Date: Tue, 14 Mar 2017 14:54:34 +0000
From: Danny writing <danny2017writing@outlook.com>
Subject: Even If We Tried - Part 3

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The slang word SUP, means What Is Up for anyone who has not
heard of this word, which is mentioned later on in this
chapter.

Readers: I'd like to know your personal opinion, would my
readers like to hear more about the relationship between Ethan
and Sam.

If anyone is interested in the writing process for this
chapter, I used the songs listed below for inspiration on
writing this chapter. The reason I include this section is so
the readers get to feel some of the emotions I'm convening, if
you wish to play it along, before or after the story it could
add an extra depth to the emotion.

-	She Remembers by Max Richter
-	Anything You Synthesize by The American Dollar


Email is danny2017writing@outlook.com

In The Last Chapter: Sam becomes aware of his feelings for
boys.
However, after receiving his first kiss from Austin it
confuses him more and sets him on a journey of self discovery.
Ethan, Sam's best friend also tells the girl he's been
crushing on how he feels. This leaves all three boys in the
state of first love, and the mixed feelings that will either
derail a friendship or strengthen one.

Even If We Tried Part 3

The quietness and stillness of my room was a little piece of
heaven.
Since all that could be heard was the silent and rhythmic
breathing of Ethan who was merely less than ten feet away.
I didn't get much sleep after what had happened during the
night, I had way too many thoughts running through my mind.
I had not bothered to move since I got back in bed after my
accident. All that could be heard was the gentle breaths
coming from Ethan on the top bunk, and
every now and then he'd rearrange his position and the
wooden lattes would creak every time he would move.

I felt the sun rays pour through the venetian blind on my
window, and warm my blankets and face. It flooded the room
with a golden haze.

As I lay quietly I decided to replay the events of last
night in my head while I had the opportunity without an
interruption present.

Did it actually happen, did he really kiss me, did I kiss
him. I felt myself touching my bottom lip, faintly with my
fingertips.
Swallowing my fear deep, I started asking myself questions.
What if Ethan found out, would he think I was weird, or sick
even.

I did not want to lose any friends, I could probably handle
losing friends. But not Ethan, not him.
So, I decided that it was in the best interests of everyone
to keep my mouth shut about my feelings for Austin.
I didn't want to have the fear of walking to school and
getting jumped, I did not want to be isolated on the school
bus in the mornings to school or coming home for that
matter.
Most defiantly, I sure as hell did not want to be ridiculed
and mocked for other people's amusement.

I sat up in my bed and placed my hands over my face, and
sighed into them. Don't do this I said to myself, I more or
less warned myself.
I knew that If I decided to go down this road that I'd have
problems to face. Sitting up in my bed with the blankets
covering my lower body, I looked down to the floor where
last night's clothes lay. The garments I had worn to the
party lay, right next to Ethan's, who's clothes where
equally thrown across the room in the same regard.
It was this sight that got me thinking of the possibility of
having a boyfriend.
I then jumped a little when Ethans arm flew down from the
top bunk and dangled in mid-air.

I felt temped to pull him out of the top bunk just for fun,
I felt that I shouldn't though as I don't think he'd have
been very happy with me if I did. But then again, I needed
something to cheer me up and decided to go for it. Come to
think of it, Ethan would most likely do the same thing to me
anyway. So, there was no need for sympathy.

Pushing my Blankets out onto the floor so that he would not
fall straight to the floor and that he would have something
to break his fall, I did hastily.
Plucking up my pillows I threw it on top of the blankets also.

The red glare from my alarm clock caught my attention.
It displayed in large blocked numbers 10:43 am. I decided that
it was about time to kick start the day.

Clenching onto his wrist that was centimetres in front of
me, I came to notice something that I never noticed before.

His skin looked so soft, and the fine hairs that fuzz from
his skin looked oddly beautiful with the golden glow coming
from the window. I had never noticed this sort of feature
about any boy before only till now.

I felt that I couldn't pull him now, I felt that it would be
wrong. I questioned myself as to why I felt it would be a
good idea to pull him from the bed in the first place.

