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Gay Book 'The Locker'
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The morning hadn’t been all that great but somehow it didn’t really matter. He seemed to
feel like all that went on was just, well just an interlude really until he
could be at his locker to meet Dakota. He knew in his mind that he was
building this up into something that would never happen and as he sat there,
he spotted Dakota coming into the common area, a tray in his hand. For a
brief second he thought that maybe if he stood up and waved that Dakota
might actually come to sit with him, a dream that would last a long time but
it never happened. He never stood up and as he sat there, feeling like a
total coward he saw a girl walk up to the object of his desire.
She really wasn’t bad looking, short though but she had really amazing long hair, and then
to his hearts dismay he saw Dakota laugh and tussle her hair and then he
placed his arm over her shoulder and together they walked off to another end
of the courtyard. His whole spirit seemed crushed as he stared in their
direction, watching them sit side by side, their faces constantly turned
towards each other, she laughing at something, tossing her head back and his
own hand reached around to brush his shorter hair off his ears. Damn, why
did SHE have to show up he thought as he chewed on his sandwich, not even
tasting it really as his thoughts were all focused on Dakota and the new
girl.
Funny, he knew in his mind that there never would be anything
more between him and Dakota other than being locker buddies, yet in his
heart he could feel a growing dislike for that pert little girl with the
long dark flowing hair that sat with him. He couldn’t explain it if forced
to, but he was already thinking of her as some tramp from Brock that had her
hooks into his man, his Dakota. He shook his head as he reached for his milk
carton, taking a long swig of the white liquid, wondering if Dakota liked
milk and not the cold kind either. Christ, he was becoming an absolute idiot
he thought as he wrenched his head away from Dakota and the girl. She had to
be putting out, that had to be it and he grew angry at that thought, of
Dakota and her writhing together in some bed, his lean tanned body towering
over her small frame. It all flashed before him and the anger sparkled in
his eyes as he turned to stare at them, to see his arm once more around her
shoulders.
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