of An Unrequited Love
"Hey Kev wake up."
I shook Kevin trying to wake him up.
He rolled over and looked at me.
"Is it time to get up already?"
I could tell that sleep wasn't
something that came easy to either one of us that night.
I spent most of the night tossing and turning
and thinking of the huge fight that happened with Eric earlier.
Kevin reached over to the night table,
grabbed his glasses and put them on. He
reached up and touched my right eye.
"That doesn't look so good."
I knew it didn't look that good.
I had saw it when I
got up. My eye was black and blue and
was swollen shut.
It hurt really bad.
"I'll be fine."
I sat down on the bed next to him.
I could tell by the tone of voice that
something was bothering him. He didn't
sound fine at all. There was a certain sadness in his voice that I couldn't describe.
He tossed the covers off of himself
and smiled at me.
"I love you."
He reached over and squeezed my hand.
"I wish we could just skip class and lay in
bed together all day."
I leaned down and kissed him.
"Are you sure everything is okay?"
"Do you think Eric will remember
anything from last night?" I asked
He shook his head.
"I honestly doubt it.
He was so drunk last night he probably
doesn't even remember coming over here."
I had accepted the fact that I was
gay. I just wanted to tell people on my
terms and not the terms of someone else.
I just hoped Kevin was right and Eric didn't remember anything.
I looked at the alarm clock and it
"You should probably get up and get
dressed." I suggested.
Kevin looked at me with a puzzled look
on his face as the home phone started ringing.
It was very seldom that that phone ever rang.
Everyone always called us on our cell phones
if they needed to get a hold of us.
Neither one of us wanted to get up to
answer the phone. It finally stopped
ringing and the answer machine picked up.
"Hey Kevin, it's your mom.
I tried calling your cell phone and it went
straight to your voicemail. I need you
to call me as soon as you can. I have to
go to work here in a little bit."
The answering machine beeped as
Kristen hung up the phone.
"I wonder what she wants?"
"It's too early to talk on the phone.
I hate getting up early."
"Who knows, you going to call her
back?" I asked.
He wrapped his arms around my neck and
pulled me on top of him. He blew his
breath in my face then kissed me making sure to stick his tongue in my mouth.
"You have my morning breath now.
I raised up
and licked my lips.
"I guess I can spend the rest of my life with that."
Kevin rolled over a little more and
sat up on the edge of the bed next to me.
"As much as I hate to I guess I will
go take a shower now."
He raised his arm up sniffed it then
put his arm pit in my face.
Go take a shower."
He stood up and looked at me.
"You can join me if you want."
I grinned at him.
Unfortunately I had already showered.
"Well, if you would have asked me
about twenty minutes ago, I would have jumped all over that offer."
He smiled at me then headed out the
It seemed like everyone in my College
Round Table class seemed to ask me what happened to my face.
I just told them all the same thing.
Kevin and I had been wrestling around and I
caught an elbow to the eye.
I didn't exactly want everyone to know
that I got attacked when a friend of my boyfriend's caught us in bed
College Round Table went by pretty
slowly. Professor Randall lectured the
whole time about the basics of filling out a resume.
Pretty basic stuff which
made it really boring for me.
She finally stopped lecturing and
dismissed everyone except for me.
After everyone had left the classroom
and I was the only one left in there, she walked over to my desk and stood next
"I couldn't help but notice your
face." She commented.
"Is everything okay with you?"
This wasn't exactly what I was
expecting of her. I kind of figured that
maybe I had bombed a paper or something, but she seemed genuinely concerned
"Yeah," I replied.
"It's as good as it can get."
She took her glasses off and sat them
down on the desk behind her. She leaned
over and looked closer at my eye.
"I know you didn't really get an elbow
in your eye. I can clearly see the
imprint of a knuckle there." She picked
her glasses up of the desk and put them back on.
"I just wanted to let you know that if you
want to talk about what is going on with you then you can talk to me."
She smiled at me.
"I can see a little bit of myself in you."
She walked over to her desk and sat
This made be curious.
How could I possibly remind her of herself.
I got up from my seat and walked to
the front of the classroom where her desk was at.
"How do I remind you of
yourself?" I asked her.
This had all taken me off guard.
Professor Randall looked like and up tight
extremely strick and conservative lady.
