Drama By Name

As he limped up to his, Zack and Rian's hideout, Alex may have looked calm and happy on the outside, but inside he was screaming.
He had just kissed his teacher. His hot teacher who lied to his mom about being a teacher. The gorgeous man who played guitar flawlessly. And even better,he had kissed back.
But this was wrong. So, so wrong. Illegal even! But it felt so right, Jay's soft lips pressed against his, feeling his chest rising and falling softly, the gentle grip on his wrist. Even now he could feel the ghost of Mr Barakat's hand on his arm.

Alex walked, daydreaming all the way to the hideout, walked straight in and sat down next to Zack without a word.

"Heya Alex, where have you been?" Rian said, stubbing out his cigarette against the tree.

"Oh... Nowhere." Alex's face was plastered with the mightiest of all smiles, causing Rian and Zack to glance sideways at each other, then look at Alex like he'd just claimed to be the Queen of England.

"C'mon, Alex, we're not stupid," sighed Zack, folding his arms, "what did you do?"

"Nothing! Honestly!" Alex couldn't help but giggle a little bit at the memory fresh in his mind.

"Alex, the last time you smiled like that was when you booby-trapped the equipment shed. What have you done?"

"Geez, guys! Can't I just be happy?" Alex sighed, throwing his arms in the air like a stroppy kid.

"Okay, okay, sorry..." said Rian defensively, pulling out his pack of smokes and offering one to Alex, who gladly took one.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Alex asked around the cigarette clamped between his lips. He didn't care, he just wanted background noise for his daydreaming.

-

Last lesson on a Thursday was PhysEd with Mr Jackson. Thankfully, Alex had a note excusing him from physical activity, so for the duration of the lesson, he sat on the sidelines, watching Rian bob about as the class played basketball.
There was only one other person sat out from the game, a chubby kid with blonde hair and glasses. As Alex was bored, he decided to move over the few meters between them and try to be friendly.

"Hey, I'm Alex." He smiled, settling next to the blonde boy. He looked sideways at Alex and smiled nervously.

"Er... Hi, I'm Patrick." He kept his eyes fixed on his hands that he was wringing in his lap. He was obviously really shy.

"Nice to meet you, Patrick." Alex tried to be friendly without being intimidating, something that's not easy to achieve when you're nearly six foot tall. "I haven't seen you around before, are you new?"

"Er, yeah, I transferred here this year." Patrick was still staring intently at his hands, but atleast he was talking.

"Well, welcome to the school, I guess!" Alex said cheerily.

This finally got Patrick to look away from his hands for more than a second. "Thanks! You're like, the first person to speak to me properly."

"Two weeks in to the year and no one's talked to you?" Alex nudged Patrick's arm gently. "Aw, don't worry, I'm an alright guy, you can hang with me if you want!"

"Alright. Thanks, Alex." Patrick had straightened up a little and was no longer hunched over, staring down.

Unfortunately, if he had still been hunched over, he wouldn't have been hit in the face with a basketball travelling at full speed.
The sound of the ball colliding with Patrick's face echoed around the sports hall, but didn't, however, mask the crack of his nose.

Alex's first instinct was to go "Shit!" and crouch over the boy who was lying on his back, blood pouring from his face. Before Patrick could reply though, another boy had crouched down next to him.

"Holy shit! I am so, so sorry! This is all my fault! Oh God, here, let me take you to the nurse..." the boy started to lift Patrick up off the floor by slipping an arm around him and helping him up by the shoulders.

Alex sat back and watched as the tall tanned boy hauled Patrick up with ease. He was the complete opposite of the bleeding blonde boy.
He was tall, lean but muscular, and deeply tanned with dark features. His black hair was cut short with a fringe, and his wide, full mouth was stretched into a line of concern for the smaller boy.

"Oi!" Mr Jackson shouted across the court, "Get back here, Wentz!"

The tall tanned boy sighed and shouted back at the teacher, "He's hurt, Sir. I'm taking him to the nurse."

