Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2001 17:07:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Original Guy <originalkindaguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Cool Part 2

	This story is purely fictional and is not based on any true
occurrence. If you are not of age to read this please exit immediately.

	Thank you to all of the people who have urged me to continue
writing this story.

Where we left off last time:
	I made my eyes focus on his bulge while I listened to his lecture.
"Today is a free day because I don't feel like working." The class cheered
and broke up into groups. I remained in my seat so that my view would not
be lost. A few of the girls from the class went up to talk to him but
luckily none of them stepped in my field of vision.
	After about a minute of intense staring I noticed that his hand was
slowly making it's way down his leg. I about jumped out of my skin! He was
going to "adjust himself" for me. Well not for me but he was! Little did I
know that I had lost track of time and the bell rang. His hand jerked away
from it's target and went onto the desk. I looked up to pick up my things
and was startled to see that he was watching me and smiling...

English 101
Part 2
By Originalkindaguy

	My eyes darted around the room to see if I was the butt of some
cruel joke but found that I was the only person in the classroom. I looked
back down at my things and began to shake. I couldn't decide what to do. He
had seen me, I was sure of it. I could leave and act like it didn't occur
or...or what?
	I went into speed mode and gathered my things in my arms and ran
out of the classroom. Thoughts ran through my mind...What if he hates me
now?...What if he tells my parents?...What if?...I had to stop it. I was
becoming frantic. I looked around the hall to see if anyone was watching
me. A couple of football jocks were staring at me and pointing. I started
to walk faster. I needed to be alone. I headed in the direction of the
closest bathroom.
	"Hey! Hey kid! You left your notebook!" I turned around to see
Mr. Cooley coming towards me with a notebook in hand. I whipped my head
around and ran into the bathroom. I found the closest empty stall and
locked the door behind me. I could hear footsteps coming in my direction. I
stopped breathing and fell silent to my own fears. I could see his boots
under the door. As quietly as possible I jumped onto the toilet seat so as
not to be seen by him.
	The boots slowly backed away from the door and I heard the bathroom
door open and shut. I released my hold on my breath and took a long sigh of
relief. I got down off the stall and opened the door to the stall. Standing
infront of me was Mr. Cooley with the same smirk on his face as when he had
caught me staring at his crotch.
	He was holding a red notebook in his hand and I reached for it and
kept my eyes on the ground. "Hey," a hand came infront of the tile that I
was examining, "My name is Zack, Zack Cooley." I took the hand and shook it
but didn't raise my eyes from their focus.
	"What's your name?" he sounded sincere. It comforted me that he
wasn't mad. I slowly started to look up at him. I made my eyes look at his
boots first. Then up his legs and then I hit his crotch. The same place I
had been caught before. Except this time the bulge seemed even bigger than
before. Finally my eyes met his.
	"Matt...Matt Crowley." His eyes looked even more concerned than his
voice. "Nice to meet you Matt. Are you okay?" I looked at him and tried to
decide if this was some deception. Through the years I had been deceived by
everyone from my best friend to my mother. I hoped that he wasn't another
liar with a pretty face.
	"I'm fine. Thanks for bringing me the notebook." and with that I
ran out of the bathroom and into my next class right before the tardy bell.

	The rest of the day passed without many fires to extinguish. When
the last bell of the day rang I felt a wave of relief overcome me. I was
going to be able to go home and jack off. In the summer I jerked a lot more
because I was home a lone a lot. My mother was always at work or sleeping
with some man for whom in the morning she wouldn't even remember his name.
	I walked quickly to my locker. I needed relief and fast. I opened
my locker and began to pack my bag with the things I would need to have to
complete the homework that had accumulated over the day. I found it amazing
that for the first day of school I could have so much crap to do. I opened
my notebooks one by one taking out the notes that were necessary for
tonight's hours of study time.
	The last notebook I came to was my red notebook. It was my history
notebook. My mind flashed back to the memory of the happenings of after
English class. My history class had been right before it and I had to take
my folder and book to English due to the lack of time we were allowed to
commune from class to class.
	I opened the notebook and found a note written on the first page of
notebook paper: Hey, I didn't mean to frighten you earlier. I was just
being...friendly. I want to have a little chat with you later today, if
that is at all possible. I will be in my classroom after school until
five. Please, if at all possible, come see me...  Mr. C
	My heart began to beat overtime. My mind raced searching for a
viable reason for not going to see Mr. Cooley. I could find no such reason
and I knew that in my heart I needed to become comfortable around him or
life would be hell all year.
	I stuffed the notebook in my backpack, it would be an extra for my
meeting with Mr. Rosy Palm and his four sons. I closed my locker and began
to slowly walk towards his classroom. I patted myself on the back mentally
for having the courage to go see him.
	I walked down the English hall and stopped at his door. There I
found yet another note: I had to help the coaches with football practice. I
will be in the locker room...

Zack