Date: Sun, 19 Nov 2017 11:45:09 +0100
From: Lewis Morales <lewsmorals@mail.com>
Subject: Bailey and Me 7

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*7*


"We need to stop," I mumbled, before slowly pulling my lips away from
his. I had just kissed Bailey, and it had been one of the most intense
moments of my life, but I knew I needed to stop before things got even more
out of control. I was feeling confused and conflicted as I fought against
my primal instincts to pull away from the gorgeous teenager.

"What's wrong?" he asked as his eyes opened.

"We need to stop," I repeated meekly. I was overcome with emotions and I
was struggling to find the right words to express the multitude of feelings
that were inundating my brain. "I need time to think," I said as I broke
eye contact. My chest felt tight, like I couldn't breath, and tears had
begun welling in my eyes. I turned away from him before walking across the
room and staring out the window. The room was silent, and time seemed to be
standing still.

"Please talk to me," he said very softly as he came behind me.

I turned to look at him; as his eyes met mine it felt like he was looking
into my very soul. "Bailey, this is all too much for me," I said, fighting
to hold back my tears. "In the past couple of weeks you have turned my life
upside down. So much has happened." I rather expected him to interject like
he had done before, but he just stood there patiently, listening as I
struggled to explain how I was feeling. "So much has happened," I repeated
softly before I again broke eye contact. "I'm just not sure how I feel
about all of this," I said. After a long silence I looked back up at his
face. I expected him to be angry but he just smiled back at me as he
reached out and took my hand in his own.

"I understand," he said reassuringly as he began gently stroking the top of
my hand with his thumb.

"You do?" I responded.

"Yes," he replied. "I've pushed too quickly. I'm sorry that I've upset
you. I have had these feelings for a long time, and I have been planning
all of this for over a month, but it's all still very new for you. You're
trying to figure everything out. I really am sorry for making you feel this
way, I guess I've been a bit over-exuberant," he said.

"Bailey, this is all so flattering," I said before breaking eye contact
once more. "But I'm...I'm not gay," I protested again.

"This isn't about whether or not you're gay," he replied. "This is about
the two of us being drawn to each other. This is about the incredible
connection that we share with one other. I know you are attracted to me, I
saw that the other night in my room when you looked into my eyes, but I
realise that you're worried about getting involved with a teenage, male,
student. This must be very hard for someone like you."

"What do you mean, someone like me?" I asked as I turned back to meet his
gaze once more.

"I think you are an amazing person. One of the things I like most about you
is that you're so different to everyone I've ever met - you are the most
optimistic and care-free guy I've ever known, and you live your life
without a worry in the world. I really admire that about you. But it also
means that you've never experienced any of the challenges that make a
person stop and question who they are and what they really want out of
life. And now that I've told you how I feel about you, and how much I want
to be with you, you don't know how to respond to it. What I've said and
done over the past few weeks has forced you to question everything you had
assumed about your sexuality, and you don't know how to deal with
that. Your natural instinct is to protest that you're not gay and run away
from me, because that's the easiest option and that's how you've always
done things," he said. I broke eye contact with him while my mind analysed
what he had just said.

"Bailey..." I began, but couldn't finish. I could feel the tears welling in
my eyes.

"I just want you to open your mind up to the possibilities," he
said. "Please don't write this off as some silly school-boy crush, and
don't dismiss this because you're too scared to admit that you are
attracted to a guy. I just want you to think about it. I love spending time
with you and getting to know you, and I'm pretty sure you do too. I'm
asking you to challenge yourself and take a chance. I'm asking you to push
past your natural instinct to run away from confrontation, and to look
inside yourself to find out who you really are and what you really want. I
understand why you're worried, and I know that this scares you, but I
promise you it will all be worth it," he said.

A single tear began to leak from the corner of my eye; he gently moved his
hand and wiped it away before pulling me into a warm embrace that seemed to
go on forever. "I should let you get ready for school," he added before
breaking our embrace. He smiled at me. "Promise me you'll think about what
I said."

"I will," I responded softly.

"I'll see you later on," he said, smiling at me before turning to walk out
of my room.

"Bailey, I know you said the teacher-student thing isn't an issue but..." I
started to say before my sentence faded out.

He turned and smiled back at me. "Don't worry. I've got it all
planned. I've had a while to prepare for this, remember," he joked as he
walked out the door. I couldn't help but smile as he left.