"He can get there on his own! Get back here and play on!"

"Sir, I wasn't asking, I'm telling you I'm taking him to the nurse."

Wow this boy had some balls, Alex thought. He must have been pretty high up the social ladder to get away with talking to Mr Jackson like that.

The boy, Wentz, turned to Patrick and gently said, "C'mon, let's get you sorted." And, although he had no trouble walking, he walked out of the hall with his arm still around the blood covered and shaken Patrick.
Alex couldn't help but watch them walk away and be reminded of the way Mr Barakat had helped him to his car, touching him as much as he could, just needing contact. He smiled at the memory and what could be in store for Patrick and 'Wentz'.

Alex's attention was called away from the two boys, however, by a sudden shout from Mr Jackson. "Jeez louise, not again! Spencer, sort out Brendon out please!" as the whole class turned to look at a small, skinny boy who was struggling with his over-long laces in the middle of the court.

-

As soon as Alex got through the front door,he went upstaires and lay down on his bed. His mind hadn't stopped whirring all afternoon. He was so stupid! Why had he kissed Mr Barakat? Alex rolled over and shoved his face into the pillow. He had just gotten into a situation which would not end well for anyone. Mr Barakat was a teacher, and Alex wasn't even eighteen yet. This was illegal on so many levels, it was so wrong.
But, when Alex's mind travelled back to the kiss, the moment their lips touched, everything had seemed right with the world. Nothing else had mattered in those few seconds, nothing else had existed. It was just Alex and Mr Barakat.
No, not Mr Barakat. That wasn't Mr Barakat, the clumsy stand-in teacher who lost all brain function when he was with Alex in the halls, who had kissed him. Jay had kissed him. Jay, the beautiful, musical man who'd lost all his friends but found a second chance in Alex.
The more Alex thought about it, the more perfect Jay seemed. They liked the same music, he played guitar like an angel, he could sing (not perfectly, but he knew what he was doing), he could perform, and he was beautiful. Wait, was that the right word? Alex pondered the word for a minute, thinking of Jay's pale skin, thick black hair with the blonde patch on top, his smooth cheekbones and his huge angelic eyes. Alex thought about the way Jay's ling eyelashes fluttered when he was nervous or embarressed, like all the times he'd caught himself staring at Alex. He thought about the way he always seemed to speak out of one side of his mouth, like he was holding something between his lips. The way his voice when he sung had a slight crack in it, giving it a distinct sound, a flavour, a spice that Alex loved. The way that when he was happy, his eyes lit up, and changed from usual chocolate to a caramel colour. He thought about the way Jay's hips swung from side to side, a little wiggle, whenever he was in a good mood. He thought about how good his legs looked in those tight jeans he always wore, the smooth curve of his hips...
Yes. Beautiful. Jay was beautiful. But then Alex thought about what they'd talked about today, and how broken he was. His friends left him. He was depressed. His only friend was his brother. Alex was an only child, but he can't imagine only having one friend who's almost obliged to be nice to you're related. Alex was sure Jay's brother was a good guy, but it must get dull after a while.

He rolled over again and stared at the ceiling. Everything would be wonderful if it weren't that Jay couldn't be Jay all the time, and that he had to be Mr Barakat. And as long as he had to be Mr Barakat, Alex couldn't be with him. Did Jay even want to be with Alex? He had kissed him back. He had actually stopped Alex from walking away and pulled him back to kiss him. Jay had kissed him, but Mr Barakat had sent him away. Alex thought of the way Jay had smiled at him from behind the desk and called him Lexy.
God, only his mom called him Lexy, a pet name since he was little. None of his friends called him that, but coming from Jay it sounded right, the same way that 'Jay' felt better than 'Mr Barakat'. The kiss, the names, this had to mean something, right?
Alex sighed and hugged himself, still staring at the ceiling. If only Mr Barakat wasn't a teacher, things would be so much easier...

Notes

I had to cut this chapter in half, sorry! But I'll post the second half tomorrow :)