*11*
I'm done with Kevin again. I only hit him up when I really need a good blowjob, or to get some ass. It never happens very often, once every few months or so. I'm not really this sexual deviant or anything like that. Most nights, I'm fine with just jerking off. Sometimes I prefer it. Nobody knows me like I know myself.
Sometimes it's just nice to have somebody do the work for you.
*12*
The week drags on. Work is all done, and all my classes consist of just watching movies. I skipped school on Tuesday, and when Wednesday rolls around, I decided to skip school that day too. I know I should be living up the remainder of my days left in high school with my friends before college comes around, I just never feel like going anymore.
Thursday morning I decide it's time to go back to school, and to stop avoiding every guy I've interacted with thus far by skipping.
This morning, a good friend of mine, Phil, says he needs a ride to school. Of course I'm not going to say now. 7:30 rolls around, and I pick him up on our way to school.
"Banana!" he yells when we see a yellow car on our way to school. It's part of a little game we made up with a few other friends, we call it 'Fruit of the Loom'. The whole point of the game is that whenever you see a yellow car, one that isn't a school bus or commercial vehicle, and not to be the last one. The last one to yell it has to take off one article of clothing. If you see a pink car, you yellow "watermelon" and the last to yell it has to remove all their clothes. Usually, we just mess around and never get further than shirts coming off.
"Asshole," I yellow in aggravation as I take off one of my shoes. I'd always secretly wanted to get Phil alone, and drive through a sea of yellow cars, and get him fully naked in my car, in my control. It's weird to fantasize about a friend, but I can't help it. Phil is just my type, a little shorter than me, with dirty blonde hair, which is a little curly. He has such dreamy green eyes. His hair is mostly brown, actually, but it has these natural blonde streaks in them, they even show up on his eyebrows. It's almost mesmerizing.
We pull into the parking lot about 5 minutes later, and I put my sneaker back on we head our separate ways to our classes.
As I said, most of the day was just watching movies. Nothing even remotely was happening, and nothing will happen until yearbooks are handed out next week. So obviously, nothing exciting happened until band period.
Today, the underclassmen were outside on the football field setting up where they would be playing for graduation next weekend. The upperclassmen mostly just hung around, except for the few of us that he needed. Luckily, Shawn, being the only bass guitar player, except for the freshman, was somebody he needed to help teach the freshman how to play the part. So I didn't have to worry about him getting in the way of my next guy.
His name was Grant Kief. Grant had been on my mind since 9th grade. His looks matched his name, he had a sort of English look about him. He had short brown hair, a smooth baby face, and always smelled amazing. He was always the butt of every joke his friends made, and he had been seeming a little down lately. Our group of friends in band took him in a little bit, and hung out with him the more his friends tormented him. I didn't mind a bit.
