Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2022 19:52:29 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Shelter, Chapter 2

HOLA PEEPS!!

It's Sunday and y'all already know what that means...your boy Ryan has some
time to write a story haha!!

This one is a little more DARING than what I usually write, but please,
enjoy it as it was intended xx

As always, my email, for feedback or even chats, is liciousryan@gmail.com

Peace and love,
Ryan


SHELTER
CHAPTER TWO
By Ryan White


PREVIOUS CHAPTER...

A knock at my door startled me...who the hell was that at eight in the
evening?

No one even knew I was here, not even my parents, who lived in Bellville,
Cape Town...housekeeping perhaps?

I opened the door and my heart lunged...it was Jack!

"I waited until you came back...can I come in? Please?" he asked, shivering
as he did so.

CURRENT CHAPTER...

In more shock that in absolute awe, I stared at the shivering boy before
me, he was as wet as anyone could possibly get, not even to mention that he
was dripping water, from the rain hopefully, just about everywhere, just
about every time he even as much as moved. His hair was completely
smothered against his scalp, and suddenly his eyes flickered towards mine,
in more hope than anything else.

I was a school teacher, I have dedicated my entire twenty-five years on
this earth to the safety and the education of children...as much as I
wanted to secretly hug him, kiss him, and tell him that he was legit the
most handsome boy I had EVER seen in my entire life, I had to force myself
to hesitate.

His dad and myself had already had some run ins in the short while that I
had been staying here in this hotel...the guy was a real fucking douchebag,
to say the very, very least...not even to mention his mother, who had only
this morning, BEATEN this boy so hard and so intense that I'm surprised
that honestly, no one on the third floor of said hotel, had called Social
Services as yet.

I closed my eyes and stood aside, against my better judgement. I seriously
wanted to avoid any kind of trouble or any kids of any kind...God knows I
came here, all the way to the Karoo in order to get over and away from
them...as would any paedophile when he was trying to get over his insane
sexual obsession with younger boys.

After nervously casting a side look towards the room next door, which was
the one he and his parents were staying in, he rushed inside, water
droplets flickering absolutely everywhere, and he seemed confused as hell
was what to do, now that he was actually inside. I took one look at him and
marched towards the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel out of the laundry
basket and rushed back towards Jack, I think that was his name, if I was
remembering correctly.

I softly placed the towel around him and I could have sworn I heard him
sigh...nevertheless, my cock seemed to have heard it as well, as the fucker
started to plump up the moment, I got that clear as day, sheer wonderful
boy smell in my nostrils...that incredible sweet smell that only a pre-teen
boy on the sheer cusp of puberty could have possible had, it was like it
was totally surrounding him.

He immediately grabbed the sides of said towel and pulled it to completely
cover his already, skinny ass body.

"Thanks..." he whispered, before I swallowed...very, very slowly, and
carefully, as not to hurt him, turned his body around and lead him slowly
towards the bed, where I had him sat down, and to keep my total and utter
sanity of having a twelve-year-old wet boy inside my room, I stood up and
kneeled myself down a fair few feet away from him.

He was still shivering, although not a much as before, and his eyes were
everywhere except than on me.

Before I could actually ask him something, my eyes were casted towards a
dark reddish blotch that was staring at me from his knee area, and
immediately the school teacher inside my kicked in good and proper.

"Jack...Jack, you're bleeding."

The boy looked up at me, and then finally, he looked sideways at his arms,
both of his hands, before he hissed as he finally saw his knee. He grabbed
it with both hands and immediately regretted that decision seemingly, as
another hiss, followed by a deep emotion cry from the back of his throat
signalled him being in pain, and now just realising it.

How far was this kid gone not even to realise that he was hurting and
bleeding, my god!

I forced myself not to remember those awful sounds and words that was
screamed top of their voices, from their room early in the morning when his
mother was quite obviously beating the boy to with an inch of his young
life, over and over, and those desperate screams for her to please, please
stop...

"Okay, look, I'm not being funny, but that thing has probably been bleeding
for a while now and it's gonna get infected if we don't treat it. Take
those pants off, now, young man. I'll be back just now."

As I made my way halfway towards the bathroom, Jack was still sitting just
where he had been, he hadn't even moved an inch. Images of him accusing and
calling me a perve a few days ago, for just being concerned over his well
being flooded my brain, before I sighed and pursed my lips together in
sheer frustration.

"Jack, please do as I say. I just want to look at that knee of yours,
nothing else. You came here tonight for a reason, okay? So please, just
trust me."

I could only see the back of his head at that moment and time, and finally,
there was movement from the scared little twelve-year-old. His hands were
reaching down ever so slowly, before he seemingly was removing his trousers
he had on. I blinked once, before forcing myself to turn away and get all
the necessary supplies needed to treat his injured leg.

Luckily for both of us, the hotel provided a decent medical aid bag,
stocked full of various equipment, and I quickly grabbed some cotton wool,
some gauze, as well as plasters and Dettol Antiseptic liquid, to clean the
wound with.

Returning to Jack, I had to stop straight in my tracks a few feet away from
him. He had not only removed his trousers, as ordered, but for some reason,
also his shirt that he was wearing. The thing was wet as, but he had
managed to neatly fold both clothing items and placed it on the floor.

Only now I could see how skinny he really was.

Jesus. I silently cursed his parents. When was the last time this boy had a
decent meal?

His mother was already a real piece of work, seemingly have no time for him
at all, whilst his father wasn't that much better...I could still hear the
pleading inside Jack's pre-teen voice when he had begged me not to take him
back to his parents when I had found him...hiding in the rain...a few days
before.

His mom sounded like she had an important job, and that was why they were
residing in the hotel in the first place.

And she obviously saw taking care of Jack as to getting in the way of that.

Realisation hit me in the face harder than a hard cock to my backside ever
would...now I understood why Jack had refused to take off his clothes...it
wasn't that he was afraid of me possibly doing something perverted to
him...majority of his body was covered in blue-ish and yellow spots.

It was obvious where it had come from...as the beatings heard by his mother
next door to me, was a very clear indication.

He refused to look at me, he just...he just SAT there, like a desperate man
waiting to be hanged.

I knelt before him, my heart and my soul aching for what he was going
through, and gently placed my hand on his healthy knee.

"Jack...look at me."

Nothing. Nada.

"Jack, who did this to you? Tell me what happened. Come on Jack, I can see
something is terribly wrong, I just want to help..."

He did eventually look upwards, but still not at me, only his beautiful
blue eyes fluttered towards the still pouring rain from the outside, as it
continued to wreak havoc here in the Karoo. Eventually he slumped forward
and licked his dry, burst lips...

"I fell."

Bullshit. BULL FUCKING SHIT!

I had heard some belters in my life but this one completely and utterly
took the cake, and I was a fucking school teacher, I really thought there
wasn't anything kids his age could throw at me.

Gritting my teeth and sighing deeply, I turned my attentions to his
bleeding knee. The blood itself seemed to have stopped, but the wound was
dirty, covered with what looked like sand particles. I quickly grabbed some
of the cotton wool and dabbed some of the Dettol onto it before I hovered
for a moment...

"Okay Jack, I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna sting quite a bit. But I'm
doing this to help you, not hurt you. Okay? You trust me?"

Seconds went passed without any notion from the boy, when in reality it
honestly felt like sheer hours. Eventually, he nodded, and then he did the
cutest thing imaginable...he gently pushed his injured knee more and more
towards me, as if he was giving me permission to touch him.

I was right, cleaning the wound did sting him like crazy, his entire face
was etched in burning pain, but eventually, he calmed down, once the
dressing and gauze had been placed on, followed by two plasters to keep it
intact and out of harm's way. Those plasters were of the fabric kind, they
were sure to stay on there for a while, so there was that, at least.

I went back towards the bathroom to throw away the used items and by the
time I had gotten back to the bedroom, he had fallen asleep. He had
literally curled himself up into the foetal position, with his mouth half
open as his chest was gently heaving up and down.

My heart was filled with such warmth and care for this...complete and utter
stranger kid that I felt a tear escape my eye. I quickly wiped it off and
grabbed one of the blankets on the couch, before carefully, as not to wake
him, placed it over him.

For a long while, I stood there, just staring at the sleeping
twelve-year-old.

There were really, REALLY those times that we paedophiles CURSED at what we
were going through on a daily basis...seeing all these innocent, young
boys, and not being able to BE with them in the full way that we so
desperately craved, but now...tonight...this very moment, I was happy.

I felt blessed beyond imagining, seeing this boy before me...he was so
incredibly beautiful, he actually made my teeth hurt.

I smiled slightly and reached out my hand slowly, an out of body experience
of just wanting to touch and feel his skin...before smirking and shaking my
head, pulling my hand reluctantly back.