I got out of bed, standing with my small bare feet on the
pillows and blankets on the floor, I looked up at Ethan who
was laying peacefully asleep, His shoulders where exposed,
and it showed his unblemished skin, it was enticing looking,
It looked so soft and smooth. I looked up at his face, He
had the face of an angel at that moment, If I truly knew
what an angel looked like. Because if it looked
anything like I've been told an angel would possibly be the
nearest thing possibl to describe his beauty in that
moment.

His delicate face had no emotion to tell as he rested his
head on a pillow and his hair was slightly wedged up since
he had his head against the pillow. His eyelashes gave him a
youthful and feminine look to his face, But still his
eyelashes where nothing compared to his stunning eyes when
they were opened for everyone to marvel at.

Before long I felt myself reaching out to touch Ethans skin,
I knew that I should have not been doing this.
I was totally crossing the barrier from straight to gay, but
I just couldn't help it. In the moment, he was just too
beautiful.

The soft touch and silkiness of his skin felt sublime.
The small fuzz of his hairs that ran the length of his
thirteen year old arm was supple. I didn't want to stop.
I felt somewhat content softly rubbing his arm, but that's
when my conscience told, me it was time to stop.
Ethans arm slowly started to show goosebumps and he started
to vaguely mumble in his sleep. Letting his arm go I stepped
back in case he was to wake up all of sudden.

I backed off the blankets under my feet onto the carpet and
backed myself up against my bedroom door.
Looking over at him I sank to the floor until my bum reached
the floor. I felt really confused and I felt that I wanted
to cry for no apparent reason.
What the fuck is wrong with me I asked, but as always there
was no-one to answer my question.

Feeling the tear form in my duct and roll down my plump
cheek I heard the single plop as it hit the floor, before
long I had started a flow of constant water from my eyes
and no matter how hard I tried I could not stop crying.

Sniffling quietly, I tried not to wake Ethan. But as
quick as my intentions of not wanting to wake him were
interrupted when his breathing slowed. I heard him hop out
of bed and walk towards me.

Looking up to the semi-naked boy he stood in front of me in
just a pair of blue Hollister underwear.

"Are you okay" He asked looking worried and in a sympathetic
voice. Leaning down to my level at the door, I seen his
muscular legs flex as he crouched and his bulge become
prominent in the thin fabric that shielded his privates.

"Sam" He said as I tried not to look at the lower section of
his body. Looking deeply into my eyes he looked worried.

"What's wrong" He asked as I slowed my breathing, I didn't
want to tell him what was wrong with me.
How could I, he wouldn't be able to understand.
I don't even understand. I don't want to be this way, I just
am this way.

He sat down on the floor with his back towards the door with
me. He didn't say anything, I assumed that he was waiting
for me to tell him what was truly wrong. But I did not plan
on telling him anything of the sort.
Especially not the part were I though his skinned looked
oddly beautiful and defiantly nothing about Austin.

His leg softly rested against my bare leg, all that was
covering us was the thin fabric of our underwear and I
started to quickly grow uncomfortable about that.
What if I was to bone up, how would I be able to explain
that to him. the two of our shoulders touched and it felt
nice to have the skin contact, but it shouldn't have felt
nice. Because it was boy.

A few minutes had passed and no word were said, the room got
gradually brighter as it approached midday and the rays
became stronger through my blinds.

I had not anticipated or even tried to reach out to Ethan,
but just when I thought I might have been able to say
everything's okay. He reached out and took my hand that was
resting my thigh and held it.
I felt my heart race and I started to panic.

"Sam" He comforted me in a soft hushed voice. "I'm here if
you want to talk to me"

I felt my hand becoming a little too clammy for my liking.
Even though his hand was warm I felt a small heat building
up. I broke the hand contact, but if the hand thing wasn't
enough I started to have my morning wood at the same time.

"I'm... Okay" I lied as I stood up and paced towards my desk,
where a pair of my underarmour shorts, draped the back of
chair. Usually for when I go running, they quickly served a
purpose other than running until now.

Standing with my back to him I put them on as quick as I could
and sat down on the chair so that we would not be
able to see the awkward erection.

"Man, your acting weird" He stated

"Sorry" I said with a now erratic heartrate. "I'm just
stressed about things, but I'll be okay"
He looked at me with a dumbed face and said in a sharp tone
"You're not serious. Do you think I'd by that garbage"?

"Nooo..., I'm." I stammered, ashamed I said "I don't know
what's wrong with me I'm just dealing with stuff.

