The Hidden Past

Chapter One:

"Adrian, it's time to eat!" my mother called through the house.

Hello, my name is Adrian Simons. I lived in the city all my life, but my parents decided, to move to the country, thinking it'll be better to raise me. But you know the drill; I lost most of my friends and I had to start in a new school. On the bright side, they decided to move in the summer so I didn't have to start a new school in the middle of the year. I was lonely and I had no friends.

"Adrian, come eat!" my Mom called again.

"I'm coming, Mom," I shouted back from my room, getting up to head to the kitchen.

"What is that smell?" I asked, peeking into the kitchen.

"It's your favourite meal," she said. "Don't forget to wash your hands."

"Oh cool!" I exclaim. I love a lot of food, but she sometimes tried to make `surprise meals'. She just looked at me and sternly pointed to the bathroom. So I went to wash my hands.

"So, how was school today?" she asked without looking as I came back in the kitchen, taking my place at the table.

"Bad, I don't know anyone there and it's boring," I frowned.

"You should try to speak to other kids at school, you'll make more friends that way honey."

"I know, but I'm very shy and you know it," I said before shoving a spoonful of food in my mouth.

Did I forget to mention that I'm shy?

"At least try a little. You might be surprised by how easy it can be," she said smiling softly at me.

We made small talk for the rest of diner time. Afterward we did the dishes together, without her even asking me for help. I know it's hard work to make each meal, so I help her do the dishes. When we finished the dishes, we both headed to the living room to watch some TV. An hour later I decided to go read a little on my computer in my room.

It was almost 9:30 when I decided that I should go to bed; I always liked to go to bed early, that way I'm less tired in the morning. After my bed time ritual, brushing my teeth and kissing my mother good night, I went to bed. When I was comfortably under my covers, I started playing softly with my stiffy, imagining another cute boy doing it to me. I had found that I usually think about other boys instead of girls. I knew I should be thinking about girls, but I never found them to be attractive. I felt my body stiffening, it just felt so good; after coming down from my blissful state I reached for the tissues and wiped myself clean. Needless to say, I fell asleep really fast afterward.

My mom woke me up in the morning, telling me to get a shower before coming down to eat. As usual, I woke up with a boner. I really didn't want to get up with my mom in the room, as if any teenager would parade boned up in front of his mother, I mean it would really be embarrassing.

"OK Mom, I'll go but... can you kinda leave my room so that... umm... I can get up?" I asked her.

"Oh sorry. I'll leave, but you should know it's completely normal at your age." I was blushing so much I thought I'd burst out into flames from embarrassment. "You are so cute when you blush like that," she added, then left my room before I exploded.

"MOM, PLEASE!!" I yelled, trying to hide under my covers. I mean, do all mothers do it on purpose to embarrass their sons like that? After about five minutes of hiding, I got up, taking my school clothes to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. I adjusted the water at a comfortable temperature and soaped my body. I always loved the feeling of the hot water on my body, especially in the morning. After finishing my morning ritual and dressing for the day, I ate my breakfast and gathered all my things for school. My mom came near me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Mom, I'll be late," I wined, like most teenagers would. Did our mothers know that we secretly loved the attention?

"So go and don't be late." She grinned at my antics.

I put on my shoes and headed to my bus stop. It was October and the cold of winter wasn't here yet, so I just grabbed my coat and put it on loosely. The bus arrived with its usual screeching noise. I got in and sat in the middle like I usually did. The bus ride wasn't that long. I lived about ten miles from the school, so my bus stop's the last one in the morning and the first one in the afternoon. It was basically just enough time to watch the scenery go by the windows.

The bus arrived at the school early enough to give us time to chat and fool around a little before the start of the classes. I needed to finish some of my work, so I decided to go to my locker to put all my other school work and bag in, not wanting to carry everything with me all day.

As I was going up the stairs to my class, I felt my foot losing its grip and me starting to fall backward, but before I could even prepare to hit the floor, I felt someone putting his hand on my back to help me stabilize myself. When I gained enough balance to stand on my own, I turned around to look at my helper. I was taken aback when I saw him; he was so gorgeous. He stood a little taller than me, with light brown hair and killer dark hazel eyes, so dark they were almost black.

"Careful, little dude," he chuckled. At least that got me out of dreamy state.

"Thanks, but umm... I'm not little," I replied, mentally kicking myself.

"Sorry," he grinned. "The name's Jeremy, What's yours?" he asked, sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"I'm Adrian." I shook his hand. His skin was so soft, yet he had a firm grip.

"Cool, but umm... can I have my hand back please?" he said grinning. I realized I was still holding his hand after almost a minute. Talk about first impression, I'm so lame.

"Hey, aren't you in the same class as me?"

"Yeah, I think I am," I replied as we began walking to our first class.

We spend the few minutes before class chatting about the homework and other various subjects; as the bell rang we took our seats and the teacher came in the classroom and started doing the attendance call. The first class of the day started and, as usual, it was one thing Boring. OK, it wasn't really that bad, but I never really liked History, so I just did what I usually do and started daydreaming. When the class was over, Jeremy came to my desk waving his hand in front of me telling me to wake up. It did sort of startle me a little.

"Earth to Adrian! Wake up dude, class is over," he laughed.

"What... Oh Sorry, I guess I was somewhere else."

"I'm sure it was better than here," he said. "What's your next class?"

"Geography, I think," I answered, getting up and gathering my books on my desk.

We walked out of the classroom heading toward our lockers. I noticed that his was very close to mine, only about seven or eight to the left. I checked my schedule inside my locker door and saw that, indeed, I had Geography just after History. I grabbed all my necessary gear for that class and headed for the lunch area and bought and can of soda from one of the machines. I opened it slowly, so as to not spray myself with it and ruin my day.

I guessed it was meant to be a bad day, because when I lifted the can to my mouth to take a sip, one of the seniors passed by and jostled my arm, thinking it might be funny, and splashing my t-shirt. I was pissed, to say the least. Why do they always have to act like some fucking four year old?

Jeremy saw what happened and came to me. "You okay?" he asked. "That asshole thinks he owns the school just because he's older."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, boiling inside.

"Oh well, come with me. I keep an extra t-shirt in my locker for occasions just like this."

I followed him to his locker; he opened it and pulled out a dark blue t-shirt. "Here, this should fit you. It's a little small for me now so you can keep it," he said, passing it to me and grinning. I pulled off my soda-stained shirt and slipped on the one he passed me.

"Thanks," I said, before the bell rang announcing the start of the next class. We parted and he shouted to meet him at lunch. On my way to my next class the music-theatre teacher was passing by and asked me if I would like to be in the upcoming play at school. I told him I would think about it, but being shy I didn't know if I could stand on stage in front of the whole school, and I'm sure it would certainly kill me. Dodging the bullet this time, I told him that I need to get to my class before I'd be late.

I loved Geography, and the class seemed to fly by. The lunch bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and headed to my locker to put everything away and grab my lunch money. I heard my name being called over the noise of the lunch crowd, and finally caught sight of Jeremy. I managed to work my way over to him through the large crowd of laughing and chatting students.

"Hey Adrian, how's it going?" he asked me when I managed to get close enough.

"Better, sorry for earlier, I was kind of pissed." I told him.

"Ah it's nothing, dude. I'd be pissed too," he laughed.

We worked our way through the lunch line, found two empty seats and started eating our lunch, all the while chatting about nothing in particular. After we finished our meals and returned our trays, we headed out for some fresh air until the afternoon class bell rang. We met one last time that day at the afternoon break, chatting a little more and goofing around. The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note:

Here you go First Chapter out...

I know it's not much but the story will build up over time so bear with me.

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