just need you to tell me," he whispered
to the teenager.

Suddenly Andy's body shuddered and he pushed Mr Pretorius away from him,
the latter landing hard against the coffee table.

"ANDY!" Tamara screamed at the sheer behaviour of her son, but Andy didn't
even look at her. He was looking straight at Andrew.

"My love...Andrew...my love..." he said in a strange voice.

Andrew's fell down to his knees. He couldn't carry his own weight
anymore. Even Tamara was stuck on one spot...she immediately recognised the
voice that came out of her own son's mouth. But that was nothing to what Mr
Pretorius was experiencing. He would recognise his brother's voice
anywhere...each of them knew that it was physically and logically
impossible to see what they were witnessing at that moment, but inch by
inch, spot by spot, hair by hair, the sweet, caring Andy McClaren took on
the face and body of Harry Pretorius.

It was as if Andy had never existed. Tamara flashed hatred in her eyes.

"What have you done to my son??" she yelled, her fists clenched.

"Harry...what have you done?" Mr Pretorius asked this person standing
before them. It was then that Harry responded.

"Fuckkkk...its good to be a human again. Frankie, I didn't mean for you to
see this. I didn't want you to be here. You're my brother...but since you
are, I cannot help that."

He then turned towards Tamara.

"You bitch...you complete and utter bitch...you shot me and killed me at
point black range...and then you had the audacity to place the gun in MY
FUCKING HAND to make it look like I killed MYSELF!!"

"What is this person saying, Tamara?" Andrew asked, clearly confused.

"Its just an illusion, Andrew!" Tamara yelled, but she was scared. This was
clearly not a dream.

"IT IS NOT!! YOU KILLED ME!! Why? Because I LOVED your HUSBAND!! Guess it
was meant to be...you killed me for loving Andrew...now your son is in LOVE
with his Afrikaans teacher! MY own BROTHER! How IRONIC!" Harry taunted
Tamara with an evil smile on his face.

"WHAT?" Mr Pretorius asked, his face full of terror. Tamara looked as if
she was on the verge of giving birth.

"Yes, Frankie! This was Andrew...this was the guy I told you I was in love
with. He was married with a little boy, remember? And SHE...this
bitch...took Andrew away from me. She shot me that day in our house,
Frankie! I didn't kill myself! She did!"

"Where is my son, you freak?" Tamara yelled once more.

"HAHAHAHA!! The more time I'm spend in his body, the more he fades and will
not exist. It will be as if little Andy was NEVER born!"

"Harry...Harry, don't do this! Please, I'm begging you! I'm your brother!"
Mr Pretorius yelled, pleadingly.

"Some brother you are! You also believed I killed myself!" Harry yelled
back.

"What was I supposed to believe? We found you with the gun in your hand!"

"That's why I'm taking back my life...and distroying your son's!" Harry
yelled, spitting in Tamara's face. Andrew just slumped to the floor,
knowing that he had caused ALL of this. It was he...who started a
relationship with a fifteen year old boy, while his wife and four year old
son was waiting for him back home...

Francois Pretorius though had other ideas. He stormed towards Harry and
grabbed hold of his shoulders. He pushed his forehead onto Harry's and took
his head in his hands.

"Andy...Andy I KNOW you're in there somewhere. I KNOW it. Come back to
us. PLEASE...come back to me..."

"What the fuck are you doing, Frankie?" Harry screamed and tried to push
Francois away, but the latter held firm.

"Andy, don't listen to Harry. He's dead! Its his soul doing this, please
you've got to fight it! Please, Andy, please! Come back to me!"

Harry's face turned sour, and before he could help it...Andy's voice was
heard, loud and clear.

"I love you..."

"I KNOW you do! Guess what, buddy? I feel the same! That's why I came round
tonight, I'm not gonna allow you to leave school and move away! I love you,
Andy! So much! Come back to me..." Mr Pretorius begged, clutching Harry's
face, imagining it was Andy's.

