Joe and Andrew Part 1

As I sat on the edge of my window, I looked out into the street outside. It was a peaceful night. Dark, the stars were out and the moon was bright and shining. As a group of idiots from my A level class walked pass, obviously drunk on the street. They called out "OIII GAYBOY!" But Joe the guy at the back and probably the best looking and toned out of them all stood there not saying anything nor drunk. "How pathetic are they?!" I thought to myself as I gave them the finger and slammed the window shut then drew the curtains.

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Then next day I came into to school wearing my new jeans and sunglasses. I didn't car what anyone thought of me here. My first period was art and i groaned at the thought half of the dicks from last night were in my class. I slowly walked towards the class dreading seeing any of them! As I walked through the door the teacher greeted me, I looked around. The class was practically empty apart from me, Joe and some nerdy kids that kept totally to themselves. "Great" I thought to myself. I walked past Joe to my desk and if could feel his eyes following me all the way, as I walked past him I felt him pinch my ass. I jumped! "Are you alright Andrew? You seem a little jumpy this morning. Oh and you and Joe are going to have to be partners in the new project as no one else is here!"
"SHIT!" I thought. I went and sat next to Joe dreading so much what this new project may bring. It was good and bad, it meant I got to work with the best looking guy in the school for a few months and he was alright to me but as soon as he was with his friends he totally ignored me, guess he don't have a choice now.

Art finished, I packed up my stuff and like a total dweeb I dropped everything out of my bag. I bent down to pick everything up saying "Fuck sake" under my breath. Joe came in and helped me pick up my books. "Sorry about the guys last night" he said "They can be right asshole sometimes, I really don't like the way they treat you, I know how it feels."
I could feel rage building up inside of me, "How the fuck would you know what it feels like? You are mates with all of them?! They aint gonna be giving you a hard time everyday of you're life in this shithole!!" I snatched my books out of his hands, shoved them in my bag and stormed out of the class. I couldn't be assed with the rest of the day and jumped in my car and drove home and sulked in my room.

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I must of fallen asleep. I rolled over and saw that the time was 4.13pm. I heard someone tapping at the door, I don't know how long that had been there. I ran down the stairs and checked myself in the mirror. "Shit!" I looked like i had been dragged through a hedge backwards, I tried to quickly sort my straightened hair back into place not wanting to look like shit for whoever was standing at the door. Smiling as I opened the door, it soon faded as I saw it was Joe. "Can I come in?"
"Depends if you're still gonna be playing victim." I replied. He just chuckled lightly and came through the door. "Nice place" He sounded surprised. "I came to give you this work for art, just a few sheets about our project and I've already started some research as we're now gonna be working together." He winked at me "Miss and me actually was also wondering why you disappeared?"
"Why would you care if I disappeared? I know you're only here because of this stupid project."
"Actually I need to talk to you"
As Joe pulled the most uncomfortable and nervous face I got a worried feeling.

"What's up and why do you need to talk to me about it?"
As I got weirdly suspicious he replied "Because I actually like you and I'm confused because ..."
"OKAY?! I'm gonna stop you right there, I think I know where this is going and I'm sorry but I don't wanna know. Thanks for the art stuff. I think you should go." I looked down to the floor, feeling bad but I didn't want to listen to this right now. I lead him towards the door and apologized. As he left I shut the door and leant against it sliding down to the floor. I put my head in my hands and didn't move for what seemed like forever.

