Chapter 8: Awkwardness At Its Finest

First Period, Mr. Hizen's Class, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan...

All eyes appeared to be on both Rick Channon and Casey Peterson as they both entered the classroom one after the other much to the surprise of their resident English teacher Mr. Richard Hizen. He was an average-looking man given warm-colored sweaters and long sleeve button-down shirts with khaki pants and shiny dress shoes. He had something of a mustache that he seemed to take pride in managing and neat dark brown hair that matched his equally dark brown eyes. He was slightly on the pale side and gave Casey the impression of being closer in appearance to Bert from Sesame Street, as he turned his attention to them and the latest novel he'd chosen to be part of the syllabus for the new semester.

Casey made his way toward the final desk after watching the angry older boy sit down in the one farthest from the front and near the window. The class watched him every step of the way causing him to be even more embarrassed as he felt his face grow hot and knew all too well that he turned red by this point. He wondered how long it would go on before the Angry older boy suddenly leaned forward against the desk and glared at them all.

"See something you like?" he growled in nearly palpable annoyance, as his nostrils flared and his eyes flickered with malice. "Could've sworn there was a class lecture going on."

Without a word, everyone faced the whiteboard upfront and didn't make a sound. Casey was relieved they had all stopped staring at him but was too afraid of even bringing himself to look at the Angry older boy as much as the rest of the class had been. After sitting in his seat, Casey noted the focused intent of the older boy as he stared at the whiteboard as well.

Mr. Hizen continued his lecture, despite Casey not paying much attention to it due to being more or less distracted by the angry older boy and his apparent conflicting feelings for him. He wasn't attracted to boys before, let alone older ones' that happened to have an attitude problem. Still trying as he might focus on the lesson, He was still couldn't get the series of odd encounters with the angry older boy out of his head.

"Mr. Peterson...is there a problem with you working with Mr. Channon?" asked the voice of Mr. Hizen who had been standing in front of Casey's desk while he was recalling the events of his day. "Huh...uh no...no problem."

Mr. Hizen sighed and once more turned his attention back to the class.

"Alright, Mr. Peterson and Mr. Channon will be study partners as everyone else who had bothered to arrive on time had already gotten to select their respective friends." he finished as he walked rather briefly back to the whiteboard.

Casey looked back at the angry boy who had the last name, Channon. The older boy narrowed his eyes at him and he turned his attention back to the whiteboard before writing a few notes on the pad before him. Casey went back to taking notes as well unsure of what to make of the day so far.

He and Channon had already gotten off to a bad start, but it seemed it was only going to get worse as the days passed. Casey turned his attention back to his notes and attempted to put the boy behind him out of his mind, at least for the time being so as not to draw any more undue attention to himself or the fact that being so close to the brooding teen known as Channon had something of an effect on him.

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First Period, Mr. Hizen's Class, Ridgemont High School, Felton Dr., Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Rick glared at the whiteboard hoping to stave off the effects of his arousal as he found himself looking over at the new boy whose last name was Peterson. He had not much liked the idea of his cock swelling at the sight of another boy, but his keen nose had told him that there was more to Peterson than met the eye. Mr. Hizen had placed them together as a means of assisting them with absorbing the material for their class and lesson plan better. He also wanted to teach them a lesson about the importance of coming to class on time when he forced them to work together while letting the other students choose their partners ahead of time.

The older teen boy was brooding in the back as the scent of the new boy continued to assault his senses and he turned his attention to doing his work and taking notes. He detested being attracted to the new boy getting a sense that he'd been losing himself with every waking thought becoming consumed by the boy known as Peterson and their close encounter at the front of the school. When he'd been overly attracted to a girl on campus he usually charmed her till she put out but it was a much more difficult thing when the object of his lustful advances was another boy, especially a new one that seemed to be more of a whelp than anything by the looks of him.

The images of the few moments of them being nearby seemed to bombard his mind as he tried his best to ignore them willing himself to focus on the whiteboard despite giving the impression that he was glaring at it with rage. He jotted down a few notes and tried his best to ignore the rapid swelling in his jeans.

{"Fuck....why did I have to come here today?"} said Rick in his thoughts. {"Keep it calm....keep it calm...the last thing we want to get wood while in Hizen's class of all places."}

He could feel the intense beating of his own heart as his blood began to boil in his very veins and the scent of arousal caught his attention once more. He recalled how Peterson sounded when he moaned beneath him. The sound of it perked his ears and he had the distinctive notion to want to hear it again. He looked over at Peterson who seemed to be squirming in the confines of his seat as they continued taking notes. Rick stole occasional glances at the smaller teenage boy every so often. He concluded that staying away from him unless they had classes or school work together was the best course of action as he wasn't sure what he'd do if they ever ended up alone together.

As Rick forced himself to focus on his classwork, he noted how good the new boy smelled before jotting down the remainder of his notes.