Harry's body lurged into the air and started shaking at an incredible
pace. There was a fight for life or death going inside there. Andy, now
fully knowing that his teacher felt the same way about him, his love for
his beloved Mr Pretorius was too strong for Harry's hatred of Tamara and
Andrew and what was done to him. Harry's body was tossed straight from mid
air right into Mr Pretorius's arms, where it finally came to a
standstill. Francois Pretorius watched slowly but surely how Harry's
features ivaporated and slowly transformed back into Andy's...the boy he
loved with all his heart.

Andy's eyes opened slowly and tiredly, and a single tear escaped from his
eyes.

"You love me...?" he whispered questioningly at his teacher.

"Andy...oh man...more than you'll ever know..." Mr Pretorius whispered
back.

"Let go of my son, you fucking paedo!" Tamara yelled, as she regained the
use of her legs.

"No, Tamara! Let them be. You can see they love eachother. Don't you DARE
get in the way of them being happy," Andrew said as he got up and walked
over to his wife.

"RIGHT...you WOULD say something like this!  You and your own paedo
tendancies!" Tamara yelled in his face.

"At least I was genuinely in love with Harry. I'm not a murderer like YOU!"
Andrew said quietly before slapping Tamara through her face. The woman fell
onto the floor, clutching her cheek.

"And now I'm calling the police. You need to be arrested for the murder of
Harry Pretorius. I'm a witness to that. You came home that evening after
you killed that boy in cold blood, but what you didn't know, was that I was
having you followed! Harry told me a week before he died that you were
threatening him. I just didn't think you would actually commit murder. The
private eye I hired still has all the photo's, all the evidence...you
remember that you asked me to throw those bloodied clothes away? Well, I
didn't. Harry's blood is still all over them! And your days of blackmailing
me with having a relationship with a minor is OVER. I will confess if I
have to! I LOVED Harry Pretorius. He was my heart, my soul and my love. I'm
not sorry for ever loving him!"

Andrew Pretorius grabbed his phone and dialled the police's number, while
Francois and Andy kept watch on Tamara. In the end, she went very quietly,
and a week later, was sentenced to 25 years in prison for murdering Harry.

***

"Now it all makes sence. Why Harry just simply lost interest in
everything. Why he just gave up on life. I wish he'd just told me what
happened!" Francois said as he and Andy were laying in Andy's room, on his
bed, about two weeks after it all happened. It was the first time that
Francois was able to talk about his older brother.

"Its almost as if Harry wanted us to fall in love, dontcha think?" Andy
said, laying his head on Francois's chest. The latter lovingly ran his
fingers through the teenager's hair.

"Andy, the moment I dropped those books at the beginning of the year in
class, and you looked into my eyes...I knew how I felt. But I was your
teacher. I couldn't admit to having feelings for you. When you started to
pass every subject except for Afrikaans, I thought you hated me. But
then...I was reminded of Harry. You carried the exact same pain in your
eyes as he did back then. It was when you wanted to leave school that I
knew...you felt the same."

Andy looked up from Francois's chest and the two kissed gently. Andy
sighed.

"What will the kids at school think about this?" he asked, his voice
shaking.

"I don't care what they think. I'll get another job or something, but I'm
NOT losing you. I love you, Andy. Come here you..." Francois said as the
Afrikaans teacher kissed his student for what seemed like the millionth
time. In the end...love defeated revenge.

Andrew McClaren would never forget his one true love either. He kept
thinking to when he first met Harry, how happy they were...how in love they
were. But they weren't meant to be. Tamara had seen to that. But all these
years he had thought Harry killed himself because of him...and now he knew
that Harry died at Tamara's hand, simply because Harry wanted to be with
him so much, at all costs. Now that he knew the truth of what happened that
day, he could carry on his life in piece. He slowly looked upwards as a
little breeze of the wind seemed to surround him.

"I'll never forget you, kiddo." He said as he walked away from the
gravesite. Away from the tombstone, which showed the picture of a boy
smiling brightly.

His Harry.

***

THANKS FOR READING!! This series would all be one off stories such as thes
afe where teen boys deal with being gay and coming out. If you liked it and
want more, please send me a quick reply on whiteryan65@gmail.com

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MUCH LOVE!!

RYAN WHITE.