Clarity High : Part 1

Clarity

It was a crisp, warm day in june, a week before summer-break was about to start. The excitement of summer was in the air, and I couldn't help but feel over-joyed. No more school, no more homework, no stress.

To make things even better, me and my family are going on a two-month-long cruise around the world.

--------Two Months Later-------

I lay cozily on my bed trying to get some sleep for the first day of grade 12, tossing and turning, flipping my pillow back and forth, even counting sheep in my head, but still I feel wide awake. As much as I enjoyed this summer and dislike school, I'm actually excited to head back, reunite with my friends again, and maybe even try to get good grades this year. I mean, it's my last year after all.

Wondering how long I've been in bed sleepless, I look at the clock resting on the bedside table. 3:46am. Ugh, how am I supposed to wake up for school at 7am? If I manage to even fall a sleep at all that is.

I'm going to look like shit tomorrow. Not that I care about how I look really, but you know, who doesn't want to look good for the first day of school?

I bet I know who's going to look good. Evan McLoughlin. When doesn't he look good? At 6'2, with a physique most male models would die for, he's with-out a doubt, the hottest 11th grader in our school. Well, 12th grader now. Besides his bright green eyes, framed by perfect thick eyebrows, he's got the most perfect ass you can imagine. The way his ass moves in his perfectly-fitting jeans, Its hard not to sneak a peek. Man, how badly I would love to have a feel of that...

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*. I don't know when I fell a sleep, but now I slowly regain consciousness as the beeping sound penetrates through my dream. At first I think it's my clock, so I push the Snooze button to make it shut up, but the beeping doesn't stop...

Oh. I jump out of bed in only my boxers, panic fully awaking me--and shrinking my ... you know--and run down the stairs to the kitchen.

Standing there amidst a thin cloud of smoke,opening the kitchen windows is my mom. "Oh sweety, did the alarm wake you up?" She asks, coughing from the smoke. "I was making breakfast and totally forgot about it while reading the morning newspaper."

My mom is always the first to be up. And she insists on making breakfast since she has "so much free time in the morning," but she couldn't cook a decent meal if her life depended on it.

"Anyways," she continues, "you have school in an hour, wake up your sister."

Annoyed, I walk up the stairs lazily, exhausted from the lack of sleep. I head into the room across from mine and turn its light off and on repeatedly, letting my sister know its time for school.

"Fuck off. I'm up, I'm up." she mumbles, her eyes trying to adjust to the light I just turned on.

I walk towards the washroom, smiling to myself, because making her mad gives me satisfaction for some reason. I know, its lame, but ever since we were born(we're twins), we've been at each others throats.

After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I put on some clothes. I grab one of my new t-shirts; put on a clean tighty-withy; and one of my summer shorts, since the weather is still nice out.

Then I head downstairs to the kitchen again and look through the fridge.

"I made some scrambled eggs," mom says, pointing to plates of eggs that look like its been taken out of the dumpster, her eyes still on the thick newspaper.

Man, is she oblivious to how shitty her cooking is? Why does she still bother to even cook? Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I say "I'm actually not that hungry." I go on "I uh, ate a lot for dinner."

I just quickly drink a glass of orange juice, get my backpack and sandals on. Then leave for school.

* * *

When I arrive at the school, there's already a lot of students there. In groups sitting on the summer-kissed grass, some standing, talking and laughing noisily, some calling each others names and waving at one another, some parking their cars or chaining their bikes up.

I spot my friend Sidney, the late-summer breeze making her long golden hair flow.

"Sid!" I call out excitedly, already walking towards her. She turns around, flashing her radiant smile at me and waving. Even at a distance, you notice how beautiful she is. She's got that slim figure most girls dream of having, her height just making her body all the more hotter. Up close she's even more beautiful: sharp cheekbones that carry her golden-hazel eyes, perfect nose and full Angelina-Jolie lips. She's honestly breathtakingly-beautiful.

As we are embracing and talking about how our summers went, Dan walks towards us, wearing his made-in-japan revolver backpack. Dan's one of my closest friends. He is obsessed with Japanese stuff; Manga, Anime, all that tokyo stuff. You could easily tell by ooking at him: with his hair dyed purple-violet, making his light-blue doughy eyes more dramatic, and ... beautiful. To complete the look, he is dressed in all black, pretty much looking like an anime character come to life.

"Looking fierce as always Max," says Sid, giving him a hug. He smiles in return, then gives me one of those handshake-hugs.