She motioned for me to sit down in a chair
next to her desk.
"I have another class at ten."
I told her.
"I'll write you a note saying you were
helping me." She motioned again for me
to have a seat next to her desk.
I obediently sat down in the chair
next to her.
"I have English at nine and Mr.
Thompson is pretty strict." I explained
Professor Randall smiled at me.
"That's no problem Harry and I are
good friends, so that will be no problem at all."
She took her glasses off any sat them
down on her desk.
Without her glasses she looked less
stern. Her eyes were a pretty emerald
color. She even had a nice smile that
she didn't let be seen very often during class.
She didn't ever wear makeup and her face was pale.
"Just between the two of us you can
call me Allison as long as you don't do it in class."
She told me.
"Are you sure you are okay?"
She asked me again.
"I know you have gone through a lot."
She reached over and touched my
eye. Just the gentle touch of her
feeling my eye sent pain through my body.
She pulled her hand away.
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
She was making me kind of nervous.
I had never had a teacher show concern like
this with me before. She said that I
reminded her of herself, but I still didn't understand
how it was that I reminded her of herself.
I accepted her apology.
"I just want you to know that if you
need to talk to me about anything that I am here and willing to listen."
She told me.
I still couldn't understand why she
was so willing to listen to me.
"Um, how do I say this without being
She leaned in closer to me.
There were just a few inches between her face
and my face.
"I can see how you and Kevin look at
each other during my class." She
I stood up.
I had one of the second worst
experiences of my life last night. It
was all because of the fact that I was attracted to other guys.
I didn't want to have one of my teachers
treat me any different because of it. I
sure as heck didn't want her being biased with Kevin for it.
She stood up from her desk.
She smiled at me.
She opened the bottom desk drawer,
pulled out her purse and sat it down on the desk.
She took out her wallet and opened it.
"I want to show you something."
She pulled out a picture and handed it
The only person in it that I knew was
Professor Randall. There was a little
girl and another lady with shoulder length red hair.
She smiled at me.
This was different than her other
smiles. This was a smile of pride from
showing me the picture.
"That is my little family."
"The little girl is my daughter Terri and the
other one is my partner Sara."
I was confused.
"My life partner."
"You're a lesbian?"
She smiled and nodded her head.
"I just want you to know that there is someone that understands what you
are going through if you want to talk about it."
That was a big relief.
I didn't know what was going on there for a
"Is it that obvious between Kevin and
me?" I asked.
"Not unless you know what to look
for." She replied.
"You kind of remind me of Sarah and I at your age."
"What is it?"
"There for a minute I thought you were
about to try to kiss me."
She laughed once I said that.
"You are a cute little guy, but just
aren't my type." Her face grew
serious. "Do you want talk about what
If she felt like she could share
certain aspects of her personal life and trust me with it, then the least I
could do was tell her what really happened to me last night.
She did seem genuinely concerned about me
"Last night Kevin's friend Eric walked
in on us doing stuff. He was drunk and
started yelling all sort of stuff at us.
He punched me in the face then pushed me on the bed and started
attacking me. Kevin pulled him off me and
punched him in the nose and threw him out of the house."
"Are you going to be okay?"
I will be fine. I just hope Kevin
will be. That is all I am worried about
is making sure Kevin is okay."
"You can tell Kevin that he can come talk to me too."
She unzipped her briefcase and pulled
out a business card. She handed it to
I looked at it.
It had her name on it, office phone number
and personal cell phone and email.
"If you need to get in touch with me,
you can contact me any of those methods."
She grabbed a piece of paper out of her brief case and wrote something
on it. She handed it to me.
"Give that to Harry Thompson and you will be
excused from class." She stood up from
her desk. "I have a meeting that I have
to get to. If you need to talk to
anyone, just call me."
"Thanks a lot."
I told her.
She picked up her briefcase and zipped
I walked over to my desk and gathered
up my book and notebook and crammed them inside my backpack.
I turned around and smiled at her
before I left the classroom.
When I made it to my English class,
Mr. Thompson was in the middle of his lecture.
I went over to an empty seat and sat down.
Mr. Thompson called me out in the
front of the class and wanted to know why I was late getting to his class and
that it was absolutely unacceptable.
I handed him the note that Professor
Randall hand written and he didn't say anything else about it.
