Heavy Breathers

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

huff.......huff......hufff

Imagine your in a peaceful library

Book in hand your mind is in its quaint little world

A large man with gray sweatpants appears

He plops down in a chair across from you and pulls out a magizine

Your blissful paradise dissapates

You attept to ignore his prominant presence

(failing)

Turning the page you pause and hear..

HAH HUFFF HAH HAH HAH HUFAH

Damn you!

How is it possible for some people to make silent things blatant?

So you try to tune it out

Impossible!

Flip page

HUFF HUFF HUFF

The irratation builds

cough! cough.....hah hah HUFF HUFF HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUF

You can't be serious

hah?

Fatness seems to be mocking you now

He starts to move about great bounds of movement

Now what is he doing?

From his pocket he pulls out a mint

He crinkles the cellophane

This slight noise sets you off the deep end

But you contain you anger

After a millenium passes he rips the half melted mint from the wrapper and plops it in his mouth

You here the wet noise of the mint sloshing in his mouth in a sort of rythmic pattern

"I HAVE HAD IT!!!"

You slap the magazine out of mr.sweatpants sweaty palms, and storm out of the library.

HEY YOU!

YEAH YOU!!!

PLEASE COMMENT!!

YEAH YOU IN THE GREEN SHIRT!!! COMMENT!

AND PUT DOWN THAT CAT! IT DOESN'T KNOW YOU THAT WELL!!

Chapter 4

Yup this story pretty much sucks!! But pleaaase comment!! I need help on my so called "writing style". So...if you are still reading this (If you are thats amazing) please comment. That will be all.

After the semi-lengthy bus ride, I headed to the pavillion. The pavillion was the equivilent of a gossip square. Awkwardly I stood near the Dasani vending machine, craining my neck to spot Davie and Seb. I glanced at the crowd of bustling teenagers,consumed in the usual gossip of who-did-what last weekend, and irrelavent comments. I spotted Seb in his usual bummed out attire. He wore a raggedy pair of blue jeans and his "Proud to be vegan" tee shirt. He slowly stalked over to the corner were I was standing.

"Hey Seb! I didn't see you at all yesterday."

"That's because I wasn't there."

"Can I ask why?"

"Dad" He spoke softly face contorting with a mixture of sorrow and hatred. I left the conversation alone, aware of Seb Dad, and the horrible things that happend.

"Oh here comes Davie!" Seb spoke his face morphing into a more happy expression.

"What's up guys!" Davie said her face beaming with her radiant grin.

"Nothing really" we both mumbled.

"Alex, are you excited for Taylor's class?" She cooed with a all knowing look. I immediatley blushed, feeling the usual butterflys in my stomach.

"Why would you be- Ahh I see" Seb chuckled.

"Stop it's not like that!" I shouted, yet still unable to keep the smile off my face.

BriiiiiiiiiiingThe morning bell proclaimed around us. We all said bye, and I headed to my first block class. I pulled my wrinkled schedule out of the side pocket of my bag. I had Stockbridge first period, She taught chemistry. I looked for room B4.

After a couple minutes I slid into her bare-walled classroom, and took the last seat available. A giant woman in a orange, floral print blouse (that did nothing to compliment her complection) stalked to the front of the classroom. Some people softly snickerd glancing around nervously. She began talking about the chemistry lesson plans, her voice constant and monotonious. I tuned her out for the duration of the class not bothering to complete the pages she passed us. My mind wandered to last nights dream. He is just to amazing. No teacher should be so sexy. The bell for second intrupped my thoughts and I gathered my things and left for World History.

Contrast to Stockbridge ,Mrs.Demetz was a much more livley women. She would speak about history as if it were some grand quest. Sometimes she took dramatic pauses to add suspense. A lot of students love her, but quite frankly I found her quite irritating. My theory is that no matter how hard you try you can't make history exciting. Now don't get me wrong i'm not bitter because I find history difficult or that i'm failing. Actually history is one of my better classes. I just don't think it's that great. Though she was grinding my gears I still struggled to pay attention whishing that the lunch bell would just ring already. As if conduring some kind of "time god" the bell rang.

I sat across from Seb and Dave. They engaging in an intense agrument about which band was better, it was between IWRESTLEDABEARONCE and Blood on the dance floor. I stared at my cold salisbury "steak" and mashed potatoes with no gravy,plunging my plastic spork in the potatoes and lifting up a bit. I stared at them while struggling to swallow the potatoes. People around the cafeteria started to leave to return to their periods.

"Hey guys, we gotta go!" I spoke. They both got up to leave. We said our goodbyes and I left for class.

I got my bag as soon as the bell rang for Third. I headed for Art a hot, nervous feeling erupting inside me. I nervously shuffled into the classroom purposefully averting my gaze from Taylor.

