Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 17:26:50 +0000
From: Stan Right <stanright@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Secret Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Dangerous suspicions

The following weeks of my life were lets say usual. Most people would say it
was perfect! Not a care in the world, and I knew it! I loved my life, things
just kept on getting better, my grades were great, my gifts from my parents
even more expensive, and with three parties already attended, and a bigger
stash of dope I had ever owned in my dorm I was great! The training
practices were paying off as well not only was Andy improving, and I was
getting a regular 'mess around' with the lump of teen meat, I was offered a
place on the rugby team, but wisely I declined much to the expectation of Mr
Gale. I knew that if I joined, yes I would rise in the social rank in school
but that would mean leaving Jill, my only sexual confidant, besides I didn't
care if I rose up the social ranks. I was happy!

The only problem that started to occur was the risk involved in 'messing
around' with Andy. It was getting increasingly more dangerous. The
employment of a new grounds keeper was one of the main things. Mr Dellick,
basically hated students. The thought of two staying after school and
practising on his beautiful pitch meant that he spent some days perched in
his small shed with binoculars in one hand and a note book in the other.
What the notebook was for I never knew, but it was there! Another spanner in
the works was the establishment of other after school groups and when they
clashed with the practices it was hands off! But that was fine, again I was
happy! But something happened in late October after the Halloween Ball that
started a few different balls rolling! I had gone to the ball with Jill,
again keeping up appearances. We had decided to make it out as if we were
dating to through the scent off some nosy people! Unfortunately for me, as I
walking Jill to her boarding house at one in the morning, on a cold October
31st Greg, someone who I had often suspected to be gay jumped out in front
of us in a desperate attempt to scare us. But what was more annoying for him
was that it wasn't the costume that scared us more the fact Greg had leapt
out of a bush. Jill and I by the way, had gone to the ball as dead 30's
people, I in a black suit and bowler hat, and Jill in a very thirties dress
with a tiny black hat and veil.

'Alright Stan' Greg asked, 'I hear you got asked to join year 11 rugby team'

'Yeah' I replied half heartily, I liked Greg don't get me wrong but he was
slightly odd. It wasn't a general thing for a guy of the year above to
talk/make friends with younger years! I often believed he did this, because
he suspected I was gay, as I thought he was. Jill and I turned into the
drive of her boarding house, we rounded up by the large front door, Greg was
watching by the gate, I kissed Jill good night, and turned to leave. Jill
and I often kissed, but there was never anything in them, she liked it
because she didn't feel alone, I utilised it to create a mask for my
homosexuality.

'What do you want Greg?' I asked approached him, I have a very short fuse
when it comes to people with hidden agenda's. They often failed of course in
getting what they wanted, as I could smell suspicious greetings and
conversations miles away.

'Nothing what makes you think I'm after something?'

'Come off it Greg!' We both started crossing the smaller pitch towards our
boarding house, 'you want dope don't you!' Greg smiled a curious smile.

'How did you know!'

'You smoke it with me, on my roof, you know the rules you don't tell anyone
I won't kill you!' I laughed at this final comment, 'but seriously, you know
the rules, you'll get some if you shut up!' Greg nodded, it was true Greg
often came to me for pot, and I didn't care much, as long as he kept it
quite. I punched the code into the front door of the boarding house and
began the long climb up to my dorm, Greg in hot pursuit. I pushed open the
door and set my latest gadget. A small remote doorbell thing I found in a
shop, it rings when someone crosses the corridor leading to my room. I
flicked on the soft desk light as I hated the ceiling light, it was too
strong and dominant for my eyes! I made Greg sit down facing my computer,
which was busy busying itself with a screensaver, while I got my dope. No
one, or at least I hoped no-one knew where my weed was, I didn't like other
people knowing where it was, call me paranoid! I pushed the window open
after I loaded two pipes and climbed out. Night on the roof top was
different from on the ground a little more windy, so before Greg followed me
out I told him to retrieve a coat. Sitting down on the small platform
beneath my window we sparked up.

The usual inane chat began, Greg's life was to me boring, yeah he led a
simple of life of try but horribly fail to get laid as often as he could.
Greg wasn't ugly, he reminded me a bit of Elijah Wood, but he didn't have
the eyes and a less thick neck! His stance was thin, and short. He was about
the same height if not a bit taller as me. I was though taller in my shoes
as they were big bastard Bunker boots! When Greg took his last drag on his
pipe, he looked at me strangely and I knew then that here it comes the real
secret agenda.

'I know you know' he said

'Know what?' I asked curiously

'What you do!'

'I do a lot of things!' I replied a little annoyed

'What you do at practice with Andrew Stale'

'I practice rugby!'

'No, what you do... do'

'and what would that be then?' I asked a little suspicious, and angry but I
tried to hide it as best I could.

'You know... things' Greg seemed to me a little embarrassed to say what he
wanted

'Things? Greg your going to have to be a little more descriptive?'

'Shut up Greg you don't know what you're talking about!' I told him half
joking half dangerously serious. Greg looked at me and then nodded. He stood
and announced his farewell and clambered into my room, I followed him
seconds later to find that he had only just crossed towards the door. I
hopped quietly down onto the floor only to be faced with Greg's face very
close to mine, dangerously close in fact. He moved forward and pressed him
lips against mine, shocked I pushed him away and looked into his eyes with a
mix of fury and surprise. 'What the fuck do you think your doing?' I asked
him, Greg winced at my words sudden horror leapt through his face.

'I thought you were...'

'You thought I was what' I interrupted, 'Gay?'

'Yes...'