I got into the shower and took a few moments to reflect on everything that
had happened this morning. As I stood under the cascading water I couldn't
help wondering whether Bailey was right. I had spent the past twenty-six
years floating through life without a care in the world, and I had always
been proud of the fact that I had avoided the challenges and complications
that most of my friends had endured. It had never occurred to me that
perhaps I might be missing out; until now I had always assumed it was my
friends who were the unlucky ones. Was Bailey right? Had my happy-go-lucky
lifestyle meant that I had never really questioned who I really was and
what I really wanted out of life? By avoiding all the stresses and
difficulties of life, had I inadvertently been avoiding the very
character-building moments that help someone work out who they are? Might
this be one of those defining events in my life?

The sound of a ringing school bell jolted me from my moment of
introspection and alerted me to the fact that I was going to be late to
class. I hurriedly got dressed and ready for the day ahead. I took a moment
to look at my reflection in the mirror and recognised all the signs of
someone who had only had a few hours sleep, was nursing a splitting
headache, and suffering from an unhealthy level of dehydration. Looking a
little worse for wear, I ran from my apartment hoping to make it to my
lesson before anyone noticed me missing; I didn't want to get myself into
trouble.

Somehow, I managed to make it through my classes without incident. My body
was sore, my eyes were puffy, my concentration was poor, my head was
pounding, and my throat was raspy, but miraculously I made it to the end of
my final lesson. Even though I was unable to think about anything other
than what Bailey had said to me this morning, I fumbled my way through
until the final bell. I had just finished locking the door to my classroom
and was looking forward to a restful afternoon in my apartment when I heard
my name being called. "Excuse me, Mr McQueen!" I heard a woman's voice call
from the other end of the corridor.

"Oh fuck - what now?" I muttered quietly into the door as I considered
turning away and pretending I hadn't heard my name being called.

"Mr McQueen!" the woman's voice called again. As I turned around I saw that
it was the Headmaster's secretary calling out to me. "Can you come to the
office please? There's an urgent matter that requires your attention." Even
though she was only a small, slight woman, right now she seemed like the
biggest and scariest monster in the world. What little blood I had in my
face suddenly drained away as I began to panic. Over the past few weeks I
had been negligent in my supervision duties, drunk on school campus, and
had lied about being sick to get a day off. Then there was the rather
pressing issues of having watched two students having sex, having
masturbated over my sexual fantasies involving some of my students, and
just hours ago having kissed one of them in my apartment. I didn't know
exactly which one of these `urgent matters' she was referring to, but I
knew that this wasn't good news.

As I turned to follow her I felt like a death-row inmate being escorted to
his execution. I sullenly followed behind, silently bidding my farewells to
the corridors I speculated I might well be seeing for the last time. Having
seen the images on television where sacked employees were left standing at
a bus-stop with a small box containing all their personal belongings as
their career lay in ruins, I speculated whether I was destined to become
one of those people. As I marched towards my almost-certain dismissal, I
wondered how I would tell my parents; my father would be so disappointed.

I arrived at the Headmaster's office just as his door began to open. "And
once again, my apologies that you should find yourself in this most
regrettable situation. I cannot believe that a member of my staff is
responsible for what has happened to you. I promise you that the they will
be dealt with," I heard him say to whomever was in the office with
him. "And I will telephone your parents to make sure they know we are doing
everything that we can to support you through this terrible situation," he
continued as the door fully opened to reveal the sight of Bailey coming out
of the Headmaster's office. My heart stopped. He had been talking to
Bailey, and I had just heard him promise that he was going to deal with the
the staff member involved. My befuddled brain began piecing together the
pieces of the jigsaw, and knowing that I had just been called to his office
I reckoned that he knew about everything that had being going on. I
couldn't breath.

Just as my knees were about to buckle underneath me, the Headmaster
summoned me into his office. "Mr McQueen, what exactly is the extent and
nature of your relationship with Bailey?" he asked me sternly as I entered
the room. I froze. There were so many thoughts racing through my head that
I stood there unable to speak. I didn't know what to say in response. Did
he know what had been going on? Had Bailey told him the whole story? Should
I confess everything? Should I try to deny it? Should I pretend not to know
what he's talking about? There were so many questions running through my
mind that I didn't hear the rest of what he was saying.

"Did you hear me, Mr McQueen?" he shouted.