Later on around 8pm I opened the papers and research Joe had given me. A small scrap of paper fell to the floor. I picked it up and saw the note: Andrew, I know you don't really like me or wanna be my partner in this project but we have to and I REALLY need to speak to you, it's really important Text or call me. His number was listed below. I screwed the paper up and considered throwing it away. After a few minutes I shoved it in my pocket hoping to forget about it but I couldn't and I don't know why, I didn't even like the guy ... that much. I got the piece of paper out of my pocket and unscrewed it and tapped the number into my phone. After a few rings he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, err it's Andrew."
"Oh I was wondering how long it would take you to find my note."
"Okay."
"I..."
"You what?" I tried to sound as soft as possible.
"I really need to talk to you, I need to get this off my chest."
"Okay, where do you wanna chat?"
I felt like an idiot for actually considering going but I was to deep now. Shit.
"Could I come over your, but only if no one is in."
"No ones in, see you in a few minutes."
As I hung on the phone, my stomach dropped and I suddenly became nervous. What that fuck? I don't know why I was feeling like this. A sat on the stairs, in a daze but the loud knock at the door pulled me out of it. I gulped as I slowly rose up and answered the door.
"Hi, come in."
"Thanks, I know you don' really like me but I appreciate this."
"S'alright, follow me."
I lead him up the stairs to my room, hoping there wasn't anything on the floor that shouldn't be there if you get what I mean. I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs. He nervously perched himself on the edge of my bed like I was infected with the plague of something.
"What's wrong you seem really tense?"
"Well I don't really know how to say this, I'm scared."
"There is no time to be scared, just tell me what the fuck is up! Don't bullshit me!!"
"Don't worry, sorry for wasting you're time."
But I was up before he was and blocked the door. I pushed him back to the bed.
"You aint wasting my time and I aint angry, just tell me what is up with you? I don't want this art project to get fucked because you can't trust me or some shit." I smiled.
"Okay ... well you know I don't take the piss out of you, I never have and never will."
"What has that got to with anything?" I questioned as I sat back down on the bed ad reached out to stroke his arm. He pulled back and stood up making me feel like a twat.
"I ... I think I'm bi-sexual."
"Okay, well I obviously don't have a problem with it, do any of the other guys know?
"No thats why I wanted to tell you, You're the only one who will accept me."
We chatted for another 50 minutes, mainly me trying to comfort him and hugging him telling to calm down. He ended up crying, I had never seen a guy cry before, especially such a fucking gorgeous one!! He stood up again and mumbled
"I think I should leave."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, hopefully."
"Well text me if you need anything, yeah?"
"Okay" He smiled faintly. He suddenly pushed his body up against mine and took me into his arms and hugged me tight and whispered
"Thank you so much for being the only who is really supporting me at the moment."
"S'alright, I would like to hope you would do the same thing for me one day."
I felt him nodding, as he drew back he slipped his hand into mine and squeezed it gently and said "Thanks for the chat." He suddenly pulled himself together and walked out of the door, and let himself out of the front. I heard his car start up and I waved from the window of my room. But I didn't think he saw me.

The next day flew by as I only had double art with Joe, he was quiet and didn't say much but he kept on touching my thigh and rubbing up and down softly. I didn't push him away, I don't know why. After the bell went and we was all packed and cleaned up we both left to go home.
"Andrew, wait up!!" Joe called after me.
I turned around and replied, "Yes?"
"Can I come back to your place again? Sorry if I'm being a pain in the ass."
"Sure, whatever. But I guess you'll wanna come in 10 minutes or something. You wouldn't wanna have the guys see you with me or some shit like that." I walked off without listening to his reply, I was probably right anyways. I felt his hand grab my wrist and he sounded pissed.
"You know I aint like that!! I think I follow but you better not drive slow bitch."
I was surprise by his tone and to be honest a little turned on.

After the drive back to mine we went up to my room ... again. After I shut the door I threw my bag on the floor, but Joe already had done and rushed up to me and pushed my up against the wall and placed my hands over my head. He leant his face towards mine, I felt his cool, fresh breath across my jaw. His breath was strong and he sounded angry or amazingly horny. He gently kissed my lips and then pulled back. He cam in again but this time a lot stronger and started to open my lips and push his tongue into my mouth massaging my tongue with his. Damn!! This dude was an amazing kisser. We must of made out for 15 minutes until he picked me up and placed me down on the bed as I continued to suck on his neck leaving a hickey. He started to take my shirt of but I pushed him back.

"What?"
"I don't wanna you to use me then just go back to ignoring me around school, sure you talk to me in art now just because we have to work on this project but I aint ever gonna be a desperate little bitch who will be treated like that."
I got up and opened the door. "I want you to leave now." He picked up his stuff and left. I felt like an idiot but my phone went off. Joe texted me saying: Sorry if I pushed you into anything but I really like you and do genuinely care about you. You must know deep down I could never treat an amazing guy like you like that!

I was shocked and just replied: Speak tomorrow, gonna work on project xx

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This story is totally fictional and part two will be coming soon (: