Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:17:56 -0400
From: Dyllon Calandro <skip15@live.com>
Subject: The Call That Changed His Life pt. 1

Disclaimer: This story contains explicet material between two male
characters. This story is based on a true story but names have been changed
to protect anonymity. Please do not read this if you are under 18, or it is
illegal for you to do so.


Prologue
       The phone rang, halting Jack's fall into sleep. He picked the small
silver device off of the bed next to him while rubbing his eyes.  The phone
said `Restricted,' but he decided to answer anyways. "Hell my life can get
any worse than this." He spoke aloud to himself. He flipped open the phone
and pressed the green answer button.
       "Hello?"

       Chapter 1
       	Jack woke up. It was the first day of school at his new school. He
just had to transfer; he just couldn't deal with all the drama at his old
school. He felt like a freshman again, even though he was a sophomore.
        Jack crawled to the edge of his California king bed, and stepped
into his slippers. Sure, he was a little spoiled, but who isn't, right?  He
walked into the bathroom and took a good long look in the mirror. His
cropped, dirty blonde hair was disheveled, and the remnants of a night
crying himself to sleep was still very clear on his face. His blue-green
eyes were still pink and puffy and his cheeks still had streaks running
from eye to chin.
       Jack turned the sink on cold and splashed his face, hoping it would
make him wake up. It didn't and he had the time so he just turned on the
shower. He threw his tank top and pajama pants into the corner and kicked
his slippers under the sink. He stepped into the cool shower and let the
water run down his back, focusing on relaxing each muscle, one at a
time. After he had finished showering he wrapped himself in an oversize
white towel. White, everything was white. White walls, white floors, white
clothes. Jack preferred white; it was the cleanest of the colors. He walked
to his closet and picked a polo, white, of course, and a pair of his
favorite white Abercrombie jeans with the holes in the legs, and his white
trainers. After toweling off and getting dressed Jack grabbed his bokbag
and headed downstairs for breakfast.
       The kitchen was already pristine; you would never guess that the
breakfast on the table was cooked on those surfaces. The stainless steel
appliances were already cool and clean, the sink was empty and the
dishwasher running. The kitchen, like jacks room, was all white, except for
the stainless steel appliances.
       "Morning mom," Jack smiled as he walked into the kitchen.
       "Hey honey, how'd you sleep?" She asked looking up from the
newspaper.
       "Same as usual... What'd you make? I'm starved."
       "Your favorite of course; pancakes and spicy Italian sausage," Jack
could hear the slight hint of a joking sarcasm in the last word. He rolled
his eyes at her joke, but sat down at the table and started loading up his
plate.
       After scarfing down his food, and kissing his mother goodbye, Jack
walked out of the house to wait for his new bus.  When it arrived he
climbed up the steps and scoped out the seating. There was only one open
seat, right across the aisle from a guy sitting with his feet stretched out
onto the empty seat. Jack ignored the looks from the students wondering who
he was and made his way to the seat. When he got there he squeezed his way
past the feet, for the guy didn't bother moving them, and sat down. He saw
a blonde head in front of him turn in his direction, and he was greeted by
a very friendly looking smile.
       "Hi! I'm Gretchen." Her voice was trill, musical almost.
       "Uh, hi. I'm Jack." He responded nervously.
       "You a freshman?" Gretchen asked.
       "Nah, I'm a sophomore from Jamestown High."
       "Ooh. Why'd you switch?"
       "Drama."
       "Oh."
       Jack took her pause as a time to look at the other students around
him. Nobody overly interesting, until his eyes slid over the guy who still
had his feet on Jack's seat. He had to be the most gorgeous guy Jack had
ever seen; medium brown hair swept to the side at his thin black
eyebrows. His strong high cheekbones set over a gorgeous set of perfect
lips. He had his arms crossed, showing his nicely chiseled arms. The guy
had his eyes closed, probably asleep, so he didn't notice Jack staring,
mouth slightly open, but Gretchen did. Jack turned when he felt a tapping
on his shoulder, mouth still agape.
       "Uhm, are you like, gay, or something?" She asked quietly.
       "Actually," Jack thought a moment; coming out last year had
destroyed him, but it had to happen eventually.  "yeah, I am."
       "Oh. I'm chill with that, but Matt wouldn't be." She said gesturing
to `mr. gorgeous.'  "He may look and act a little gay, but he's the
straightest straight guy I know."
       Little does she know, Jack thought to himself. That's the type who
really is gay they're just hiding it from everybody. But instead he said,
"Oh, okay."
       "Sorry to crush anything you may have been building up; it's just
that I've seen too many people get hurt over that guy."
       "It's alright, thanks though." He added with a smile.
       "No problem." Gretchen turned around to gather her stuff. Jack saw
the exit the school was off of coming up ahead and slid his bag onto his
left shoulder.
       As the bus pulled up nearly everybody stood up, except Jack. He
wanted to be last off the bus to avoid attention. Thank god a teacher had
given him a full tour of where his classes were when he came to the
orientation. At least he wouldn't look like a freshman walking around with
a map.