Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 17:26:50 +0000 From: Stan Right 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.