"Sorry...wh...wh...what did you say?" I stuttered as I tried to buy myself
some time to think of a way out of this situation.

"I asked about the nature of your relationship with Bailey."  My mouth was
dry and my pulse was racing. I felt like I was going to be sick. "I need to
make sure that you're capable to act as his guardian at the hospital."

"G...g...guardian?" I muttered incomprehensibly, not understanding what was
happening.

"Yes, his guardian," the Headmaster continued. "Bailey has injured his
shoulder. He will need to have an x-ray at the hospital. And as you are the
master in his boarding house you will need to go along as his guardian."
There was a pause as I stared at him, my face clearly showing that I didn't
understand what he was saying. "You do know he's the best swimmer the
school has ever seen, don't you?" he asked. "He has the junior world
championships in a month and if his injury is serious then it will be a
disaster. Coach Foster will be furious if the boy can't swim in London. Not
to mention that his parents will probably sue the school," he said. "That
bloody cleaning woman is going to get what's coming to her," he added. I
continued staring at him blankly, still not really understanding what he
was talking about. He must have sensed my quizzical expression. "Bailey has
fallen over on the wet floor in the corridor. The cleaning woman didn't put
up the sign and now the boy has been hurt. I need you to take him to the
hospital and have his shoulder checked, right now," he instructed me. "My
secretary has organised an appointment with the doctor, so you'd best get
moving right away."

I didn't completely understand what was going on, but I had enough sense to
work out that I had just received a stay of execution. I turned on my heel
and practically ran from his office as if I was fleeing from from the Grim
Reaper himself. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I rushed to my car
to find Bailey standing there waiting for me.

"You should have seen your face when he opened the door," Bailey laughed as
we got into the car.

"I...I was just..." I tried to answer but I couldn't seem to make
whole-words come from my mouth.

"What did you think was happening?" he asked, his gorgeous smile spreading
across his face as he laughed. "Did you think you were getting sacked or
something?" he asked. He meant it as a joke, but I collapsed into the
driver's seat and let out a very loud sigh. "Oh shit!" he responded,
suddenly realising what had been going through my mind when I was called to
see the Headmaster. "Is that really what you thought? Did you think it was
because I had said something?" he asked as he reached his arms across and
placed them around me. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like
that," he said as he pulled me towards him in an embrace.

Realising we were still sitting in the school carpark where everyone could
see us, I quickly broke free from his grasp and started the engine.  "Let's
just get out of here before he changes his mind," I replied. He smiled at
me.

I could feel his eyes staring at me but I didn't want to look at his face
for fear that I might start crying. It had been a very long 24-hours and my
emotions were on a knife-edge. "I really am sorry," he said as he placed
his hand on top of mine while I drove down the main driveway. Again I felt
a surge of electricity pulsing through our physical connection. "I would
never, ever, say anything to anyone. I promise you."

"Let's just get you to the hospital," I replied as I began driving the car
down the street.

"Ummm, so about that," Bailey added hesitantly.

"Yes?" I replied as I pulled my hand away from his and looked towards him.

"There's actually nothing wrong with my shoulder," he announced very
quietly.

"What?" I responded in disbelief.

"I didn't fall over. I just needed a reason for you and I to spend some
time together. This morning you said that you needed time to figure
everything out, so I thought we could spend some time together and get to
know each other a little better. I knew that we couldn't do that at school
with everyone around, so I figured this would be a good way to do
it. They're not expecting us back at school for hours, so I figured we
could go for a drive together."

"So you're not injured?" I asked.

"No."

"And you've made this whole thing up?" I added.

"Yes."

"Just so we could spend time together?" I continued.

"Yes."

"And I'm just supposed to just go along with this?" I questioned.

"Yes," he responded, his hand reaching out and taking hold of mine as a
smile filled his handsome face.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!" I shouted into the windscreen, as much to release
tension as to vent my frustration at the situation. Bailey just
laughed. "So I'm guessing this was all part of your plan?" I asked.

"Of course," he smirked back.

"And all the stress you just caused me?"

"I really am sorry about that," he said genuinely, his thumb once again
rubbing along the top of my hand.

After taking a moment to process what had just happened, I asked the
obvious question. "So where are we going?" I queried.

"Turn left at the traffic lights" he replied.

I laughed. "And after that?" I asked.

"Trust me. I've got it all planned," he responded, causing me to smile back
at him.