He continued his lecture over how to
write a proper thesis statement. He
didn't stop his lecture until right at 9:50.
He then assigned us our very own thesis statement that we had to come up
with and turn in on Friday.
was much more interesting.
It flew bye.
We had to work in pairs and were each assigned a Shakespeare play in
which we had to take and rewrite it in modern day time.
It would be due in two weeks.
was your day?" I asked Kevin as we both
sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria.
I had gotten a burger and fry.
I had decided on the first day that it was
one of the best things that they had to choose from.
Kevin had gotten a pizza,
I didn't care much for them because when you picked them up grease just dripped
Kevin said he loved the taste of
it. I honestly don't see how he wasn't
fat. He ate some of the most fattening
foods that you could imagine.
"It was pretty good."
He picked his pizza up,
grease was dripping off of it, and took a huge bite out of it.
"What about you?
What did Professor Randall want?"
"It had to do with you too?" I replied
as I picked up one of my fries and shoved it in my mouth.
"She just wanted to let me know that
she knew you didn't elbow me in the eye and that if I ever needed to talk to
anyone that I could talk to her."
I picked up my code red and took a sip
He paused for a minute.
"What does that have to do with me though?"
"She knows that we are together."
"Why did you tell her?"
She just knew she is a lesbian."
"I was right.
I knew it."
I reached into my pocket and pulled
out my phone. I unlocked the screen and
saw that I had two missed calls and a text message from Aunt Faye.
The text message said to call her as
soon as I got it.
I dialed her number and it rang twice
before she answered.
"Hey Aunt Faye."
I took a bite out of my burger.
As much as I hated talking to people with my
mouth full I was starving.
"I just got a call from the
prosecuting attorney." She explained.
I was getting nervous.
Maybe he had called to tell that the jury had
reached a verdict.
"It's Aunt Faye."
I whispered to Kevin.
"She said the prosecuting attorney called her
"I hope they fry that bitch."
"I'm on my lunch break Aunt
Faye." I told her.
"Kevin is here with me.
Do you care if I put you on speaker so he can
"No problem sweetie."
She told me.
"Go right ahead."
I pressed the button on my phone to
turn the speaker on and laid it down on the middle of the table.
"Go ahead Aunt Faye."
"Well as I was saying, I got a call
from Christopher Taylor, the prosecuting attorney, earlier.
I have some news."
"Did they find that bitch guilty and
decide to fry her right then and there?"
Kevin asked coldly.
Aunt Faye took a deep breath.
"I'm afraid not boys."
I couldn't believe this.
This was my worst fear.
How could anyone in their right mind find her
not guilty for what she did?
I stuck my hand under my shirt and
felt of my scar.
I shook my head.
I just didn't understand.
"How could they not find her
guilty?" I could feel tears starting to
form. "She killed my family in cold
blood and tried to kill me twice."
Kevin's face was turning red.
He took a couple deep breaths.
"I'm going to kill that bitch with my
bare hands if I have too. She isn't
getting away with this."
"Calm down for a minute boys and let
I said calmly.
"This morning, Cynthia was found dead
in her bed. She had a sheet wrapped
around her neck." Aunt Faye explained.
"She killed herself?"
This was news to me.
She didn't seem one bit remorseful about her
actions. I honestly can't picture her
deciding now that what she did was wrong.
"They aren't sure yet."
"She had two other cell mates and it's being
investigated right now. They think that
maybe one of her cell mates did it.
Either way it looks like that bitch got what she deserved."
Kevin and I both smiled.
It was a big relief for me.
Now I wouldn't have to worry about whether or
not a jury would have to find her guilty or not.
It looks like maybe one of her cell mates
decided to play judge, jury and executioner.
I was elated with joy from the news.
"Thank you for letting me know Aunt Faye."
"It's my pleasure Ryan."
She paused for a minute.
"Listen Ryan if you don't need anything, I am
going to fly to Detroit this afternoon and go to Brice's early."
It's fine. Be sure to tell him
that I said hi."
I didn't want her cancelling her plans
to go see her youngest son on account of me.
Besides I had one of the best groups of friends there for me.
"I love you Ryan and if you need
anything don't hesistate to call me and if you can't
get in touch with me call Brice."
"I love you too Aunt Faye and have a
I pressed end and hung up the phone.