Both of us now on the verge of crying he came over to
me, he was still so distracting in his tightly fitting
underwear. I did not want to think of the prospect of what
was beneath them. I felt that my boner was slowly deflating
and I didn't want it reappearing at this point in time.

Standing over me he looked down at me as I looked up at him.

"Well dummy stand up, so I can give you a hug" He said as he
playfully nudged the centre of my chest as he always does.

Drawing in a breath and almost chocking on it, I stood up
not really wanting to. I could feel my legs going weak with
the nervousness and the fear. I could feel my heart beating
as hard as it has ever done so.

Standing fully up at this point, I wrapped my arms around
his athletic body, likewise he did the same and we pulled
each other into a hug.
He heled onto me like he was worried about me and then let
go before looking into my eyes.

Suppressing the problems, I was facing, I genuinely felt
that I had gotten some understanding from Ethan a little
stress off my chest.

Mischievously I smiled at him and playfully pulled at the
leg of his Hollister boxer briefs to initiate a rambunctious
game of fuckery with plenty of playful shouting and messing.

It worked for the most part the most because not long
after that we got dressed, ate breakfast and headed on
downstairs to see what my mom would have for us to do.
Truly though if she had nothing to do then that meant that,
me and Ethan could do what we wanted for the day.
Since he did not need to be home until around six, and the
day looked like It was going to be a fairly good day. We
decided that we would go to the arcade to pass a couple of
hours and then head to the park for a little bit.


Sure, Enough Mom just asked for us to run to the shop for her,
and buy milk and bread. Doing so Ethan and I headed to the
shop and quickly returned so that we could head off.

Saying our goodbyes to my mom, we headed out the back patio
doors and to the shed at the end of my garden.
Opening the old rusty door, I motioned for Ethan to follow
through. Digging into my grey denim jeans, I pulled out my
phone
and toggled the flashlight on, so that I would not fall
over anything while I tried to get my bike from the back
of the shed.

Pulling it out with lots of effort I wheeled it out and
propped it up against the wall outside and closed the
door as soon as Ethan had done his little tour around.

"You ready" I asked Ethan as I rolled and talk with the BMX
under one of my arms. "Yeah Man" He said with a warm smile.
Once we had got out to the front yard I swung my leg over the
seat and got on, I then told Ethan to stand on the back pegs
and hold onto my shoulder so that he would not fall off.

The moment I felt Ethan climb onto the back of the bike I
could feel the weight of him immediately.
I have had this bike since I was about ten,
I remember my mom bringing me to the shop to pick the
bike I wanted. Mom had originally wanted me to pick
a different bike that was $65 dollars cheaper, but I had
my heart settled on a blue BMX. Puppy eyes though, I guess
my sad look made my mom pithy pay the little extra for me to
have the bike and since then it's been with me for as long as
I
can remember. The BMX would have to be the longest lasting
bike for me, I mean it's gone through possibly hundreds of
punctures and falls and it still looks brand new.

Pushing off of the concrete driveway and onto the centre of
the road, I started peddling. I felt it was incredibly
difficult
since we were not kids anymore and we had grown up quite a
bit.

"What the fuck, are you eating" I mocked teasingly to Ethan as
I had to peddle harder in order to make some speed.

"Shut up" He squalled in a chortled laugh.
"I mean..." I panted as I was feeling the pressure in the backs
of my legs. "At this rate, we'll never break the sound
barrier"

Ethan just went into a hysteric and started laughing at the
remark as I peddled down the road towards the arcade.

Arriving at the arcade, we got off the bike and went inside,
I didn't want to leave my bike outside so I asked if I could
bring it inside. As I went from machine to machine I rolled it
with me and played a couple of the games of pinball and won
twice.

Ethan then resorted to playing the merchandise machines,
inside one of the machines there was $50 dollars to be won,
and for every $1 dollar that Ethan put into the machine, he
soon grew frustrated with machine after he had lost $11
dollars
and decided to move on to the slot machine. He studied the
ledge moving in and out as it pushed the money out before
he dropped in any of his own money. But when then ran out of
money, he looked around to see if anyone was watching us and
started to slowly grind his hips into the plastic on the
outside of the slots.