"You sleep tight, Jack..." I softly whispered.



**



The following morning, I was wide awake at about six a clock, and the first
thing I did was to go and check on Jack, who was still fast asleep on my
own bed, on the exact same spot where I had left him the previous evening.

During the course of the night, the blanket had managed to slip from his
body, and I immediately placed it back where it was, before making myself
some much-needed coffee. Getting room service was not exactly an option
with a young boy sleeping inside my bed, so there was that idea out of the
window.

Because of my breakfast, lunch and dinners being included in the fee, I
didn't have much to offer Jack to eat either. Knowing boys his age, they
were always hungry, they were ALWAYS eating, and they rarely, if ever,
gained any weight at all. To be that age again...Jesus!

A noise from the bedroom alerted me that Jack was awake, and I treaded
carefully towards that direction. It was indeed a very sleepy, very semi
naked boy that greeted my eyes...I should have checked that he had gotten
dressed after I treated his knee...I just assumed that he did. He reached
up and ran his fingers through his hair, before scratching his nose and
looking around the room as if he clearly didn't know where he was.

"Jack...it's okay...it really is...you're safe..." I said, the last two
words softly to make sure only he could hear them.

Jack's eyes landed on mine and it took a few seconds for recognition to
kick in, before he nodded and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You remember what happened last night?" I dared to ask, before he suddenly
winced, his eyes etched in pain...

"My knee...fuck, it hurts!" he murmured before he looked back at me, guilty
as sin, knowing that he had said something he shouldn't have.

"Yeah, you hurt it pretty badly. It's all bandaged up though, so don't go
touching or scratching it, okay? You hungry? I really don't have any food
in here, but if you want, I can order you something from downstairs?"

Jack sniffed before he suddenly lunged upwards, his eyes as big as
saucers...

"Was my dad here? Did he come looking for me?" he asked, his voice suddenly
and inexplicably so hoarse that I had to move closer in order to hear him.

"No one was here, I don't think they even know you're here, so relax! Okay?
Lemme order you something to eat and then I'll take you back to your
parents, I mean, they're only next door anyway..."

"NO! YOU CAN'T!"

I was shocked at his sudden and unexplainable behaviour, you wouldn't ever
believe that scared little boy who was only a few minutes ago, sleeping so
soundly was capable of a fire inside him as fierce as this. His fists were
balled and his lips were also slightly quivering.

I took ONE step closer, and he retreated immediately...okay, David...bad
idea.

"Jack, your parents will be worried about you, and I don't have to tell you
that I could get into serious shit if I keep you in here with me any
longer!" I said, my voice raised a little higher than usual, but honestly,
I was on a much-needed vacation...I really didn't need all this drama.

In the few short days that I have known Jack, I already have come to care
more about him than I should...I made that mistake once with Shawn
Harrison, one of my students at school...I refused to do that again!

Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head, emphatically.

"Dude, you don't get it! My mom is working, she's always fucking working!
She never has any time for me, I'm just in her way! You saw how angry my
dad gets now you wanna take me back there?"

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. Poor guy was so afraid of his own
parents that he would rather stay in here with a complete stranger!

"You want me to get locked up? Because that is what will happen, Jack. And
yes, I saw the kind of person your dad is, and you also know he'll say I
kidnapped you or something, just out of spite. Please, I'm sure you and
your parents can work something out, but please, just let me get you
something to eat and then I'll take you next door. Please?"

Jack lowered his eyes and also noticed that his wet clothes were still
laying on the floor, and I mentally kicked myself for not doing something
to actually dry them out. He quickly dropped the blanket and got dressed in
record time, before he stood before me, and pushed his hair back from where
it was falling over his forehead.

"Okay, okay! I'll do it! And don't worry about food, I'm not hungry. Can I
just get a glass of water, please?"

I smiled slightly and nodded, before walking towards the kitchen in order
to get a glass from the cupboard. I wasn't even halfway towards said
kitchen, with my back turned towards him, before I heard the door open and
shut closed behind me.

The little shit. The fucking little...

I forced myself to calm down, but it was clearly the oldest trick in the
book, and he had me totally falling for it, hook, line and STINKER! I
sighed and shrugged my shoulders...clearly, he didn't want or need my help,
then. On second thoughts, I knew that wasn't true.

He knew that I would end up taking him back to his parents and that's why
he bolted. A little bit of me hoped secretly that he did all of this to
take the attention of from me and to protect me, should his parents and
hotel management come to look for him.

