Forbidden Chapter Seven

"Jayy, the principle would like to see you now."

I had been waiting in the office for about 45 minutes now. I'm the last person to be talked to, having to sit and listen to the five guys try to plan their lie. We were supposed to be quiet, but obviously they weren't going to listen. The secretary didn't even tell them to be quiet, but I did notice she listened to all that they said and took some notes. They weren't going to get away with their lies.

Dahvie was the first to be talked to, then them, and now me. I walked quietly into the principles office, closing the heavy door behind me. Mrs. Mitchell smiled as I walked over to the small metal chair in front of her desk. She wore a light pink blazer with a matching skirt. Her hair was in a tight bun. I'd say she was in her mid 50's, her hair was dark brown with a few grey strands that stuck out against the brown. Her face also showed her age, a few wrinkles by her eyes and mouth. I knew she was a kind woman, her silver eyes showing nothing but warmth, which surprised me. She has to deal with seven boys who got into a fight while skipping class. And she probably knows what me and Dahvie were doing, which is easily the worst part.

"How are you today, Jayy?" She smiled, picking up a pen and paper.

"I-I'm good. Well I could be better," shouldn't she already know that?

"Mhm, I bet you could be. I just want to hear your side of the story, Jayy. Then we'll discuss what's going to happen to you and the others. So, go ahead."

"W-well, so I just explain everything that happened?" She nodded, smiling warmly to encourage me. "Ok, so, me and Dahvie were in the bathroom and-"

"Why were you in the bathroom?" Gee, it feels like I'm being interrogated.

"We were... we were skipping class," I admitted.

"Don't feel bad for telling me this, telling the truth will only make this better for you. Besides, I know mostly what happened. I just need you to tell me all that you can from your point of view."

I took a deep breath before continuing. "So we were skipping class, only because Dahvie didn't want to get in trouble by his teacher. And then we uhh... We started doing things-"

"What were you doing?"

I can't tell her! Then she'd know that I'm gay, and she'll tell my parents, and it's already going to get out since we were caught. But she's going to make me tell her.

"I can't really tell you that."

"Jayy you know you can trust me. Everything said here is confidential. I only need to know everyone's side of the story."

"I know that but..." I really wish she'd understand that I can't say. But shouldn't she know this already? If everyone else told her what happened, she should know.

"But...?"

"Look, it's kind of personal," I replied, my voice clearly showing annoyance.

"In order for me to know what happened and why, you need to tell me everything," I could tell she too was starting to get annoyed. But does she really need me to explain it? This isn't even important for her to know!

"Fine, but leave this part out when you tell my parents. It's a secret from basically everyone but Dahvie... I guess it isn't going to be anymore. But Dahvie and I, we're a couple, and when we were in the bathroom, I was trying to get him to let me, uhh, you know." I watched her facial reaction, trying to figure out if she was trust worthy. If she tells my parents, well, who knows what will happen. My dad wouldn't be pleased, he's super religious and homophobic. My mom isn't as extreme as him, and I have no idea what her reaction would be. I really am putting all my trust in Mrs. Mitchell.

"Thank you, that's all I needed to know. So, continue with what happened."

"I was on the ground when they came in, so they figured it out pretty quick what was happening. And they started calling Dahvie and I names and-"

"What did they call you?" Can she stop interrupting and just let me talk?

"They called us fags and stuff like that," it felt so awkward saying it to an adult. Plus I hate that word in general.

She nodded, continuing with her writing. "Go on."

"It was mostly Sam and Mark. Cameron, Sean, and Scott were more like bystanders but they did laugh and kind of encourage them. Scott made fun of Sam, which made him angry. It was funny what Scott said so I laughed, which was when Sam hit me," I took a deep breath, rubbing my jaw. It still hurt quite a bit, but it wasn't the only thing that hurt. "After he hit me, Dahvie pushed him to the ground to stop him from kicking me. That's when Mark pushed him and hit him. I held him back, and again Sam hit me, and so did Mark. When I looked up Dahvie hit Sam, and that's when the teacher walked in."

I finished explaining, her nodding and writing down everything. I hated having to go over that. She scribbled a few last words, then placed the paper on the dark, wooden desk.

