Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 18:01:08 -0500 From: Prince Ernest Subject: Chapter 21 Room 108 Adult/Youth Section Disclaimers: Everything you read in this story is my intellectual property and as such should be treated with utmost respect. The students described are not living, breathing human beings mind you. They exist only in the realm of pure imagination, somewhat. These are my fantasies that I have developed over the years. The students described in the story do not really exist, but are rather the combination of several different students. Thus I am not harming anyone, because they combine features and thus are not really in existence. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PEOPLE IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL ON MY PART. All other disclaimers/rules/procedures apply. If you are under the legal age of viewing this material (depending upon where you live, that could be any age) please direct yourself to something else that will occupy your time. Also, PLEASE PLEASE consider donating to Nifty Archives! We lose funding, and all these great stories disappear :(. Just click on the Donate tab at the top of your screen! Simple, easy and definitely worth it! Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy my story. Constructive criticism/feedback/comments are duly appreciated. Please direct them to my email at prince_ernest86@live.com. All are welcome! And thank you in to all those who I already consider my fans! Your support means more than you will ever know! Room 108-Chapter 21: The Prognosis "Michael, I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul. I can sense that you are a sweet guy, and I just want to spend time with you, getting to know you and seeing what sort of man you can help me to become. I trust you that the boys are special to you in a family sort of way, and I want you to know that I support whatever you do with them." He sealed this little speech of his, with another kiss on my lips, with just the slightest bit of penetration of his tongue into my mouth, and slightly swishing itself across my tongue. The most erotic images just flashed through my mind, of me throwing Liam down and ripping his clothes off and making sweet love to him. There would have been nothing more that I would have liked to have done, but considering we were on the front lawn of my apartment complex, and Mrs. Ruiz in 7102 is an extreme bitch, I didn't think that was really going to be in the best interest of everyone. As we broke off our kiss, I whispered to him "Would you like to come inside for some coffee?", but before he could answer, my phone dinged to indicate to me that I had received a text message. I went to check it quickly; annoyed that someone would be disturbing my time with Liam. The message however, showed me that any fun I was to have with Liam would be put on hold for a while. "Coach, this is Hayden. My mom wants to talk to you..." My only mental response was to panic, but also to remind myself that there was no real reason to panic, as Liam had explained to me earlier. I had not transgressed any boundaries with the boys, and the evidence to the contrary was purely circumstantial. There was no way that they could tie to me where the boys had been, I had been careful about that. Instead of panic setting into my mindset, I was more nervous and anxious about the situation with a slight tinge of concern thrown into the mix. I decided to test the boundaries of my relationship with Liam and clue him into what was going on. "Liam, I want to show you this message, I'm not sure what it means, but it means something. I want you to know that I trust you, and I might need your help with whatever this is. Do you still want to stick around with this old man?" "Michael, you are far from old, and as I've said it a million times now, there isn't any way I'm going to just run off on you. You'll find some young buck before too long, and then I'll be the lonely one. You'll never get rid of me that I am certain of." Liam grabbed my phone to see what message had come through. As he sat there reading it, which took all of ten seconds, I thought of how perfect this young man was for me. He was intelligent, earning good grades in all his other college classes and still finding time to help me with my classes. He was a drop dead stud, I could tell that much from the brief encounter we had a few days prior. He was loyal to me and the boys, not for one second did I think he would betray me to Ms. Arthur or the cops. I felt safe and secure with him. I felt love growing for him. I felt that he could possibly be the one that I would want to spend the rest of my life with. Liam Malcomb was becoming someone special to me and I was fairly certain that I knew what kind of special that was. Once he had finished reading the text message, he put the phone down and looked over at me, with not even the slightest trace of doubt in his beautiful face. He just smiled at me with the mischievous grin that I would have expected