I shouted, forgetting where I was at.
I could see people turn and look at me
to see what I was yelling about. I
didn't care I was overjoyed. She was
gone and I didn't have to worry about ever seeing her again.
I just wish her life could have been
exchanged for my family's lives.
"Let me see your phone so I can check
my messages. I left my phone at home."
Kevin picked my phone up and dialed
his number. I watched him crinkle up his
face and roll his eyes as he listened to his messages.
He ended the call and sat the phone
back down on the table.
"What is that face all about?"
"My mom filled up my voicemail
box. The same message every time telling
me to call her as soon as I got this message."
"You think everything is okay?"
I was getting kind of concerned.
It wasn't like Kristen to call Kevin and
leave him so many voice messages telling him to call her as soon as he got the
He shoved the rest of the pizza into his
mouth. "If it wasn't okay then she would
have called your phone. She has your
number and she knows that we are together most of the time."
"I never thought of that."
Still kind of puzzled me trying to
figure out what was so important that she called Kevin so many times that she
filled up his mail box.
I finished my burger and fries as
Kevin sat there and watched me eat. He
had chowded down on his pizza like it was his last
meal or something.
I finished up eating and we walked
around campus until it was time for American History.
We had a pop quiz in there.
I hate pop quizzes I usually don't do so well
on them because I get nervous.
After the pop quiz we were given a
reading assignment and dismissed for the day.
Apparently Dr. Frost had a meeting with the history department he had to
be at. It had started at one-thirty and
he had completely forgotten about it.
"I am so f-ing
tired." Dan complained as he reclined
back in the recliner.
It seemed like that recliner had
become one of Dan's favorite places to sit whenever he came over.
I'm pretty sure it had a permanent imprint of
his butt on it.
Kevin and I were sitting right next to
each other on the couch.
"You aren't the only one."
Dan shook his head.
"You just wait until I see Eric
again. I'm going to beat his fucking
ass. People are just pissing me off here
lately. My dad says that I have to start
paying rent since I didn't go to college.
I am sick of living there."
The first thing that he noticed when
he came over was of course my black eye.
I explained in detail everything that happened last night.
He was already mad because Eric kept
calling him all night waking him up.
This only added fuel to the fire.
There was a knock on the door.
I glanced up at the clock and saw that it was
a little after five.
The door opened and Haleigh and Mike
"You're about five minutes late for
this little shin dig."
Kevin told them.
Haleigh and Mike both looked at me.
"Oh my gosh!
What happened to you?"
I told her the whole story.
I had told that story so many times today
that it was starting to get old.
Haleigh walked over to the couch and
sat down next to me. Mike squeezed in
next to Haleigh.
"What's that dude's problem?"
I shrugged my shoulders.
"He thinks I turned Kevin gay.
He hated me anyhow and now this just makes
him hate me even more."
"Don't worry about him."
Mike looked over at me.
"People like him just don't like themselves
and feel insecure as a man."
Haleigh shook her head.
"I just can't believe this."
She leaned forward and turned her head to
look at me. "What are you going to do
"I think Kevin got his point across loud and clear last night to
him. I don't think he will be back
around for awhile."
Dan's cell phone started vibrating
across the table where he had left it sitting at when he came over.
He picked it up and looked at the screen.
He pressed the answer button and put
the phone up to his ear.
"Hang on for just a sec."
He took the phone away from his ear
and turned the speaker on.
"You still there man?"
"What did ya want?"
"I fucking walked in on Kevin and Ryan
fucking fucking last night.
They are a bunch of fags!"
"They are butt pirates!"
"Ryan turned Kevin gay! What are
we going to do?"
"We aren't going to do anything."
Dan replied calmly.
"They are two of my best friends that just
happen to be gay and in love with each other.
I'm happy for them."
"Are you one of them?"
"No I'm not.
They are my friends and I am going to stand
up for them."
"You are going to regret this."
Eric hung up the phone.
Dan sat his phone back down on the
"That dude is crazy."
"Thanks a lot for that."
Kevin was very gracious for what Dan had did.
Dan stood up and walked over to where
Kevin and I were sitting at. He leaned
over and pulled Kevin and I into a group hug.
I said as I hugged him back.
He released the hug and went back to
the recliner and sat down.