It was still raining out there as well. Heavily so. Fucking hell.

I shouldn't be caring about him...not as much as I was...I should just try
and make the best what's left of my vacation before the new term starts, I
knew that.

Sighing, I knew it wasn't possible. I was already in way too deep with
Jack.

I already cared for him...way too much.



**



I didn't see that beautiful boy for the rest of the morning, and when
inside the afternoon, when I had finished my lunch at the hotel, and
someone still didn't come knocking at my door to look for him, I just
assumed that he had done what I had asked and gone back to his room.

As I stepped out of the elevator on the third floor, on the way to my room,
I saw Jack's dad sitting outside in the middle of the corridor, with his
hands running through his hair and looking for all like he was carrying the
world on his shoulders. Such a fucking change from the man who had in two
days now threatened me TWICE over keeping the hell way from his son.

I hesitated.

I had to pass him to get to my room...a collision was always going to be
inevitable, but I really thought I'd be able to just swift past him,
especially if he remained as he was now...his head down and not really
caring who was around him.

No such luck however, his head shot up the moment that he heard a movement
next to him.

"Sorry, I really just wanted to get to my room..." I started to say, but he
shook his head and kept sitting on the floor, with a depressed as hell look
smothered all over his otherwise, handsome face.

I could really see where Jack got his good looks from however, and although
I wasn't into guys his age at all, this man was hot AF!

"You haven't seen Jack, have you?" he asked, slowly as he got up and faced
me.

Fuck...I can't tell him Jack spent the night with me, he'd totally get the
wrong idea...

"No, I haven't...is everything okay?"

Jack's father sighed and placed both his hands into the pockets of his
jeans.

"My wife...yeah, she's not the most charming person in this world, I'm sure
you've heard us before, you know, fighting and all of that, living next
door...she never actually wanted Jack, you know...she only found out that
she was pregnant when it was already too late to have an abortion, see? Her
work was always more important to her than anything else..."

I wanted to say something in regards to why Jack was the way he was, but I
kept quiet when it seemed he had way more to say...

"...the whole reason why we are here with her in the damn first place, is
because I'm a recovering alcoholic. I'm not allowed to look after my son on
my own. That's why we were forced to come here with Angelina, my
wife. She's a journalist, and she takes that job very seriously. I'm not
working at the moment, and sometimes the craving for just a beer gets just
too much and I shouldn't do it, but I get SO damn frustrated that I
completely take it out on everyone around me, even Jack..."

He looked around him and finally, he smiled, his entire face full of
regret.

"You wouldn't have time to help me look for him, would you? And again,
sorry for all the names I called you..."

I nodded, and before I could stop myself, we had split up, and tackled the
various areas that the hotel had to offer.



**



I had a slight hunch where Jack might be...the one and only place where I
had found him the last time.

Turns out I was right, as I neared the outside pool, in the pouring rain,
there he was. My first instinct was to call Gary, his father, I found out
his name was, and alert him that I had found Jack, but I knew that I had to
check if the boy was okay.

My heart broke as I saw him in the corner of the swimming area, his back
towards me, as he saw on the cold wet floor, with his legs upright, his arm
resting on them and his head between them. He was soaked...beyond any
belief...I had to get him out of here before he died of pneumonia or some
shit.

"Jack! Jack, come on out of there!"

He lifted up his head and suddenly his eyes lit up, before he looked behind
me and saw his father quickly running towards where we were. Immediately he
stood up and tried to get away, fright etched into his eyes, he tried to
run past both me and his father, but Gary swiftly caught him and held his
son to his body.

"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick!" Gary shouted and
hugged his son even closer towards him.

"You and her don't need me! You're always fucking fighting!" Jack screamed
out emphatically, eliciting another raw sniff from his throat, and I
swallowed slowly in the sheer need to keep calm, seeing this boy trying his
level best not to burst into tears.

"Jack, Jack, listen...I don't always show it, and I know things have been
tough, but you're my son! Never forget that! I love you, Son!" Gary
croaked; his voice over come with utmost emotion.

Jack's eyes were closed as he felt love from one of his parents, clearly
for the first time in years...saddening that it had taken to THIS for Gary
to realise just what they were putting their child through.

I was clearly no longer needed here, and made my way quietly back towards
my room.

I was happy that Jack and dad were half on their way to working things out,
and that at least, that was something.  How long the peace would last,
especially with that mother of his...I really didn't know.



