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It is now the beginning of the Junior Year back at Mission High School and Jacob can't wait to start it off on the good foot. But when he learns that he has a new English Teacher by the name of George Calloway, he soon starts to realize that he is having secret feelings for him. Will having a forbidden crush set him on the wrong path? Or will it unlock many securities? M x B

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The English Teacher.

by JerseyGirl94

This is my very first time trying out a Gay Story, so I do hope you all will like it as much as I like writing it as well.

It has been gnawing in my head just to do it since from a month ago, but due to school, I haven't been able to want to get it done; but with some free time on my hands, now will great!

So please sit back, relax, and enjoy the Fic, and remember, Comments are L.O.V.E. Thank you so much for understanding :)

Chapter 1.

Location: San Francisco, California.

Time: 7:00 A.M.

Year: September 6, 1995.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

Went the alarm clock as it was blaring throughout my room while I, on the other hand, was trying to find the snooze button (with my eyes still shut that is).

Finally, after many tries,

my index finger found the long button turning the God awful noise off as I lazily went back under my covers to continue my disturbed slumber to hop back aboard on the dreamland express; but

like all interruptions that needed to be damned to Hell,

my bedroom door soon flew open in one swift motion as the pitter-patter sound of little feet jumped on my bed giving me yet another wake-up call.

"Jacob, come on get up! get up! first day of school, first day of school!" I groaned as I turned on my stomach.

Couldn't he be a little quieter? or better yet, get out of my room to be exact?

he was only 5 years old yet like most kids his age,

had a lot of energy; maybe it could be eating a lot of sugary breakfast cereals to be precise not that I've had my share in them when I was younger myself,

but my little brother was a different story.

Seeing that my mild ignorance was not going to deter him,

I then raised myself up stretching as much as I could while getting a crick in my back in the process as well as yawning the biggest yawn I could muster.

"Harry, can you tell me why you are in my room giving me the jumping bean method as a wake-up call so early in the morning? besides, shouldn't you still be sleeping?

" Shaking his head that was filled with a mop of ebony black hair, still having a huge grin on his little slight chubby face,

knowing that look that I had given to my parents when I was his age whenever something big was going to be coming up sooner than they thought it would be.

"Did you forget? today is the first day of school, and you promised me that you would even take me to the bus stop to start riding the school bus remember?

" The memory soon came into my head as I was soon fully awake realizing about what I had told him from late last night; since Harry was going to be starting Kindergarten this year,

that meant that he was now old enough to start riding in the big yellow bus and for that, he felt like a very big boy at the same time.

I gave him my biggest proudest smile knowing that he was growing up and he wouldn't need to be driving with Uncle Steven anymore.

That alone made my eyes turn slightly misty. My baby brother was growing up.

"You're right, I did. Well, come on little man, let's get cleaned up, and get you ready; besides, you don't ever want to make a bad impression on your first day.

" Shaking his head side to side, he soon got up before I even had the chance and raced out into the hallway while I shook my head smiling at how excited he had gotten.

Little brothers, can't live with them, but you can't live without them especially the energetic, but sweet, kind, caring tyke that my parents had blessed me with since I was 11 years old.

My mind started to drift just thinking about them as I was brushing my teeth in my adjoined bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror seeing how long my hair had gotten passed my shoulders.

It had been such a long time since I had last cut it memorizing how my mom's hair was like; dad would always cut it once a month that way I would be able to manage it better, but as I got older,

I didn't mind having it down.

Mom said that I had gotten it from her side of the family as well as my slight feminine shape due to me not really into sports like how dad was,

but that didn't stop me from loving basketball and tennis (which were the only two that I was good at anyway).

I wish they were still here watching Harry leave to go to his first day, seeing him off as he would ride the bus with other kids his age all by himself,

and even listen to the many stories he would tell them the minute he would get back. Sighing a deep sad sigh, I soon got out to pick out my clothes.