He started to break into a hump, and that was went I was
getting turned on by what he was doing. He was rubbing himself
against the machine and the way his shorts moved every time he
did it made it impossible to not look. Deciding to break the
silence I asked "What are you doing man"

Funnily enough he just commented with "Practicing my technique
for the ladies"

"Gross Dude" I joked in a sharp tone, that my voice broke.

He jumped away from the machine and laughed "I'm messing"
He quipped back before we left shortly after and
headed towards the park.

The rest of the day was a good day out with Ethan, but still
no matter how much fun I had I was starting to have growing
feelings that I'd never had before for me friend or any boy.
Come to think of it Ethan has always been that crude sort
of guy and I never really picked up on it till now.

Having a crush on Austin and becoming aware of my sexual
awaking's over my best friend, I now felt trapped.




When Monday morning rolled around, it was always one of the
days
I dreaded most. I mean why did you have to get up at 6 am
It should have been outlawed, I mean even if the government
allowed the decent people of America a couple more hours of
sleep on a Monday morning I don't think I would have anything
bad to say about that. But don't.

Doing the same old processes, picking my clothes out, I
decided
with a pair of red skinny jeans, and a grey tracksuit top.
Rushing into the shower I washed quickly and got dressed.

In the car to school, I made a little effort to talk to my mom
and Lauren. I was feeling in a good mood today and then
thought
about talking this early was not  all as bad, unlike some
other mornings.

Arriving at school I bumped fists with the sister and then
preceded to my locker. dialling in the combination, I reached
into the locker and took the books I needed for the classes
before lunch. Placing them neatly into my bag, I hunkered
down to my bag which was on the floor and placed them in the
order of the classes, that went throughout the day and zipped
it up.

Just as I was standing up I got a message, using two fingers,
I slide it out of my tight jean pocket and unlocked it.
Pressing on the icon in snapchat that appeared to be from
Ethan, I clicked on it and Ethan popped up in a picture.
The picture had a caption across the centre of the picture
that said.

"I'm not going to be in until after lunch, have dentist
appoint".

Clicking onto the camera button I took one of myself and
sent back "Okay mate, best of luck at the butchers"

A minute later that snap was opened and he had sent back
another snap to me. "Thanks" He said as he pretended to
look rather blue about the situation.
Placing the phone back in my pocket I, closed the door
and adjusted the lock, before turning to head for class.

Seated at the table I felt a little weird since Ethan was not
here to keep my company. I did end up talking to a couple of
other people who were only small time friends, and after a
couple of minutes of interaction with them I reverted to
opening other snaps on snapchat and stated replying to the
endless list of people who wanted my attention.

I found the time going fast and I felt the classroom fill, and
I also felt and smelt a familiar presence and scent sit down
in the chair beside me. I knew it was Austin, but I didn't
want to
look up, what was I going to say to him, "I really liked your
kiss". No I couldn't do that. But sure, enough he started to
fidget with things to get me to notice him and look up,
being persistent he was. I wanted to remain where I was
without having to look at him.

I didn't have anything to say to him for now, actually let
me re-phrase that I had no clue as what to say to him.
That's when he broke silence and tipped me on the arm.

"Hey, morning" he said as I looked up, his
eyes looked full of life, and he looked happy to see me.

"Morning" I said in a low taut voice.

"Satur...." He said before being interrupted by a girl before he
trailed of. she had said good morning to him, and he gave
a sweet smile and "said thanks you too"

Just like that he turned his attention back to me and
recomposed himself as he drew in a breath.

"Saturday was great, Right?" He asked looking at me in the
eyes with wide peering saucers of his own.

Nodding my head, I kind of dissed the statement "Yeah it was
okay" I stated in neutral tone, yet feeling very unsure at the
same time.

After that he turned away from while saying "Yeah it was cool"
and sat into his desk and went quiet. I didn't bother saying
anything to him, because I needed my own space right now, so
I thought that he could wait. It was not as big a deal as I
thought It was, so just decided to question other things and
not question why he turned away.

Although I think I do know why he turned away, He was most
likely referring to the kiss, on Saturday night and since I
had not given him anything to go on he is probably finding
it hard to read me.

The first class started and Ms Campbell took the roll call,
She had us for the first class every morning which was
English. Today though she had an announcement to make.

She went on to talk about the school hosting a Science
convention and that our class had been picked for the
project. Ms Campbell went on to mention that we would
be working in groups of two and that we would need to work
hard for the first place prize.

