The Mate

My name is Miles, I'm seventeen, adopted to my aunt and uncle since I was four; so I consider them as my real parents. My bio parents, my mom's sister and her boyfriend, are drug addicts and didn't want me. But when they realized my aunt and uncle did, they fought them in court after a nice free rehab called jail.  Oh, and I'm gay. They don't know that. Well to a degree. They're very Christian, one time my mom caught me jerking off and i had to talk to her priest about s****l urges. That was awkward.  But when I was 14, I got caught having s*x with a kid from Church. I was sent to a straight camp that 'helped', or so they thought. We had to leave once I got out to move to Denver. To get away from people who heard of what happened. My parents blamed it on Jackson, the boy, said he corrupted me, made me believe that 'abomination' in gods eye was okay.  Now I start fresh. At Denver East High School. 1,000 miles away from my hometown Weidman, Michigan. I miss it, i miss my friends, they were okay with me being gay, in fact my best friend love it. I helped her with clothes, cliche i know, but it got her off my back.  I got a job here at a mechanics place my dad owns, i mainly just mop and clean up but sometimes i get to work on cars with everyone else. I made a friend there, Alexander. He's very nice. He is also very talkative. Always talks about a girl he wants to date but can't because she is in love with the basketball captain and doesn't he, a football player, is worth her time.  But no one here knows i'm gay. My mom told me i'm forbidden to tell anyone. My dad would be very furious. We've only been here five days and he's already known very well by the church people. He's at church more than he's at home, thank god. He's a pain in the ass.  Today though, it's my first day at school. I'm sweating bullets. I have one friend, but he's only a friend at work so who knows what would happen when we met face to face in school. I also have to act not gay. To fool my parents that straight camp did indeed work for me; well them.  I pull on my dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt, grabbing my hoodie and walking out. I take the bus to school, very loud kids that make my head hurt, so i block them off with the loud music coming from my headphones.  When we get there and step out i'm shocked. This place looks more like it would be a college than a high school. People are spread out, from the stairs to the railings, to the benches even the Giant E that sticks up from the ground.  People range from gothic, to geek, to football, the fashion girls, the cheerleaders, basketball, all of it. But I don't see anyone that looks gay. And thankfully i don't. My mother made sure with the clothes i own.  I go inside and towards the office where they give me the paper with my schedule and my locker code. I get my books from the library that the office administrator told me to get and then set books in my locker and go to geometry.I suck at this class. I failed already at my old school.  My teacher's name is Mr. Wenston and he's already stern with me. I sit in the back of the class away from everyone; which i'm thankful for. I'm not very open with talking to people, especially people i know.  My day goes on; art, biology, World History, gym-which sucked-and now i have English 2. My teacher isn't there yet, so i sit in the back, away from everyone. He walks in, but i don't see his face, but his body built is very nice. He looks to be in his early twenties.  "Alright." he set's his jacket down and grabs a clipboard. "Gina Adams."  "Here!" "Bryan Anderson." "Sup." He shakes his head in annoyance. "Juliana Carson?" No one answers.  "No Juliana." he grabs a pen and marks it off. I still can't see his face but he sounds so sexy. I snap the rubber band i learned in straight camp. It's a way to get us to resist urges and right now, I'm resisting to go up and move his face so i can see him. For some reason i'm so attracted to him.  "Miles Johnson? Whose Miles Johnson?" He looks up and i'm floored. Beautiful Greek like God is staring and looking around the room.  He is so beautiful.  I slap the rubber band hard on my wrist before moving my hand up some. "Um, me." He nods. "You're new?" he asks and i nod. "Where'd you transfer from?" "Timberland High." He blinks in shock. "Where is that?" "Weidman Michigan. Very small town." i say softly.  "Well i'm Mr. Salvatore. Welcome to Denver East High, Miles." he smiles some and looks back down at his name list and i slap the rubber band one more time, bouncing my leg.  He looks at me occasionally during his lecture on The Great Depression. It's making me feel very weird. I've never felt this way towards anyone, and I dated Jackson for two years before we got caught; i loved him but I've never felt this. This feeling is very different for me.  It's like i want to fly up and claim him as mine. It's scary almost.  The bell scares me into my place and everyone gets up so i gather what books i have into my bag.  "Alright everyone, your essay is due tomorrow, make sure you get it down. Miles! Stay after class i need to talk to you."  Oh f**k, f**k, f**k.  The hot teacher wants to talk to me.  Maybe it might go like those videos, we talk, he kisses me, we have some fun, and I go home relaxed and we pretend like it didn't happen.  Why does that thought depress me? "Yes, Mr. Salvatore?" i ask once i get to his desk and he grabs papers.  "Here in a few weeks we are doing a essay about our family history, starting from what we can remember. First person, like for example when i was five my mom took me to a zoo and I pointed at the fish or something, like that. It's however long you want to make it, starting from say five up until now if you want, or ten up until now, I don't care." I nod, grabbing the paper.  "But, I need you to prepare a brief summary of what you said in the story for an oral report. You'll read what you summarized to the class so, just have to prepare for that." Yeah, I'm not doing that.  No way I let them know what my stupid parents have done to me.  "Welcome." He whispers and pats my shoulder, something running through me. I nod and walk out, breathing in jagged breaths.  What the hell was that?