Checkmate

“I’m so glad that you’re here,” Alex says as he lets me into his place.
“You seem really excited to see me,” I chuckle.
“Well, um, of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” Did he get a bit nervous? No, I’m probably just imagining it.
“You did see me yesterday.”
“Yeah, I guess that I, um, did.”
I follow him over to the chessboard. Apparently he wants to play chess first. We change it every so often. If it’s a day where one of us really wants to play guitar, we sometimes don’t play chess at all. It’s just that sometimes we play until I have to go home. That’s why we switch it every so often. It seems that this is going to be one of those playing days. I sit down, and so does he.
“You don’t mind that we’re playing chess first, right?”
“Oh course not. We’ve done that before.”
“Yeah, I guess we have.”
“Are you alright? You seem off today.”
“I’m fine, completely fine. I just have some stuff on my mind. It’s nothing.”
“Oh. Ok.”
“Let’s get this game started.”
We start a game, and I actually last a lot longer than I normally do. Alex tries to tell me that it’s because I’m getting better, but I know it’s because his mind is somewhere else. There is no way that I could beat him if it was all here. Sometimes I wonder why he likes playing with me. I’ll never be as good as him. Hell, I’ll never be a worthy opponent. He’s way too far ahead of me. It would take me years to even be close to him, and he would still win. Well, if it will keep him happy, I’m fine with it.
“Are we going to play another game, or do you want to start playing some songs?”
“Songs please.”
“Alright.”
Alex quickly goes over and grabs his guitar. I sit down next to him on the couch, and he hands me the other one. I start playing a couple of chords. It’s just to get them in my mind for the project, but as soon as that’s done, I start playing a Green Day song. Alex notices what I’m playing and starts to play as well. Our duet goes by nicely, and I can’t think of anything that can top it. Of course, Alex does.
“Do you mind if I just play something that I wrote?”
“You play them all the time, so yes, you can.”
“Thanks.”
His song starts off rather sad. A lot of his songs are like that. I still can’t think of anything that bad ever happening to the handsome man sitting next to me, but it has. The song slowly starts to feel... happier? Yeah, it’s slowly getting happier. It also sounds a bit shy too. Then it becomes joyful. I still get that hint of shyness, but the joy is covering it up.
I can almost see the music notes as they make their way into the air. It’s incredible how good of a guitar player that Alex is. He’s a master, and I can’t even imagine how much he’s played in order to get this good. It almost seems unnatural, but there are kids that can play instruments better than people that have been playing for years. Either Alex has played a lot, or he’s one of those people. It’s unbelievable, and it isn’t just a couple of songs. I’ve heard him play tons of songs since we started hanging out on Saturdays, and every single one blows my mind.
Surprisingly, I hear Alex hit a wrong note. He’s playing so fast and such a hard song, that I don’t mind at all. Then he hits another one and another one. He seems to be getting frustrated very quickly. He slows down, but he keeps missing them. I’ve never seen him do this before. He never misses a note let alone do this.
All of a sudden, Alex stands up and puts the guitar down. He’s gentle enough with it so it won’t get hurt, but it’s just on the very edge. I watch as he goes into the hallway. I hear a door open and then close. He probably went into the room that I’m not suppose to go into, but that’s not the reason why I’m just sitting here.
I have never seen Alex act like that before. Yes, I’ve seen him get mad before, but I have never seen him get that mad. I’ve never seen him just walk away from anything either. I want to go and ask him about it, but I can’t move. I’m a bit afraid that I’ll upset him further, and I don’t even know what I’d do when I get to him.
What do you do in this kind of situation? I’ve never been in this before, so I have absolutely no idea what to do. I mean, do I go and hug him? Do I try talking to him? Do I just leave him alone? What do I do? I’d love for someone to give me an answer because I have no fucking idea.
I hear the door open again and close. His steps are heavy, but they don’t seem as much as what they were. I watch as he emerges from the hallway. He comes over to me, and I notice that he has something behind his back. I have no idea what it is, but Alex doesn’t let me think about it long. He takes it out from behind him.
It’s a single red rose.
I don’t know what to say. His free hand goes up to his hair as he starts to pace in front of me. Alex pulls at his brown hair a little bit and glances over at me a couple of times. I just sit there and watch as he does this. I still am at a loss of words.
“Fuck it!” he exclaims before he comes over to me. “I’ve been thinking this over and over again, and I can’t take it anymore.” He hands the rose to me.
“What?” I try to say, but it doesn’t all come out because Alex give me a quick kiss. I can’t even describe what it was like because it was so quick, and he also starts to talk again before I can really register it.
“I like you, Jack. I didn’t plan on it at first, and I know that I’m your teacher, but I like you. My feelings for you won’t go away, and I didn’t know what to do. I thought that they would go away, but they didn’t. I didn’t invite you over here because I liked you, but it ended up turning into that. I find myself watching you in class, and the wait for Saturday almost feels unbearable.” He stops for a second as if he’s giving me a second to talk, but it is a lot to take in. By the time that I take it in, he’s talking yet again. “Who am I kidding? You probably think I’m some kind of pedo.”
I grab his wrist with my free hand and pull him down to me. I kiss him. He’s surprised at first and doesn’t kiss back, but after a second. He does, and he probably closed his eyes. I don’t know because mine were closed as soon as my lips touched his. The kiss is everything that I hoped it would be. His lips are a bit smoother than I thought, but they are a little bit rough. I feel one of his hands touch my face, and I let go of his wrist only to go to his hair. The angle must be awful for him, but that doesn’t stop him at all. Our lips start to move in sync, and I feel like this can go on forever. It’s my first real kiss, and I’m so happy that I waited until this moment. Of course, all great things must come to an end. I need air, and he probably does too, so I pull away and look him in the eyes.
“I don’t care,” I tell him.
“You don’t? I was worried that you would be because I’m your teacher. I mean, I don’t care. I have been worried that you would fre-” I cut him off with another small kiss.
“No, I don’t care. You can be my pedo bear.”
Alex gives me a peck on the nose. “As long as you don’t call me that in public.”

Notes

I'm sorry that I haven't been updating. It's annoying that I kept forgetting that I actually had these chapters written...
Well, I decided that I'd just put them all up at once. Plus...
Jalex!
Jalex is now happening. Kawaii desu!
Well, I'm going to go and write some.
Hope you like how this is going!


Although, you don't know where this will be going since I'm keeping it all a secret. Muhahahaha.