Just as max was about to start talking, a loud car engine sounds, and out of it comes my sister and her obnoxious boyfriend. Wearing a short-skirt, and a shirt that's more a bra than a shirt really, she struts into the school hand-in-hand with her monkey, I mean boyfriend Chad.

"I can't believe you're related to that," says Sidney.

"I know," I sigh.

The bell rings and I remember to go to my homeroom where I will be assigned a locker and given my timetable for the year. "Alright, cya later guys," I say to Max and Sid.

"I hope we're in some of the same classes," says Sid.

Max and I agree enthusiastically.

I head into the closest entrance since our school is huge and has like more than ten of them.

Walking the big halls bustling with students, I look at some of the changed and matured faces of last years grade 11s, some have changed a lot in the past 2 and a half months, others seem to only have got different haircuts and most of the boys have facial hair or aftershaves.

Just as I was wondering how Evan McLoughlin looks, he bumped into me. At first I was annoyed, thinking it was some random person, but then I quickly knew who it was when he said "sorry," my heart began to race, and I looked up, then I was taken aback by his gorgeous eyes and kissable plump lips, despite having thought of them countless times.

"Uhm, it's okay." He says giving me back a lop-sided smile and begins to walk again.

I look back as he walks and watch that perfect body move. He looks so tall and fit. His ass so ... round and plump, yet so manly. I would play with it for hours; feel it, squeeze it, kiss it... I remember that I'm in school with hundreds of students all around me so I try to hide my semi-boner while walking to my homeroom.

The halls have gotten almost empty now, so I rush to my homeroom. I grab my timetable and my locker digits then head to my first period class.

To my dismay, Sid and Max weren't in there, but I saw a few familiar faces as I scanned the room for an empty spot. Josh, a good friend of mine that I've known since grade 1 waved a spot beside him to me. He was sitting with his girlfriend Lyn, though, so I pretended not to see. I don't want to be a third wheel... And then some asian guy sat beside him 5 second after I pretended not to look. Good.

By now i've wasted 1 minute standing there like an idiot looking for a good spot. Most of the seats are taken by now. So I just decide to go to the last spot in the back row because In the front row, the teachers always know what you're up to, so its impossible to text. But then again, students who sit in the front row always catch more information. But what ever.

After everyone is seated, our teacher introduces himself. "My name is Mr.Dick," he says, and that arouses a few giggles. He ignores it and goes on "I'm your biology teach- *Knock, Knock...* he stops mid-sentence and looks to the door.

Standing there is a black guy I haven't seen before, and damn does he look good. His chocolate-brown skin looking so smooth and sexy, his perfect manly jawline making him look a male model. He looks about 6'1 and looks fit in his clothes, his t-shirt hugging him tightly, showcasing his impressive pecks. He looks like a freaking super model. I swear I almost went from 6 to 12 o'clock. Good thing the table is covering my lap.

While licking his full lips (Which made me even harder), he hands a small green paper to the teacher and as he is taking a seat in the front row, I check out his ass.

They say blacks have the best booty, and damn is it true! I swear I saw his perky ass cheeks bounce a little as he turned around to sit.

I start to think about how he looks with all his clothes off, how that perfect ass must look and feel. The things I would do to him; how I would worship that ass of his, how amazing it would be to feel those kissable full lips on me, how good I would lick his chocolaty body from head to toe. Now I'm wishing I sat at the empty seat beside him in the front row. Even the back of his head is handsome. Wow.

I feel a finger tap my left shoulder, and I raise my eyebrows to the girl who poked me like, "yeah?" She nods to the front of the class and whispers teacher, and I realize the teacher is looking at me. "What?" The class laughs. I feel my face get hot so I'm probably blushing now.

"I asked you, 'what is biology?'" He says, like I'm hard of hearing, slowly mouthing the words.

"Study of living things," I reply a bit rudely. "Good," he says and goes back to his lecture. And I instantly zone out and resume fantasizing about that black sex-god.

* * *

I look at the clock. 12:10pm. 5 minutes till lunch time. I look towards the board that says "GRADE 12 HISTORY" and yawn. The teacher is as boring as the subject she's teaching. But on the bright side, I have Max and Sidney to make this class bearable.

While Max jots notes down--god knows what he's writing, I mean the teacher is just lecturing about what is expected of us and what we we're going to learn this semester--and Sidney secretly texts, I overhear Amber, a red-haired cheerleader sitting a row in front of us say "Have you guys seen that new guy?" I bet she's talking about the black sex-god.

"The black guy?" asks one of her friends.

"Yeah. How yummy is he... my god." She says dramatically while fanning herself. Her friends begin to giggle while nodding.

