Destiny 4

The clock read: 6:19. But that was impossible. At least twenty minutes had passed since I had been looking in the mirror, or at least it felt like it had been about twenty minutes. But the clock read that only seven minutes had passed. It seemed as though time had slowed down for me. I couldn’t see how that could be possible, but at the same time I couldn’t see how any of what had happened to me recently could be possible. Yet somehow it was possible. Somehow all these things were happening, and I still couldn’t figure out why they were happening to me.

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I felt weird about going to school. As I walked to my first period Philosophy class, I remembered everything that happened that morning: seeing myself bruised in the mirror, and then perfectly muscular, and then feeling Troy’s big dick in me. I remembered all the weird things he said to me, and they kept replaying themselves in my mind, over and over again. 

I sat in the back of the classroom, as I usually did and opened my notebook. A football player named David George sat next to me. In every high school, there’s the one guy that stands out more than the others, because of his great looks, because of his charisma, the one guy that everyone want to be like. David George was the guy. He was almost ridiculously good-looking. David had the classic, masculine features that appealed to most of the people at school, including some of the teachers. He was six foot two, perhaps about a hundred and eighty pounds and completely muscular. His skin was a warm, smooth caramel color; his eyes chocolate-colored and piercing; his full lips always made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him; he had short curly, black hair that was never less than perfect. I always wanted to know what he looked like naked. 

It was a bit surprising though, that David was sitting in the desk next to me, because he usually sat in the front, with the other football players. He had never sit next to me before, and we’ve had at least five classes together since we were freshman. David had also never said one word to me before in four years, but astonishingly, he looked over at me and asked, “Did you read the chapter?”

I was so shocked that he was talking to me, that I almost forgot how to talk. “Some of it,” I finally answered. “Not all of it. Did you?”

”No,” David said. I loved the sound of his voice, so smooth and deep. He looked at me for a few moments. Not just a regular look, but he looked at me deeply, as if he were seeing something strange and beautiful for the first time. I didn’t know how to feel about him looking at me like that. He sniffed a couple of times in my direction, like a dog that smells something peculiar. I had taken a shower before I had left home, so I couldn’t have smelled bad. But David was sniffing as though he were smelling something bad, it was if he were smelling something good to him, something familiar…

Our teacher, Mr. Walker, strode into the classroom, carrying with him his leather briefcase and a paper cup full of coffee. He was one of the few male teachers who hadn't reached forty. His skin was smoother than many of his students’; his hair always neatly trimmed and styled, his smile impeccable, and his ass was incredible. Mr. Walker always wore tight, form-fitting slacks that expertly displayed his round, ample ass. I wondered if he wore those pants on purpose, knowing people like me were watching. 

I stared at Mr. Walker's round ass as he placed his things on his desk and prepared for his lecture. I felt eyes on me and turned to see David George watching me stare at Mr. Walker’s ass. Any other time I would’ve been embarrassed. I don’t think too many people at my school knew I was into dudes—but at the same time, not too many people knew me. I wasn’t the kind of person that stood out much. I wasn’t completely isolated, or an outcast, but I was a bit introverted, and only had a few people I associated with regularly, none of them being in this class. 

But I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed that David had seen me looking at the teacher’s ass. I just looked back at him, almost challenging him to say something. He didn’t. David just kinda looked at me, not in a bad way, but in a way that made me feel a bit uncomfortable, because I didn’t know what he was thinking behind those deep brown eyes of his. He looked me down from head to shoe, and then back up again. And then he turned his attention onto the teacher. I sniffed the air and smelled something: it was that same lemony, sweat scent I had smelled before when I was with Troy. 

At first it started off subtle and faint, but over the next couple of seconds, became stronger and more distinctive. I sniffed the air again and I knew immediately that the scent was coming from David. He turned again and looked at me. There was something in his eyes now. He looked at me now as though he had known me for a long time, as though I was important to him, as though he wanted to touch me…but I dismissed any idea that David George could be looking at me in a sexual way, because he was the absolute straightest guy I’d ever seen. He was unusually athletic, was always rubbing up on a girl, and stuff. There couldn’t have been too many girls who would reject David George, and I know he had his share of all the attractive females in our school. It seemed like every other day, some new girl was hanging on his jock. 

And even if David was secretly into dudes, and that I seriously doubted, I couldn’t see why he would be looking at me like that? I’m not ugly or anything, but there’s a lot more better looking guys around, specifically his football teammates. All of them are hot as fuck. But then I remembered being in the woods. I remembered that strange man-beast thing, with the gaping mouth with no teeth inside. I remembered how muscular his body had been, how intimidated. A vision of that thing’s crazy, big-ass dick came to mind. I remembered its demented eyes. Was that gonna happen to me? Was I gonna become a monster? I looked over and David George wasn’t looking at me anymore. He was looking at Mr. Walker.

“Show of hands of everyone who actually read the chapter last night,” Mr. Walker said.

Only about five of the thirty students actually raised their hands. Mr. Wilson rolled his eyes and sat at the edge of his desk. “Can anyone remind us of what we were talking about on Friday?”

Alexis Wraith, a tall, skinny girl with buttermilk-colored skin, short black hair, and dazzling light brown eyes said, “We were talking about what it means to be a human being.”

I could still smell that peculiar scent emanating from David. Obviously he could smell it on me too because he kept sneaking glances in my direction and sniffing. He put the end of his pen into his mouth and started to chew on it gently, his intense eyes on me. The longer he continued to look the more I was beginning to believe that he was looking at me in the way I secretly wished he would. There was passion in David’s eyes. As much as I was doubtful about it, a part of me was really starting to believe that he was looking at me with a fierce animal attraction. Yesterday, David George, or anyone for that matter, wouldn’t even look in my direction, now he couldn’t take his gorgeous eyes off of me. 

“Mister James,” I heard the teacher say. I broke my eyes away from David and looked at Mr. Walker.

“Yes?” I answered.

“I was asking you what did you think it meant to be a human being.”

I usually never had anything to say in this class. I really wasn’t the kind of person who was ever interested in philosophy, of trying to figure out the meaning of life, and trying to discover if reality was real or just imagined. I usually stayed in the back of the classroom and listened to other people talk out of their asses about shit they knew nothing about, trying to sound intellectual, but really sounding like idiots. I had never wanted to be one of those idiots so I never said anything.