"Thank you, I know it's not fun having to tell you're principle this kind of thing. Anyways, I'm going to have to call your parents, as I will with everyone else's, and explain this, along with your punishment."

"But you won't tell them about Dahvie and I, right?" I asked, feeling my stomach twist in nervous knots.

"No, if it means that much, I won't," she smiled brightly. I feel like I can trust her, but at the same time I feel like I shouldn't. "So, as for you, you'll be suspended for three days. You didn't fight, but you were skipping class, it's only fair. Today however you can finish up your classes since there's only about half an hour left. All I can hope, Jayy, is that you learn from your mistakes."

I nodded, shifting a bit in my chair. "How long is everyone else being suspended for?"

"Sam and Mark will be suspended for two weeks, as for their friends, they'll only be suspended for three days, same as you. They didn't really do anything, but they were still part of it. As for Dahvie, he'll be suspended for a week. I feel quite bad for him, he seemed pretty shaken up. He seems to really care for you," she folded her hands together, showing a serious expression.

"Yeah, yeah he does..." My heart warmed a little at that. He cares for me. I don't deserve him. He means so much to me.

"Well, you should get back to class. I've got a lot of phone calls to make. Thanks for talking to me, Jayy, I'll see you on Tuesday."

I waved goodbye as I left her office. If that wasn't the most awkward conversation ever, I don't know what was.

~End of the day~

I ran up to Dahvie as he walked through the school doors. "Walking home?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yup, I'll walk with you," I looked up at the sky, the sun was blocked by the dark grey clouds. Looks like it might rain soon, maybe we shouldn't walk. "You sure we should walk? Looks like it's going to rain."

"My house is only twenty minutes away, I think I'll make it," he laughed.

"And what about mine? It's like an extra fifteen minutes!"

"If it starts to rain, just come in my house. You won't get in trouble since you have a reason to be here." Hmm, he's right. Now I kind of hope it rains.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, kicking rocks every now and then. I felt so bad, it's basically all my fault that this happened. Sure, it was his idea to skip, but if I hadn't tried to force myself on him we wouldn't have been caught, and no one would know that we're together. How he isn't mad at me is a mystery, unless maybe he's hiding it.

"Dahvie, I'm sorry for getting us into this mess."

He stopped walking and turned to face me. "Jayy, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault. If I could've waited until Friday like you wanted we could've avoided this."

"You were right though, I didn't want to wait until Friday..." He blushed, looking away from me, letting his eyes drop to the ground. "I just knew we'd be caught, that's the only reason I held back."

I smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. This always felt so right. I never want to be with anyone else, he understands me and never judges. I know if I ever need something, if I'm upset, or just need someone to talk to, he'll be there for me. I just can't help but feel happy around him. He makes my heart beat faster and my mind go foggy. My stomach gets butterflies every time I see his flawless smile. He means so much to me.

We pulled back, resting our foreheads on each others. He giggled and bit his lip, making me just fall for him even more. Wait, did I just say I'm falling for him? Like falling... in... love? What! No! Come on I'm only 16 and we've only been dating for over a month. But who wouldn't fall for such a wonderful person? I know I will be in love with him soon, but I don't know if I'm ready to love anyone.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss, smiling the whole time into it. I placed my arms around his waist, just wanting to be even closer to him. He's everything I could want.

A minute into the kiss, there was a loud bang from the sky, following quickly by cold rain. In a matter of seconds it felt like a bucket of water had been poured over us, already soaking us. We continued kissing, feeling like we were in one of those romantic movies. None of us cared how soaked we were, or the fact a car was driving past. Which we should've cared, because as it sped past it sent a wave of dirty water over us, getting us muddy and even more soaked than before. Dahvie gasped, then we both burst out laughing. His hair was flat and stuck to his face, black makeup running down his cheeks. It was actually kind of cute.

He grabbed my hand, starting to run towards his house. "Come on, before the storm gets worse!"

We ran, laughing the whole time, jumping in puddles. This moment made me forget everything that happened at school. All that mattered was that me and Dahvie are happy together, and hey, maybe it's not too early for love.