MORNINGS

Like most high schoolers, John despised Mondays. The beginning of another hard week. His parents would look at his school work all the time and tell him, "Schools not that hard". No, his education wasn't the challenge. In fact, he was a straight 'A' student. The challenge was that of the actual school environment. John was sure that if he just did his school from the comforts off his home, he'd have no issue. For it was the student body that brought upon his difficulties.

He was picked on for his good grades and when he messed up, he was picked on for his bad grades. John figured, it doesn't matter what you do, people will always find a way to make you look bad if it makes them look better. The one thing John was picked on more than anything was his height, however. He was a junior with a height of 5'2". He knew that this Monday sport scouts would be hanging around the school, looking for young protégées. So he felt ten times shorter than usual.

Just as he turned off his alarm and settled back into bed, Harry walked in and sat on him.This was his older sisters "kind, gentle" way of waking him up. By squishing him with her obese arse. He writhed and squirmed to escape, till finally she fell on his bed, lying next to him. "Up, up, up, Bubby!" she pushed him off his bed, unto the floor. Splendid way to start the morning!

The Substitute Teacher

You could say Gregg had a teacher fetish. Ever since preschool he couldn't help crushing on one or all of his teachers. This year was Mr. Garcia, his English teacher. He had hoped, this being his final year of high school, he'd be over all the crushing. But here he was, fifth week in, and crushing on yet another teacher who would never return the attractions. Although he wanted to resist it all, Gregg found it best to let himself gush and melt or he'll only become more obsessed.

He walked into English third period. Mr. Garcia wasn't there yet. That's odd, usually he's in early, that's the only reason Gregg rushes to get to this class. He stood for a while in the empty room before someone walked in behind him. The man sat at the teacher's desk. Gregg wonder what that could be about.

"Where's... Mr. Garcia?"

"On his honeymoon. I'm the substitute." The man replied without looking up from the papers in his hands. He wasn't much to look at but Gregg couldn't manage to take his eyes off him. He wore a navy blue suit that lightly complimented his redish-brown short hair. He carried an umbrella with him even though it hadn't rained in weeks. And if Gregg had to guess, he was a sophomore in college with some important major.

"Are you going to stand there gaping, you average being?" He asked, still not looking up.

"Er, no." Gregg moved forward and placed an apple on the teacher's desk. "This was supposed to be for Mr. Garcia. Seeing he isn't here, it's all yours." He the retreated to his assigned desk.

"Cliché..." The man muttered, never-the-less he grabbed it and bit into it as the rest of the class filed in.

The man stood at exactly the right moment to grasp everyone's attention. "Hello students, I'm Mr. Holmes."

The After Math, Or... English

The English lesson had been so deep and intense Gregg never thought he'd be able to walk again. However, he managed. As he was the last to leave the room, the sub stopped him. "Mr. Lastarde, a word?" Great. It was the man's first day and Gregg had already done something to upset him. He reluctantly took a seat. "Relax, you've done nothing wrong... that I am aware of. I was merely impressed with some of your responses today."

This shocked Gregg. He was a solid 'C-'student. The 'give it your all when your all is nothing' type. He didn't expect he'd have any potential. No one did. "Can you... elaborate?" He asked, wanting to know what he said that was intelligent enough to catch the teacher's attention.

"Oh, I dare not say! It would be ungentlemanly of me to elaborate on such things." He spoke as if it were scandalous. The man obviously lived in a parallel universe where intelligence was sexy. "I only wanted to thank you for your respect. This is rare to find as well as your effort and thought on the subjects we discussed."

Gregg had a weird feeling this was going somewhere else. He gave Mr. Holmes a look that said 'cut to the chase'.

"Right." He cleared his throat. "Do you know my brother? Sherlock Holmes? He is an awkward, low-life, trouble seeking, inferior... I worry about him." A hint of softness was shown in the man's face.

"So you want me to spy on him? Gather info? Keep him out of trouble?"

"Try all of the above."

"Hm. And what do I get out of it?"

"How bout perfect 'A's in this class for the rest of the year?" It was an offer only an idiot would refuse.

"We'll try it out this week and... I'll see." A moment of silence then Mr. Holmes extended his hand to Gregg. They shook.

Combat Boots

John sat alone at lunch. He didn't have to. He knew he had people who liked him well enough to let him sit with them. He just wanted to seclude himself. As if he weren't good enough to fit in amongst the lot of them.

Five minutes into lunch this bloke plopped down on the floor beside him. John looked up in surprise. The boy smelled like trouble. His short black hair was spiked with gel. His lower lip and ears were pierced and he wore black skinny jeans, his red boxers showing, and a black Beetles tank top, showing his fairly muscular arms.

"I'm not the type that wants to be alone." John said to clarify that he wasn't like the boy but he didn't really know what he meant by it.

"Pft, I know you aren't and that's why I sat down! Some could say you're... unordinary." He offered an ornery smile.

"Thank you... I guess."

"How would you like to hang out after school?"

John didn't have to check to know he had nothing planned but something seemed off about this invitation.

"Alright. Sure." He decided. The boy nodded and got up to leave. "Wait, what's your name?"

"I'm James. Meet me by the tree outside after school."

To Be Wanted

After school John went to meet James by the tree. He had only a faint idea of why he agreed to go out with him. It was because no one else had asked. This might be his only chance to have someone in his life.

There he was, leaning against the tree like he owned the place. John wished he could apear that way to others.

"Hey."

"Hello. Um, where do you plan on taking me?"

The boy left a pause in the conversation as he smiled maliciously. "You'll see."

"Alright. Are we walking or-" Before John could finish, James pointed to a Harley. "Or ride a death machine. That works too."

"Relaaaaax Jawn. Learn to trust me."

"You? A complete stranger, you?... ok."

They got on the bike. James ran his hand along John's thigh, gripping it before placing his hands on the handles. "Hold on." He revved the bike then drove off.

John's tight grip tightened the second they took off. He'd never ridden a motorcycle before and it was a little frightening. Once he got the feel for it though, he really enjoyed it. The adrenalin, the wind, knowing his parents would kill him if they found out, even the feeling of spooning another boy.

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like it so far. Let me know what you think! The next chapter will be up by 5/11/17. Long wait, but long, juicy chapters. Please comment and give suggestions.