"He's going to be mine," she says confidently, tossing some of her red hair backwards. Her friends laugh with her encouragingly. I cant help but roll my eyes.

Okay, why am I rolling my eyes anyways? She has what it takes to bag a guy as handsome as he is, and its unlikely he's interested in guys anyways. Slowly, all the fantasizing I've done in the last 3 hours about him, become less realistic and more of a fantasy.

* * *

While still sulking over the thought of having no chance with the black stud, the lunch bell rings.

"Finally," says Sid, while getting off her chair.

"I know, I'm so hungry. I didn't even eat breakfast," I chime in.

"I never have breakfast," says Max, while putting his notebook in his backpack.

"No, I just couldn't take a second longer hearing her boring, monotone voice." Replies Sid

Together, me Max and Sid walk to the school cafeteria.

"Oh guys, remember my new neighbour I told you about over the phone." Asks sid, nimbly.

"Yeah?" Max replies while I nod.

"He goes here now." She says fervently. "I told him I would show him around and introduce you guys to him. He's really nice."

"Oh, Cool." says Max, smiling.

"I told him to meet us at the caf entrance." says Sid.

After arriving there, I see the black guy standing by the cafeteria, one hand in his pocket, just standing there looking like a Hollister model.

Just as I was thinking if thats who Sid wants us to meet, she says "There he is," while waving at him.

Oh man...

Sidney gives him a hug, and I wish that was me pressed against his body. Max and I just nod to him, saying hi, and he nods back with an adorable smile.

"Hey Sebastion. These are my good friends, Max and Blake," she says to him, while pointing to us when saying our names.

Sebastion? For some reason, that made him sexier to me.

"Hey," he says, smiling at us.

"Hi," Max and I reply in unison.

"So you're Sid's new neighbour," says Max.

"Yup," replies Sebastion.

"Nice to meet you," says max.

"Mhm" I say.

"Nice to meet you guys too," says Sebastion.

We walk into the cafeteria room.

After filling our lunch trays with food, we take a seat at one of the many long tables. We sit there eating our food for a few minutes in silence. The silence becomes more awkward witch each passing second.

"So where did you move from?" I ask Sebastion, wanting to break the awkward tension.

"New York," he replies, pouring greek salad sauce to his salad.

"Oh so you're from America. Do you like Canada so far?" Asks max, coming into the conversation.

"It's nice." Says Sebastion, almost absentmindedly.

"You don't sound like you like it." Points out Sidney, like she's onto something.

"Oh. No. It's just I miss New York." Says Sebastion, forking an olive in his greek salad.

"Yeah I bet," Says Max animatedly. "The City that never sleeps."

The awkward tension slowly fades away as the conversation goes on.

"The city is nice, but I mostly miss the people. I made some good friends back there." Says Sebastion, seeming as if trying not to sound too sad.

"Aww," says Sid, putting a hand on his left hand that's lying on the table. She's sweet like that.

"Yeah it must be a bit weird coming into a new school for grade 12." Says Max.

As max was saying that, my foot hit something, and I looked down to see. It was Sebastion's shoe. "Sorry," I mutter, while pulling back my foot from his.

"It's okay" he says with a smile.

I hinted something in the way he said it and the smile that accompanied it. Was it Mischief? No, I must be imagining it. But what if he means... he doesn't mind being touched. What if he actually likes my touch? He wants to play footsies? At this, my dick begins to grow.

I look into his eyes to confirm my thoughts, but I don't really see anything that would indicate that. Yup, I'm just getting ahead of myself.

"I think I saw you in my english class. You have first period with Mr.Dick right?" Asks Sebastion.

So he's noticed me too. Probably not in the same way though.

"Yeah." I reply.

The conversations flow easily the rest of the lunch and then we split up to go to our 4th period class.

On the way to my class, I passed Evan McLoughlin. But I was too busy thinking about how beautiful Sebastion is.

The rest of the day goes uneventful. Meet my new teachers, see my classmates. Etc.

On my way out the school door, my phone vibrates. I look at it, and it's a text. It's from Sidney. It reads: "Theres a party 2 celeb the new school year at brad's house tonight, b there?."

I sent a text back saying "Sounds like a plan." I hope to see Sebastion there...

* * *

Hey guys, I hoped you like my first story. If you would like for me to continue this particular story, please comment and rate. I need all the feedback I can get :) and yeah just let me know what you think about it all. It's my first time writing a full story, so I could use some encouragement :S

And for those of you look for some the sex part, don't worry, there will be sex in time ;) I had fun writing this. See you guys in part 2, hopefully.