**

Can't believe I've been here a whole damn week!

Almost time to go back to Cape Town for the new school semester, something
that I was dreading to say the least, because I knew that Shawn wouldn't be
there. I fell head over heels for one of my students, only to be told that
he wasn't returning to school, as his family was moving.

Hence why I came to the Karoo in the first place...needed to clear my head
and it actually felt like I was succeeding.

I haven't seen Jack for nearly two days, and neither his parents for that
matter. Next door was quiet these days, not the ear-splitting arguments
that happened from before. I was kinda scared that they had checked out,
because that would mean I'd probably never see Jack ever again...and I was
too much of a coward to even ask the reception guy, who was still flirting
with me every chance he got.

To my surprise, later on that afternoon, as the weather was much, much
better...any one in South Africa would tell you that sometimes we would
actually experience seriously hot temperatures in the middle of winter,
crazy, I know. If ever there was a day to actually test the pool, it was
now, because knowing the Karoo, tomorrow it would be raining cats and dogs
once more.

I jogged downstairs for a swim, bare chested with my towel around my neck,
and I saw immediately that Jack was there as well. He was busy with, what
looked like doing several laps in the hotel's pool, freestyling his own way
through the waves of water. I didn't see Gary, or Angelina for that matter,
anywhere, so I figured he came down out of his own accord.

"Hey Mister!" he suddenly shouted, as he came up for some much-needed air
and saw me at the shallow end. With big, powerful strokes, much too much
for someone as skinny as him, he swam over to me, with a big ass grin
smothered across his entire face.

"Hey! Wanna come and swim with me? I'm so bored!"

Jesus...I actually begged my dick to behave.

The kid was of course...shirtless, his wet hair was all over the place, his
upper chest was wreaked with droplets...his beautiful skin had healed of
those nasty bruises that he had a few days ago...my god, did this kid
actually know how beautiful he really was?

"Yeah, that would be awesome!" I said and carefully placed my towel and sun
scream onto one of the open chaise chairs next to the pool, before making a
near perfect dive into the cool, crisp water.

This was what the elderly always called "sick making" weather, because it
was so warm out, that you naturally go for a swim, but the next day it's
cold as hell.

Nevertheless, we swam and glided through the water as much as our hearts
content. After about a half hour, I saw Jack get out and grab his towel
which was not laying far from where mine was.

I so badly wanted to join him, but in horror I realised that my cock was
devilishly hard...that was so not an option right now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his entire kiddie boy pre-teen
physique...his stunning boy butt, his gleaming skinny body, his youthful
exuberance, but just the manner in which he dried himself off.

With a splat, he threw down the towel, and then quickly ran over to where I
was paddling in the deep end.

"Careful that you don't slip and fall in, dude!" I shouted towards him, to
which he immediately stopped, and walked ever to slowly to the end of the
pool.

"Guess what! It's my birthday tomorrow! I turn thirteen then!" he said,
happy as I had ever seen him, his eyes smiling along with his beautiful
mouth.

"Oh, I see, you're a big boy now!" I joked back, but as my eyes nervously,
just for a mere second, fluttered over the bulge inside his shorts, I
couldn't help to wonder if that wasn't the case in real life.

I totally cracked up as he flexed his boyish muscles for me, those
twelve-year-old biceps with a decent bulge to say the very least. God, my
cock was rock hard and I prayed to God that he wouldn't be able to see my
seven-incher straining to shit underneath my shorts.

Jack sat down on his knees as ran his fingers through the water.

"My mom has to work, and she won't be here. Dad said that we can celebrate
on our own. You should come! You stay right next door to us, right?"

Yeah, I did, but I couldn't help to wonder what Gary, not even to mention
Angelina, would have to say if I should turn up at his party
tomorrow...with next to no kids residing in the hotel, I really felt sorry
for him...it wasn't going to be much of a party without actual KIDS here,
was it?

"I'll try and make it. And I'll get you a present as well, okay?" I said,
wiping the water out of my eyes.

"Fucking hell! Awesome!" he shouted, so much so, that two elderly
pensioners nearly spilled their orange juice as they walked past, to which
he sped off in the direction of the hotel itself, completely forgetting his
towel, laying forgotten next to the chaise.

My mind was working overtime...what would I be able to get him for his
birthday that he would actually like?



**



With his gift held tightly in my hand, I nervously neared the room next
door to mine.