to see on Hayden or Byron, while on Liam it seemed even more out of place. I just sat there and laughed at him while he spoke. "Well Coach...looks like you have a meeting in the morning. Wonder what old lady Van Diver could want with you? Maybe she's concerned about Hayden's grades?" "That couldn't possibly be it. Hayden's a straight A student in my class, and he works hard to maintain those grades. I've never cut him any breaks on him as well. If anyone should have worries about grades, it should be Byron. " "Oh come on Michael, if you just lightened up on Byron, he might do better. He's struggling to maintain the B average that you want from them. Gideon spends his free time tutoring Byron, and he's really been making an effort. You should take notice of it!" "Gideon's been tutoring Byron? How did I not notice it? No wonder their homework assignments have almost identical answers! Liam, I don't think Gideon has been tutoring Byron, I think Gideon has been letting Byron cheat off of him!" We both sat on the bench outside for the next hours, just comparing notes on the boys, the game, the weather, current politics, and nothing at all. All we wanted to do was to spend more time with each other, intertwined as we were. He had his head on my shoulder, while my arm was around the back of him. It was the most natural pose in the world, and the cool night air only made us want to spend more time together as the body heat we both gave off made us cling to each other like two turtle-doves locked in an lover's embrace. 11 o'clock came and we knew that we had to break it up in order to get some sleep. 5.45 comes too soon when you are a teacher. Liam drove off, and I settled into bed by my lonesome, kicking myself for not inviting Liam in and taking advantage of the trust that we had developed. Our relationship was beginning to emerge into something real, and if I had been smart we could have used that momentum to build into something passionate. However, as fleeting as the sands through an hour glass, that moment had passed and now I had to spend my night tossing and turning over what had not happened, and what I had deeply desired to happen. As stated previously 5.45 came earlier than I would have liked to, and before I knew what was going on, it was 7.15 and I was arriving at Pat Nixon Middle School somewhat ready to greet the day. Liam was not going to be in today because of his college class schedule, he was required to be on campus a few days a week in order to learn things which professors thought was necessary in order to train young teachers what they thought was the right way. Never mind that all actual training I thought vital was learnt when my host teacher left me to my own devices during student teaching. However, that was above my pay grade and all I could do was resign myself to the fact that I would have to face Ms. Van Diver by myself, with only my wit and charm as my defensive shield. The day started off well enough, considering that last night we had won our first game, which was also the season opener. The emotions from the night before were still strong, and every where I turned, I was receiving congratulatory messages from faculty members and smiles from boys on the team, all to show how pleased they were with our victory. Ms. Arthur actually took my entire body into her overflowing bosom and expressed her gratitude by shaking me up and down like I was a little rag doll. It was nice to have my back popped, I will admit that, but it was a little uncomfortable watching the stares of the secretaries in the office who couldn't help but resist a smile and a wink towards my unfortunate encounter. The only reminder that I had about my upcoming meeting was from Ms. Stellern, the nasty office secretary whom everyone despised. She hated young students, and they in turn hated her. She had once been a 6th grade teacher, but had grown to hate students for not living up to her ridiculously high standards of teaching. She had been offered the job out of sympathy and had taken it because she knew it was the only way she could still maintain some dignity in the school system. She promptly reminded me, after Ms. Arthur had put me down, that Ms. Van Diver had called in and arranged a meeting with me during my free period in the morning. I nodded curtly at her, as there was no love lost between us, and went on my merry little way up to my own particular corner of heaven. Jacobson and Blankenhors were full of praise for my coaching ability at the game last night, apparently because they had been eye witnesses at the actual game last night. I apologized to them, as I must have been too caught up in the coordination of the game to notice their presence. I did deeply regret not noticing them last night, as I wanted to be courteous towards all my colleagues, especially two who I worked closely with and regarded as friends of mine. They both chuckled and spoke kindly towards me. "Michael, no need to apologize. It's apparent to all that you love those boys as a father, and it's also clear to everyone that they love you. You have been a great role model to them, and that's exactly what this school needs. So just keep doing what it is that you are doing." Thus spoke the veteran teacher Blankenhors. I knew I could always count on her to provide me with support. Jacobson just nodded, and then we started towards our own separate rooms since the student dismissal bell had just rung. I was hoping to speak to Hayden prior to the conference with his mother, but I noticed on the attendance roster which was sent out after first period attendance, that Hayden was excused from his first few classes. In fact, he was not due to arrive until after my free period, which made me a little bit more nervous than I would have liked to admit. Instead of facing that fear, I dove into my work, trying to get through the first three periods of the day until time would move itself forward and I would have my conference with Ms. Van Diver and find out what the mysterious text was all about. Byron and Gideon were the bright spots in another wise fast paced morning which seemed to go on at the speed of light because of my sheer determination. They were both riding off the sheer wave of enthusiasm and euphoria that had overtaken the school due to our win last night. It was like their popularity had soared, and due to the fact that Hayden was not there, they were totally basking in the adulation. I had no doubts that they loved Hayden, Gideon especially loved him as young lovers, but this was their time to shine, and so it was a new and intoxicating feeling to be on their own for once. Sure enough, fourth period arrived, and with the exit of all the students, I decided to make a quick run to the bathroom to see how I looked. I had decided to wear my best button-down shirt, with a black vest over the top, and a paisley white tie. I thought I looked good in the older style of clothes, although some of my students teased me about looking older than I actually was. I wet my hair down just a little bit in order to make sure it stayed in place. My hair always grew longer than I wanted it, faster than I wanted. I had shaved that morning so I looked pretty good if I do say so myself. I wasn't intending to flirt and ask out Hayden's mom, but looking good wasn't such a bad thing was it? Hayden and his mother arrived just as I was walking back into the room myself. Hayden was his usual stunning self, in a pale sky blue polo shirt, that was opened down the bottom and showed off how perfectly tan his body was. He was wearing a nice pair of khaki shorts, and had on white flip-flops accentuated with an ankle bracelet from American Eagle. His hair was combed over to the side perfectly, which made him look like a younger version of Justin Bieber, and he had his diamond stud earrings in. Fuckable was the look that he was going for with his outfit, but his face showed worry and concern. Instead of his usual smile beaming on his face, he kept his eyes on the ground and made eye contact only with his toes. He was obviously upset about something, but what I couldn't imagine. Hayden's mom did little to allay the fears that Hayden was displaying. I knew from the information I had collected at the beginning of the year that her name was Beth, and she had been on her own for some time. Beth worked as a teller at a local bank, which provided her and Hayden with enough so that they were comfortable but just barely. She had come to the Open House at the beginning of the year, but that was before I had met her delicious looking son. She looked thin, pale, and ragged beyond her years. She was wearing a nice outfit, but it looked big on her. Her hair and eyes were the same color as Hayden, but that was where all facial and familiar resemblance stopped. She extended her hand towards me in greeting, and summoned up a smile that I could tell was painful for her to muster. I told her to sit down wherever she was comfortable, and began speaking before she could. I thought that a good defense was a good offense. "Ms. Van Diver, thank you for arranging this meeting. I'm sure Hayden has told you about our win last night, and I just wanted to let you know how incredibly proud I, and in fact the whole team, are of Hayden. He has proven himself to be a good team captain. He backs this up with his tremendous work in class, where he has the highest grade in his class. In short Ms. Van Diver, your son is a great asset to this school, and certainly to our soccer program." Her voice was ragged, and weak again concerning me for her and Hayden's well-being. "Mr. Lambert, thank you for your kind words. However, my visit here in not a social call. I'm dying Mr. Lambert, and I need to discuss Hayden's well-being with you. He's told me about your after school activities, and I want to talk to you about them." ***** Let the guessing game begin of what's going to happen now! There is some interesting stuff going to happen in the next few chapters...so stay tuned! 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