IM VERY BORED. i AM IN NEED OF COMMENTS SO PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE IM BEGGING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!! I HAVE FALLEN AND I CANT GET UP!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Sketchbook Chapter 3

A sudden realization struck me. Hard. I was obsessed with Taylor.. and.. there's nothing I can do to stop it.
After stripping my sheets, I walked to the shower. I slid out of my boxers and stepped underneath the comforting heat of the jets. My mind yet again gravitated towards Taylor. Visions of last nights dream flickered passed like a black and white motion picture. My dick was loving it. I glanced down at my erection, gently flicking it with my thumb and forefinger. Be normal! Your not supposed to do that for a teacher! Don't just pop up when you decide. You disgust me! Wow..really? What am I doing scoulding my dick. Pathetic. It's not your fault. Sorry buddy. I glanced back down waiting for a response, but of course there was none. After washing my hair I slid back the curtain,swiftly greeted by the cool of the air conditioning. I wiped the condenstation off of the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I gazed at my features carefully, noting my mothers deep set brown eyes, and my damp red hair sticking awkwardly on my forehead. I grabbed the nearest towel and dried myself off. Oh Alex...what are you going to do with yourself.
After haphazardly slipping on a pair of my old,too-tight jeans, I glanced in my closet to find a decent tee shirt. Ah here we are! I pulled my favorite BVB baseball tee and pulled it over my damp hair. Picking up my raggedy cloth bag, I ran downstairs into the kitchen.
"It's about time you came down Allie!" My mom said in her ususal carefree way. She stood in the middle of the kitchen wearing her favorite pair of brown,cordoroy overalls stained with large splats of acrylic. Her scarlet locks were placed messily in a sloppy bun and she was sipping on a oversized coffee mug.
"Oh hey mom" I replied,slightly adgitated at my nickname.
"Hey yourself!" she chuckled. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Time to leave?" I retorted
"Percisley! Hey Allie I have another program to go to so i'm not going to be back untill midnight."
"Alright mom" I mumbled, grabbing a small mandiran orange off the counter. I rougly pecked my mom on the forehead and left the house.

Sketch Book Chapter 2

After a hour and a half of sweating and failed basketball shots, I decided to take a quick shower before the final bell. I walked into the room and spotted my usual shower head, as most highschool shower rooms there are no individual stalls. I got my bar of soap and towel out of my locker,quickly stripped,and threw my skinnies and tee in a pile infront my locker. I stepped underneath the shower head chilled by the freezing cold water. While lathering my thoughts wandered. I can't possibly belive that Taylor likes reVolt unsensored. He's so cool..I wonder where he got his tattoo? Or if he has anymore. I just couldn't understand why such a sexy dude would even consider working as a teacher..with a face like that he could be a model. I reminised about the feeling of his hand on the nape of my neck, and our fingers touching. The only guys that looked that attractive where in screamo bands, but Taylors features definately beat Oliver Sykes. The sound of footsteps brought me back to reality. Damnnit! It was Daniel Mc Arthur, aka the typical jock douche bag. Dan always had the habbit of saying "bro" in every sentence like he was a cast member of the Jersey Shore, he probably also held the record for worlds lowest I.Q. He swaggard over to the shower head across from mine. I ignored his presence hoping he would do the same.

"Hey bro!" He drawled in his thick jersey accent.

"Hi..."

"Damn bro! Looks like little Gingers thinking about his girl friend. He cooed.

"I don't have a girlfriend and what the phuck are you going on about?" I hissed. Suddenly I became acutely aware of my anatomy. Heat flushed to my face and I quickly rinsed, dried and dressed myself, tuning out the obnoxious laughter coming from Dan and left for the bus port. I doged throught the herd of people looking for my bus. All of a sudden two small hands covered my eyes. The familair scent of vanilla hand lotion made me grin.

"Guess who?" the girls voice proclaimed.

"Dave!" I grinned. She dropped her hands and gave me a broad grin her familar left dimple revealing itself. I looked down ar my best friend of four years, her soft caramel skin, perfect smile, and bold black curly mane ,completely condradicts her blunt, sarcastic personality. Davie was the only one at school who was aware of my sexual preference. When I told her that I was gay, she glared at me and retorted. "I knew that before you did dumbass!" despite her semi rude blatentness she always listens to my problems and is fun to hang out with.

"Why weren't you here third period? I asked

"I woke up late."

" Five hours late?" I chuckled

"Hey you know that I'm a heavy sleeper!" She laughed lightly punching my shoulder

"Alex!"

"Wha?.."

"I heard there's a new sexy Art teacher that replaced Brackman, your a good judge. Tell me is he your type?" I felt heat creeping to my face.

"Ahh I see.." she grinned. Get some Alex!"

"Shut up...it's nothing like that" I said,yet I couldn't keep from smiling. Bus #18 quickly rolled past the port.