This thing, so neatly gift wrapped the only way that I knew how, costed my
ass nearly R7000...I know...Jesus...I'm a fucking idiot, but the moment
that I saw it online, I knew that he would have a blast with it, every damn
minute.

Never mind that I blew half the budget on my credit card to actually afford
it...I wouldn't do it for just any kid...this was Jack after all.

I took a deep breath, and knocked at the door, before waiting a fair few
seconds, before Jack opened it.

"Hey, my dude! Happy birthday!" I said, as he stood aside for me to come
inside, happiness spread completely across his face.

Calm down, David. For God's sake.

Their room was the exact carbon copy of mine, of course, just much, much
messier. Housekeeping had clearly not been here yet, but God knows my room
didn't look half as bad as this one did.

"You got me a present? You didn't have to!" he said, his eyes shining with
anticipation and sheer excitement, and at that moment, all the fucking
money that I had spent on this thing was worth it, a million times
over. Just to see how happy he really was, made this all so much better.

"Yeah, I did. Told ya I would. Where are your parents?" I asked, suddenly
dawning on me that I hadn't seen either of them since I entered.

That smile disappeared as quickly as it first came...

"They're out. Mom has to work and Dad...He said he would be back soon; he
just has stuff to do first."

I looked around the lounge area of the room, like I said, the exact same
outline to what mine was...and there wasn't as much as a cake, or
streamers, or just any damn indication whatsoever that someone in there was
actually celebrating his thirteenth birthday.

No presents, not even a birthday card, no nothing. I stood still for a few
moments...I really, honestly thought that things were better between Jack
and his parents...I really hoped it was...how could they just...LEAVE him
here all alone on his birthday, for god sakes!

"Is that for me?"

Regaining control over my senses, I turned towards him, with a genuine
smile on my face.

"There you go, kiddo. Open up and enjoy."

With a look of total and utter boyish joy smeared across his handsome face,
Jack ripped the parcel out of my hands and sat down on the couch. With
typical pre-teen demeanour, he completely dismantled the gift-wrapping
paper, before he drew in his breath, as he finally saw what I had gotten
him.

For a mere moment, I really thought he hated it...but then...

"IT'S A FUCKING NINTENDO SWITCH! OH MY GOD!"

I really shouldn't be laughing when a thirteen-year-old boy was using this
kind of foul language, but it was so damn infectious, that I couldn't help
but. He was jumping for literal joy right now, before carefully placing the
box onto the hotel room's coffee table, and trying his best to actually
open it.

"Wait, lemme help you," I said, and kneeled down, coming face to face with
the boy.

Together, we totally unpacked and unwrapped the experience Nintendo console
until we had managed to put it together in its entirety. The smile on his
face was worth the massive hole in my budget, alone.

"I always, always wanted one of these, but mom always said it was way too
expensive...wow Mister...Thanks so much! You mean...this is really mine?
You're not just kidding? You're not gonna take it away?"

Wow...I once more swallowed slowly as I digested his words...what the hell
had happened in his life to have him wonder if a birthday gift that has
come from the heart, was really and honestly his...to have forever...

"I promise! You go nuts with that thing," I said...and before I knew what
was happening, the little guy had literally THROWN himself at me.

My wind was out for a while, and when I actually realised that he was
hugging me, so tight that I was actually out of breath, the realisation of
what was happening...Jesus! This beautiful, handsome, sexy birthday boy was
holding me...like he literally never wanted to let me go!

I swear...it was instinct...as my arms moved around him, hugging him back,
pulling him towards me as much as I could. I promise you, I thought I had
heard him sigh and hold me tighter, the moment that I did so. Together Jack
and I held each other for a while until I eventually broke the hug, and my
heart yearned as I saw him wiping away a few tears.

"You wanna play with me? One of those Pokemon games?" he asked, his eyes
once more shimmering with delight.

"You betcha!" I said, smiling back at him.

That promise I had made to myself...after Shawn Harrison had left the
school and left me heartbroken...that promise I made that I would never,
EVER allow myself to fall for another boy this young again...

...well, didn't that just go to total shit...



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THANKS FOR READING!!

This storyline is a little out of my comfort zone, but if you have read
some of my stories, you will also know, there will ALWAYS be a good outcome
in the end...so please keep reading!!

Any feedback? Us wannabe authors live on it haha.

If you want me to write a third chapter, and find out more about Teacher
David and that poor kid Jack, feel free to send me an email xx

liciousryan@gmail.com