"It's alright, you won't have to think about them much longer anyway, today is your first day back so you will have enough time to focus on your Junior year instead.

That's what they would want if they were still here. Plus, only 2 more years left and it will be goodbye High School; make the best of it.

" With a determined look along with a nod of my head, I soon left my room to help Harry.

Sweet humming could be heard in the kitchen along with wonderful and delicious smells that were coming from the hot stove as my Aunt Hilda was making our favorite breakfast that consisted

of blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs which had been a tradition within our family for our first day back which had gone all the way to the time my Dad and Uncle Roger had

been kids themselves and loved eating the tasty buttermilk flapjacks that would be hot out of the pan.

Due to what happened to our parents, my Uncle and Aunt had been such lovely people to invite us into their home to take care of us.

For as long as I've known them, I knew that whatever situation I was in, they would be the ones to look out for me and Harry that at times,

they could pass as secondary parents but they knew when to back off to play the Uncle and Aunt card once again that it was kinda hard for me to take it all in at once but they were doing

their 100% best to provide for us that I was forever grateful.

"Okay, I'm ready!" Harry shouted revealing himself to be in a blue and white plaid shirt with a pair of denim jeans and blue sneakers.

Aunt Hilda only squealed in delight taking in how adorable he looked smiling his big toothy grin.

"Look at you, so handsome and ready to show the world that you are now a big boy." Harry felt proud as he soon puffed out his chest with his hands that were balled up into fists on his hips.

Uncle Roger looked up from his newspaper as he could only grin and shake his head knowing full well just how much Hilda was just gushing over him like the day he was just born; he

was afraid that she would never put him down to the point it made mom nearly jealous of her but knew she was going to be an Aunt again.

Breakfast was now ready as we all sat around the large table talking and eating all at one time which went from one ear to another about me starting Junior Year knowing that my friends

were going to be right alongside with me during the remainder of our years in High School then would come college; I really didn't want to think on that level for right now for this would be

a new year of new teachers, new students, not to mention long lines for the bathrooms too.

Get ready for Chapter 2, Let me know what you think. Chapter 2. Once bidding Harry goodbye to let him know to have a great first day, I soon found myself walking along the sidewalk with thoughts running through my head which allowed me to have a moment to myself to think about what would be set for the future that laid ahead. Due to my love of the English subject as well as any other form, my dream was and still is to one day become a Novelist writing any type of book that I could think of whether it was either fiction or non-fiction to say so the least. Since at a young age going back to Elementary school, my favorite subject had always been literature to the point I was even on the Honor Roll for having the most exquisite essays, short stories, and book reports written in my very own words; there was never a B or C out of place from my perfect A+ Average. Seeing the school coming up to full view, I soon picked up the pace a bit seeing other teens from different directions coming from their form of transportation necessary while some only walked either alone or with a group of their friends and peers. "Jacob!" I turned around once I heard the shout of my name and quickly grew a smile seeing none other than my good friend Melanie Wetterling running towards me as well as giving me a big hug in the process. Being great companions since the 1st grade, Mel had always been my confidant in anything I would do or try to do to the best of my ability. She had the type of aura around her that no one could ever break her down; not even the meanest bullies who would try to threaten her because they knew once she would fire back with one of her sassy one-liners, they knew that their ass was going to get many comebacks that they couldn't think of anything to say at the right given time and would just walk away instead mumbling and grumbling under their breaths. Growing up with a single mother, and being the middle child of an older brother and younger sister, she would help out as much as she could knowing that with her mom working late hours at the Bakery, she needed to step up to the plate and pull her weight around the house since Dante was in college, and Didi was in Kindergarten. She never complained though despite her dad who had left them when she was just only 10 at the time; however, she didn't talk about him much; only having angry thoughts about him leaving her mom to take control of the load. "So, anything new happened during Summer Vacation?" She asked as we walked through the hallways seeing balloons and streamers that decorated the high corners of the walls above our lockers as a homage of welcoming everyone back to Mission High. I only shrugged my shoulders while getting my locker combination to open it getting out the necessary supplies I needed to start. "Eh, nothing really, Uncle Roger had taken all of us camping in the woods in Seattle where he rented a cabin for us to stay in for a couple of weeks not to mention, he took me and Harry fishing too; you should've seen how he was so excited when he caught his very first one." Mel smiled, she had taken a good liking towards my little brother when he had just been born that she would always come over to our house to help out with either chores or errands to make the workload easy on us. In many ways, she became an instant part of the family to the point it was like she practically lived with us; she would have dinner, have sleepovers, and would come with us on our family vacations as well; she was basically like a sister towards me. Pretty soon, the rest of the students were gathered around the large bulletin board to see what classes they were going to be in or any other type of after school activities there were. After much pushing not to mention excusing ourselves where we would get our feet stepped on, Mel and I finally made it upfront to see which class we were going to be in first to start the year off on the good foot. Grinning from ear to ear, we saw that we both had English together which was just what I was hoping and wishing for where we could sit in our same spot next to each-other like last year! "MAKE WAY SHRIMPS! COMING THROUGH!" The next thing we knew, we were all roughly pushed aside as I soon began to glare daggers at the familiar back that has made my life a living Hell since starting here: Bradley Holloway was the Captain of the Football Team as well as a major pain in my ass since becoming a Freshman on my First day. He had no problem of making people feel like shit about themselves just to make himself look good; with his Dad being the Principle here and his Mom being the President of the PTA, he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted and could get away with it and you would be damned if you even spoke a word about him or else he would go to anyone of his parents. "Well, if it isn't the little fag fairy. How many cocks have you sucked over the summer anyway?" I clenched my teeth as he along with the rest started to laugh; hey, it's not my fault that I'm gay, but damn it, he didn't have to rub it in just because I secretly like to look at cute guys whom I know wouldn't like me back since they're straight while me on the other hand bat for the other team. "Shut up Brad, I thought you have grown past the stage of name-calling right about now, or could it be that you're so high strung about your football scholarship, that you forget about your English skills hmmm?" I smirked causing him to grit his teeth. "Why you little twink-" The bell rang just in time as some of the kids soon filed into the classroom. Luckily, Brad had Science and wouldn't be bothering me for the rest of the day. (Thank God). "I can't believe you had the balls to tell him off!" Mel snickered as we both high fived sitting in our seats next to each other. "Hey, when you have been bullied by him since Freshman Year, not to mention getting your head dunked in the toilets, you just learn how to push the right buttons." I winked causing both of us to laugh. "Hey, do any of you know who's going to be the new English Teacher for this year?" One girl with light blonde hair asked another student with a mop of brown hair shrugged. "Probably going to be another senior, besides, we got Mr. Hines last year and Miss Wittenberg the year before that. The one thing in common that they did have was that it was so boring here." Many agreed; despite our past instructors being old, they were pretty stale when it came onto teaching us anything that had to do with the subject at hand. I just hoped and prayed that we wouldn't get another one like them this year. Soon, the door slowly opened as everyone including myself turned around to witness the newcomer. It had felt like time had stood still as he revealed himself: he looked to be between 6'0 to 6'3 tall standing like a Greek God who had come home after a long journey. Strawberry blonde hair was neatly combed and tied in a ponytail which made me believe that he too had long hair like mine as well as sparkling green eyes that twinkled like emeralds found within a lost cavern as he grew a sweet smile in return. He looked so handsome. Getting the piece of chalk, he soon wrote his name on the blackboard along with finally opening his mouth. "Good Morning Class, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is George Calloway and I will be your new English Teacher starting for this year and I do hope that I will work alongside with every one of you to the best of my ability and become great at what I do best as well as to get to know you all." Wow... even his accent was enough to send slight volts down my spine that made my toes tingle slightly. I think this is going to be a great year after all.

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