"Oh shit!" I yelled, I live five miles away and Mom is all the way over in Bakersfield! I have no time to miss the bus. I sprinted as fast as I could smirking at Davie yelling "YOU CAN CATCH IT BABY!" like a proud mother at some sort of basketball event. I finally approached the bus and it halted with a high pitched screetch. I hopped on and sat in my usual seat in the front huffing from the quick run in the brisk fall. Mumurs and giggles shrowded the bus and I knew they were directed towards me. I popped in my headphones and set my iPod on shuffle, gazing at cars zooming past. My thoughts yet again governed on Taylor. Never in my life would I get all flusterd because of a guy. The only guy i've only dated was Jason Marshall, my ex best friend. After five years of having a crush for him, I finally confessed in seventh grade. We dated for awhile, but soon after he had a change of heart. He still liked girls, and who could blame him? After a period of time we distanced ourselves for the better. But Taylor was more than just a crush.. What is his first name? Could he possibly be gay? I hope so..Well he can't be, he was only trying to lift my spirits as an artist.

The bus jerked to a halt. Quickly I stepped off heading for the direction of my quaint yellow house with blue trimming. Truthfully I thought it looked likea wizard zapped a childs doll-house and BAM!!, but my mother immediatley feel in love with it, declaring that it had "character". I opened the door and stepped inside. The homey scent of clay and detergent envolped me. I spotted yellow stationary neatly folded in half and picked it up, it read my moms familiar cursive

Hey Alex,

I have an art show so i'm not coming home until 12:45 take out yesterdays food and warm it in the microwave.

PS: Feed Ralts

Love you!

Mom

My Mom is a potter so she showcases her works three to four times a month. I walked around her drying pieces to get to the fridge. Yesterdays cassorole sounds less than apitizing. So I headed to find Ralts my cat. I named her after my favorite pokemon. Davie thinks it's a stupid name for a cat, but I cant see her being named anything else.

"Oh there you are!" I picked up the ball of orange fluff from underneath my table looking at my reflection in her green glassy orbs. I feed her, take a shower and brushmy teeth by then it was 8:30. I hopped on my bed and stared at my poster clad walls looking at my favorite music idols. Ralts hopped on my bed and gently rubbed my shoulder and purred. I stroked his head. I feel exhausted. Shortly I dozed to sleep.

What?..I'm in Art, but this time it's different, it's only me and Taylor. He's wearing a paint stained smock over his clothes..He turns slowly to me.

"Alex?"

"Yes.. I whisper, oddly freaked out be the situation. I look closely at Taylor. He's not wearing his school formal wear, instead he was clothed in black skinny jeans and dark v neck tee revealing his whole tattoo. His tall figure took catlike advances toward me. My heart beat corralated with his steps. He was facing me, less then six inches away.

"uhm..mr-" He bent down and took his long cool fingers and entertwined them in my scarlet locks, his eyes staring intensly at mine. I took deep puffs of air, burning with anticipation and nervousness.

"S-sir? wha-" He gently pushed his cool thin finger on my lips. Nimbly he replaced his finger with soft ,sliky lips. Slowly he kissed me as if testing the waters. Dumbfounded I tried to push away ,but I couldnt resist the feeling of sheer lust. His kisses became more fervent and passionate, his soft tounge gingerly pryed my mouth open a moan escaped my lips and reverberated off the walls of the semi vacant classroom. He then pushed me against the cold slate of the chalkboard. My knees buckled and I slid down the chalk board. Electric waves of passion rippled throughout my body. Never had I felt such pleasure before. He gently pulled alway drawing my lip from his mouth. I gasped for breath,unsuccesfully trying to float back down from the high of passion. He crouched down lower infront of me a seductive smile growning on his face.

"What're are you-" Suddenly I felt the tightness of my jeans. I was aroused. I gradually grew hot all over trembling from pleasure and anticipation. I was sitting down knee to knee. Taylor gently pried my legs open. My jeans were still on,but that didn't stop him from venturing lower and lower. He began nippping at the tent in my jeans, my moans grew louder, I felt like I was going to explode. Taylor kissed my inner thigh the sensation burning through the denim. It's feels too good! I can't take it anymore, as if reading my mind he stopped and glanced up at me. As if fueled be renewed passion he yanked up my shirt exposing my bare chest. He roughly drew in my nipple sucking it lightly , then rapidly flicked it with his tounge causing my pants to grow tighter.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP! I jolted out of my bed and pressed off on my alarm clock radio,and stood up haphazardly trying to straighten the sheets, I noticed a gooey white substance on my flannel. Immediatley I looked down at my briefs, and saw the stain.

"What the phuck...I just had a wet dream about Taylor!" Now I am completely in far too deep.

I have the habbit of spelling the "f" word with a "ph" so it's phuck. I'm fully aware how to spell it. :) please comment if you can :)