After that, the teaching resumed as normal on till,
lunch, I packed my bag again neatly, while the room
quickly emptied. Austin on the other hand got up lingered
a little, but since he seen that I was taking longer
than expected he left and I made my way to the cafeteria on my
own.

Sitting down I started socializing with my other friend, and
still no Ethan. I felt like I was missing one of my arms
without him, since everywhere I go he usually is.
Picking at the food I had been given from the cafeteria,
I looked over at Austin who now had two people sitting
at his table. I felt jealous that he had people sitting
and his table that was until I seen my friend Blake
approach the table with a tray of food and take his place
at the table.

"Do you have a news" I asked as I smiled to him.

"I do, I do" He said playfully

"Okay what is it" I asked impatiently.

"He's a faggot" He said smugly

"Oh" was all I managed to get out as I looked over at him, He
was laughing and smiling, that was until he seen me and slowly
started eating his lunch. One of the girls that was
sitting with him turned around and looked my direction.

"Well" Blake said.

"Don't mention this to anybody. Who told you he was" I asked
hoping he'd give up a name and he did. The name of Garratt
Honan.

"Garratt" I asked with surprise

"Yeah Garratt" He said as he used his hand as an amplifier.

Garratt Honan was the school informer, He pretty much had dirt
on anyone you wanted dirt on. If you could pay for his
information he would give you what you wanted and he would
defiantly dig up something about that person no matter the
cost or hassle.

I sat back in my chair and felt no longer hungry, and by the
time lunch was over Ethan had made it to school fashionably
late for the last segment of classes.

On the way home I thought about what I had been told, from
Blake. Could it be true, He's always been a reliable source
for information, but to be sure I just wanted to check it
out for sure, I decided that I would pay Garratt and visit
tomorrow in school.

After dinner, I sat down to do my homework and after a little
distraction I finally got it done, for the rest of the night I
started doodling in my journal and work on my world I so
desperately wanted to create. But as quickly as I wanted to
get
what was in my head onto the page, I found myself drawing a
sketch of Austin.

The sketch of Austin would take me most of the night to
complete, and by the time 3 am rolled by, I was happy
with the way, it turned out. Austin was a new addition to
my journal, and I never drew people I knew in the journal,
it has always been fictional people.

Somehow, I wanted Austin to be in the journal, I don't know
why but I just wanted him to be in it.

Switching of the bedside lamp, I slumped then and placed my
head on the pillow, sleep soon came and I fell
asleep.

**********************************************************
The next morning, the same usual routine accrued, I went for
my shower, got dressed and headed down for breakfast.
Since it was a lovely morning out and the temperature was
slightly above 55 degrees, the sun glistened through the trees
as I took the effort of walking to school today.

The heat was nice on my face, I drew in the rays as I walked
silently along on my own. Block after block, I finally reached
school. Heading to my locker I changed my books.
I wondered to the toilet before class, I pushed the wooden
door
open to the toilet and entered into the bathroom. Sighing
I stopped in front of the sink bank and placed the palms of
my hands on the edge of the counter for support.

Looking deeply into the mirror, that showed I had clear bags
under my eyes, I felt exhausted. That's when the door opened
from the noisy hallway and the soft footsteps were heard
walking on the tiled floor.

Not bothering to turn around I remained looking into the
mirror
as Austin could be seen walking behind me with the darkened
cubicles as a backdrop.

Becoming shocked he froze on the spot in the middle of the
restroom. The room had returned to its quite state.
Turning around I said "SUP" with the nod of the head.

"About to go the toilet" he said as he started walking towards
a urinal, unzipped himself and a short few seconds later a
flow
of urine could be heard hitting the back of the ceramic bowl.
Looking at the back of him, I cheeked him out, from his head I
slowly followed down in a slow glance, down the strong looking
back to his hips. I paused momentarily on his ass, before
continuing down to his legs and then feet.

Watching intently now, the rather cute guy I was now attracted
to, shock himself before re-zipping the fly on his red chinos
and walked to the sink. He did not try and make much of an
effort
to talk to me and that was kind of worrying, since from day
one he would try and get my attention.

Washing his hands, he cracked a warm smile and walked towards
me, he leaned in rather suggestively and took paper towels
from
the dispenser on the wall, which was behind me.

I was about to react, I thought he was going to kiss me again,
but sadly it felt as if he was deliberately teasing me.
"See Ya in class" he said smugly before opening the door
hastily.

"That's it", I said to myself. I'm going to make my move, it's
what he wants right.

I left the bathroom and walked the distance to the gymnasium.
I completely by passed my classroom and as I got to the exit
door I bumped into Ethan.

"Man watch where you're going" He said sharply before noticing
it was me.
"Sorry man, I didn't see it was you" he said immediately
after.

"It's cool, I wasn't looking where I was going anyway"

"Oh" He said "Everything alright" He asked looking up the
hallway
over my shoulder"

"Yeah, I'm just going to see Garratt" I told in a urgent tone.

"I'll let you go then" He huffed before adding "Talk to you
in class.

Parting ways I exited the building and walked the bland
cemented
path that connected the main school building to the gym,
propped the door opened and went inside.

"The man himself" A voice echoed from the bleachers.

I knew it was Garratt, and with that I climbed the
steps up to where he sat.

"Garratt, I need to ask you about sensitive information" I
said in an almost very curious tone.

Not wasting anytime, I thought, knowing that I needed to be
somewhere and I needed the information. I did not have the
time to dilly-dally.

Garratt was about fifteen, He had fiery red hair that was
cropped
short and his face was adorned in freckles.

"Straight down to business" He chided with a hurt tone and
pout.

"Sorry man I'm in a rush" I added

"Fair Enough" He offered before saying "what do you need to
know"

"You told Blake that the new kid Austin is gay. I need to know
if that is really true"

Garratt looked at me with a surprised and questioning manner.

"Do you like him" He teased playfully while raising one
eyebrow.

"No" I shot back as quick as the question was asked. "I just
want to know"

"Yeah my sources say he is" he declared while folding his
arms.

"Sources? What sources" I asked knowingly that he wasn't going
to give that sort of information up easily.

"Are you cracked in head. I can't give you that information.
Maybe for a price though" He sneered.

"Will respect and twenty dollars be enough" I insisted, while
I
dug into my pocket and held a twenty-dollar bill between my
index finger and middle finger. Moms lunch money I though,
it's
a miracle.

"Okay" He said as he snatched the money out of my hand.

"After a bit of searching I came across people in California.
Turns out in his old school he was the talk of the place, that
being gay" He bragged and started to laugh slightly.

I almost felt a little bad for Austin now, knowing that I had
just paid for the information on him. I said thanks and headed
off toward class.

Taking my seat, I turned around to Ethan and started talking.
While the Cali boy just sat their reading a book across from
me.
The teacher arrived a little early today and asked us to pair
up with someone for the science competition that would take
place in about two weeks.

My first thought was who should I pick, a lot of people came
over to me and asked me to join them for the competition. The
only thing was I'd only ever consider two people. One being
Ethan and the other being Austin.

Picking Ethan though was the most oblivious choice though
since
we were inseparable since pre-school. We both offered each
other
ideas through the first half of the day about idea we could do
our science project on. About ten minutes before lunch though
everyone's phones started buzzing, each dinging within a
couple of seconds of each other. So much so that the teacher
go annoyed
at the disturbance.

Looking around I started laughing at the disturbance it was
making, because the teacher was so pee'd off. That was on till
I felt my phone go off in my trouser pocket.

Digging into my jeans I pulled out my phone that had a message
from and anonymise sender. I heard Ethans phone ding go off
moments later. But then the laughing started to settle down
in the room as everyone started opening the message.

Clicking it, the message had a picture of Austin with a load
of hateful slurs aimed at him. I felt people looking over my
way, obviously looking at him. I could not lift my head from
the phone. But when I did he looked over at me with such
innocent eyes, with no clue of what was going.

I exhaled, turned around to Ethan who looked up from his
phone,
and looked at Austin with a confused look.

"What, what is it?" Austin said looking a little confused and
worried at the same time.

I could not genuinely comprehend, how to say it but I tried
"I eh.... "

But before I could say the embarrassing nature of all the
messages content, someone belted out "He's a queer.

Just then the whole room broke into a laughter except for me
Ethan, Austin, the teacher and a couple of other students that
you could count on one hand.

Looking back over at him and not sure what to do, His eyes
started to water up and he swooped down to grip his bag.

"I will not have that sort of discrimination in this
classroom. The teacher scolded in a cold tone.

Austin packed everything into his bag and started for the
door.
The teacher tired talking to him in sympathetic and caring
way,
but before the teacher could get in any word Austin had
vanished
out the door, Leaving the room in abundance of new juicy
gossip
for everyone else.

I started to immediately fear if I was to come out now, Austin
was truly gay and he was out of the closest now. Only I felt
guilty for requesting the information from Blake. I thought
that if I had not asked for it, would it have turned out
differently. I was not sure.

Turning around to Ethan I started talking to him about the
information I knew, and he was a little shocked but he
understood
why I might have felt guilty. He was supportive in the moment.
and with that lunch finally arrived. But instead of getting
lunch I pretend to all the lads that sit at the table I eat at
along with Ethan, that I wanted to get stuff out of my locker.

With that I went looking for Austin, I was afraid at the same
time since he was the talk of the school. none the less I was
looking for him. I searched pretty much everywhere until I
found him behind the back of the gymnasium, crying.

It was to be expected but as I approached him he became afraid
of me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I only want to talk" I said in a
raised and panicked voice as he was getting ready to get up
and
run. But he calmed down a little but remained on guard.

"What do you want" He said coldly and broken.

"Too talk, just talk" I said slowly with a long gap he looked
up at me and back out into the distance.

"Okay sit down" He said as he glanced at the spot beside him,
taking off my school bag I sat down beside him not sure
where to start or what to ask or say.

Turning my head to him I said "I'm sorry" as I looked at
Austin for a sign. He glanced at me and looked me in the eyes
like he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Sorry" He said as he shrugged his shoulders and widened his
eyes.

"I think this might be my fault" I added feeling really
worried.
Looking at me he remained silent.

"I only wanted to know more about you, I didn't think people
would say anything about it.

He looked over at me teary eyed.

"What did you say" He asked in a half-sobbed voice.

There was a slight pause before I paced myself for the next
thing I was about to say.

"I wanted to know more about you from the first day you
arrived"

Looking at me now rather curiously he stopped crying and
started to wipe his eyes. "I'll sort this out, I promise"
Placing my
hand on his back for support I started slowly rubbing in a
circle motion until the end of lunch approached.

By then he had stopped crying and felt that he could trust me
to have his back. Standing up, I gave my hand to help him up
off the ground. The two of us where so close and nobody was
around
it was debatable to kiss him but I didn't.

Instead I reached into my bag, pulled out my journal and
flipped through a few pages. He did watch me intently not
knowing what to expect, that's when I got to the drawing of
him and
hesitated for a moment before I tore it out of my book and
handed it to him.

"This is for you" I confessed handing it to him, and
immediately
started looking for a reaction. he looked up at me with an
appreciative smile before he went back to a saddened face.

"I'll walk you to the front office" I offered and with that he
walked with me as a couple of people looked, not everyone knew
but a few did and the word was traveling fast. People looked
at me like Sam what are you doing, but I felt that I had to
do this and with that I left him at the front office as he
thanked me before I left.

Heading onto the class I zoned out for the rest of the day, I
thought about the huge fuck up I had possibly made and I had a
few people I wanted totalk to. I wanted to know who sent that
text.

I felt sickened by the whole event that had happened, the
school ended up calling home a little while after that and I
went home.

The End of Part 3



If you've made it this far, thank you for reading. Please
comments are welcome. I'd love to hear what people do think,
this is my second story on here.
I'd be grateful to hear an acknowledgment that people are
reading my stories, thanks again.
I have received messages about Spring-Tide and I'm grateful
to hear that people read it, so I'm considering possibly
starting it again.

If you wish to read my first story it's called Spring-Tide

Email Me at danny2017writing@outlook.com

If anyone is interested in the writing process for this
chapter, I used the songs listed below for inspiration on
writing this chapter. The reason I include this section is so
the readers get to feel some of the emotions I'm convening, if
you wish to play it along, before, after the story it could
add an extra depth to the emotion.

-	She Remembers by Max Richter
-	Anything You Synthesize by The American Dollar

Stay tuned for the next instalment, I feel a connection to
this story.
So, this could be a good Novella in the long run if you bear
with me.