'Greg leave, leave now Greg... NOW GREG LEAVE' I growled, he quickly
scurried out of the room, I was shaking with fear, anger, and shock. I
collapsed onto my bed and didn't sleep, I just lay there staring into the
ceiling trying desperately to figure something out.

~

'Shit' I said as I sat opposite Jill the following morning 'fucking shit!'

'What's wrong?'

'Wrong! I'll tell you what's wrong, I think Greg knows about me and Andy!'

'What... really' Jill splurged mouth half full of cereal, splattering her
Corn-flakes across her tray.

'Yeah and not only that, he tried to kiss me!'

'REALLY!' She almost started laughing but stopped catching my glare 'Well
we've always been suspicious!'

'Yeah well... other people could know! Then we're in shit!'

'I doubt it honey, calm down!' She said as a group of first years walked
passed the table, staring at them, scaring them away with her lion like
eyes. 'Greg isn't exactly the most popular person in his year is he, and
anyway he wouldn't try to kiss you if he had told people. You could easily
crush him sweetie' Again she glared at a couple of people in the year below
as they attempted to sit on the table, her golden hair flowing like a mane
down her shoulders, 'socially I mean! But I bet, you know, you could easily
pin him in a fight'

'You know I ain't like that!'
'I know dear, just don't panic, your word is stronger than Greg's and also
he probably is just guessing, and jealous of Andy, having practice with
you!' She laughed at that, ignoring my eyes completely 'Talk to Andy about
it!' Those were her final words on the subject, as she lost the battle with
the first years as they sat as far down the table as they could possibly
get, furthest away from Jill and me. 'Little buggers!' she declared openly,
'Come on Stan lets go' She stood and dragged her tray off the table and
placed it on the rack near the canteen then walked passed the table we were
sat at, and crouched by the first years. 'Next time you sit with me, or my
friends, I'll book you... OK!' She stood with a broad smile of achievement,
and we walked towards our bags together.

'Abusing your power a bit aren't you' I told her, Jill was one of the School
prefects, and probably the only one that actually did something, though all
for the wrong reasons!

'What, a prefect, and not get my own way! HA' the pair of us walked out of
the dinning hall with our bags slung over our shoulders, gossiping about
recent events.

~

It was a few days later just before practice, when I was next alone with
Andy, and still Greg's little surprise was haunting my mind. I know most of
you would say, fuck it let people know, but I was shit scared, really shit
scared. I had heard stories when I started, about a gay guy in the sixth
form, and how he had been really badly beaten up two days after he came out,
since then I suppose I had been afraid! Anyway, the first moment I had alone
with him, I told him. I didn't tell him about Greg trying to kiss me but
about how he might know. For some reason I didn't want Andy knowing about
the kiss, a strange wall in my throat prevented me telling Andy.

Andy's reply was not what I expected, he just sat thinking for a moment and
then smiled looked at me, and drifted into thought again. Seconds later he
came up with a solution.

'I know, right leave it with me! Don't worry I'll sort it!' Andy had a
strange look in his eye, 'We'll just have to cool it for a while!' I nodded,
I had thought that that would have to happen anyway and had been expecting
it, in fact I would have been more surprised if Andy didn't want to cool it!
Following that practice was less enthralling for me at least, although there
were fleeting moments of wandering hands and quick gropes but nothing to
adventurous. The showers seemed almost unbearably boring as well, but Andy
had been kind enough not to wear anything in the shower and allowed me a
good look, he seemed excited by the hard cock in my shorts as well because
he certainly wasn't flaccid!

That night I was surprised at how frustrated I was, the practice now seemed
more like an extension of my Rugby lessons and they bored me, but there was
the slight added spice of the quick groping! But still no sex, not that it
was really sex we hadn't done any penetration stuff just blowing each other
and so on. Andy had a hot mouth, he really knew how to work a penis! But
forget that, I was just so annoyed at the situation! I could really have
killed Greg at that moment. The next day however I was worried for Greg, two
of Andy's mates were towered over him and didn't seem to friendly. Later I
asked Andy what it was about and he just shrugged his shoulders and walked
off. For two days following Greg was no-where to be seen. I did stupidly
start panicking. I felt like I was stuck in the middle of a strange Mafia
scandal, and in a sense it was like that!

All my practices with Andy had been postponed due to some reason not
explained to me, and I only half worried about that because the Exams were
approaching, which meant the end of term! Almost automatically I slipped
into examination mode, studying texts and revising formula's, it was easy
but it sickened me. I loved and hated exams. I didn't stress in them, which
was very different from most other people, but I usually failed to see their
importance, as I never really had to worry!

Exam period in school was generally a good time for me, rules were generally
relaxed so that students didn't stress to much, not that I paid them much
attention but it now meant I didn't have to be quite as careful! But
eventually they were over, I had sat in eleven exams, and I felt confident
with most of them, and this confidence was usually reassured the following
day when my teacher would pat me on the back or do something similar. On the
Wednesday before breaking up, Jill and I were sat on the cold stone wall
looking over the large school quad, when Jill decided to point something out
to me that I had somehow ignored. Greg had not been in school for the passed
three weeks, ever since he had been talking to Andy's friends, I instantly
began to worry, I don't know why I did, but I began to ramble crap, but Jill
just laughed.

'Shut up you twat!' she joked, 'its ok I know where he is, just wanted to
see what you would do! He went home early got tonsillitis'

'You cow!' I declared as Andy walked up behind me without my knowledge. He
tapped me on my shoulder and I nearly fell off the wall with shock.

'Stan, next term someone else will be joining our practice OK' He said and
then walked off, I was a little muddled but suddenly realised what was going
on and I called out after him 'WHO?'

'BRETT' He hollered back as he disappeared into the common room.