DISCLAIMER: All persons, events, and places are fictional. Any similarities and/or recurrences of persons, events, and/or places is surely coincidental. All participants in the story are at or above the age of 18.
Ever wonder who your "true love" may be? I know I did. Well, I remember explicitly the day I learned. It wasn't the situation I had dreamed of, or even the person I thought it would be.
It was a Friday, and it was last period. We were all sitting in AP Physics, anticipating the weekend. There was no school the following Monday, and so we were excited for a three-day weekend. I slowly looked around the room as the last person turned in their test. I observed the chatty girls on the side of me taking random pictures that would surely be on the internet the next day. I looked to some other friends who were talking about various things. Then I saw Andrew. Truth be told, I've been secretly admiring him/crushing on him since Sophomore year, and it's not exactly easy to tell if a guy likes you back when you're also a guy. However, I've not spent my time staring at him and wishing I was with him, instead I dated girls. Being bi has its advantages!
Andrew and his girlfriend of three years had just broken up that morning, and he was definitely out of it. They got into a fight over something unknown to me. I felt terrible because now he would need a prom date within a month or else he'd be lonely for prom. To make matters worse, he was having a party tonight. How can you have a party when you just broke up with your girlfriend? Well, he did. I put my head on my desk and looked at him for a few more seconds. He had his head in his hands. He was like that in every class today. I just wanted to walk up to him and tell him it would be okay–but I knew I couldn't, and it really wasn't okay.
The bell rang, signifying the end of class and the day. We all got out of our chairs and headed to our lockers. Andrew and I ended up being the last two out of the room.
"Hey Andrew! See you at your party tonight!" I said to him.
"Y–yeah. I'll see you then." He mumbled. "Look–I've gotta go. Sorry..." He stumbled out of the room. I watched him cover his face with his hands as he ran to the bathroom.
"He's really out of it." I said to myself as I went to my locker. I got the books I needed before shutting it to discover something odd on my locker I had not seen before. It was taped between two locker signs I had received for the musical we did the week before telling me to break a leg and the like. I tucked it into my jacket pocket as I headed to my car. After starting the car and plugging my iPod in, I slowly opened the note. There, in the lines, was a love note, clearly addressed to me. But the writer failed to put their name.
"Curious." I said to myself. I texted a few friends asking if they had seen anyone slightly suspicious near my locker and all of them replied with a negative. After telling myself I'd see to it later, I drove home thinking of the party tonight.
After I got home, I placed my bag and things on my bed and hopped in the shower. My thoughts drifted to Andrew, much like the times I had thought of him in my dreams–naked, with a full 9" hard on, and ready for me to do with him as I pleased. I stroked my dick to its full 8" self and began thinking of everything I would do to him. I felt the sensation of orgasm slowly coursing through my body. I came on my chest and stomach after about ten minutes of jacking off. Afterwards, I finished cleaning up, shaved, and then put on some fresh clothes. I resolved to myself that I would tell him–tonight. No matter what it took, he would know how I really felt for him. Whether it would lead to what I desired, I couldn't say. I didn't care, as long as he knew.
I hopped in my car at exactly Seven. After heading on the highway, I once thought of him again, but this time it was romantic. We would just hold each other and kiss, not even nude. It made me drift slowly away into fantasy, until I almost slammed into an 18-wheeler in front of me. I quickly changed lanes and avoided the accident, but I missed my exit.
"Fuck!" I said to myself as I got off the next exit and headed towards his house. I parked in a nearby parking lot and walked to his house. I adjusted my shirt slightly and rang the doorbell. I waited for a maximum of two seconds when the door opened. It was Andrew.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked him. He seemed slightly happier.
"Sky!" He laughed. I was happy to see him laugh. Truth be told, in that two years of jacking off to him, I found myself slowly drifting from lust to love. Seeing Andrew laugh was a good touch on my heart. "Come on in! Everyone's already here."
"I missed my exit on the highway. Some fucking idiot wouldn't let me pass him." I lied.
"Well, you must be thirsty." He said as he handed me a can of beer. I took it and he closed the door. I followed him to a group of our mutual friends who were all drinking and laughing. I noticed his now ex-girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. I shrugged it off and sat down next to one of my friends, who was also an ex of mine. We were discussing the AP English test today, and how horribly ridiculous it was.
"I totally failed," one of my friends began, "I didn't even read Macbeth."
"I didn't either!" Andrew replied. "I just guessed." We all laughed.
The night continued on as usual. We all sat and joked about random things in class, other times we've been drunk, and analyzed other parties. I watched slowly as Andrew got quieter and quieter. After about an hour, he simply disappeared. I looked around the room for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I walked downstairs to his basement and found a few friends playing Guitar Hero, some others playing air hockey and pool, and a couple making out, obviously drunk and obviously oblivious. I went back upstairs and headed to the second floor. I saw some people watching a movie but that was it. I passed by Andrew's bedroom and found him face down on the bed. I slowly walked to him and sat on the bed next to him.
"What's wrong?" I asked. He turned to see who suddenly accompanied him and found me. His face was red and stained from tears. I put my hand on his shoulder as he cried into his pillow for another few minutes. I had never seen someone this upset over a break-up before. After he was finished, he sat up next to me.
"I'm sorry. I thought I could get over today by drowning it in alcohol and fun, but I can't." He said to me. "I thought I loved her, Chris. I really thought I did. But then we broke up."
"Why did you break up anyway?" I asked.
"It was something stupid." He began, "I was hugging one of my friends and she thought I was cheating on her. Then I saw her hold hands with someone."
"So you both thought you were cheating on the other." I said.
"Right." Andrew replied. "This morning, I confronted her on it, and she did tell me that she was, in fact, cheating on me."
"At least she told you..." I said, then realized that was wrong. "But that still doesn't make it right."
"Have you ever been cheated on?" He asked me.
"My first ever relationship. But I was 11 and it lasted two days." I said. "But I still felt like shit afterwards."
We sat there for what seemed like the longest time. We just talked and listened to each other. I felt him slowly open up again, and I felt more comfortable around him.
"Hey Andrew...do you know if anyone was around my locker this morning?" I asked suddenly. "Someone left a note." His face tensed up the slightest.
"No, I don't. I mean, I passed it a few times today on my way to class, but that's it." He said.
"Okay...someone left me a note and I really need to know who it was." I replied. I took out the note and showed it to him.
"Interesting..." He said. "I don't know who wrote this."
