Teacher's pet

chapter 8

I pulled up behind Jude's truck and went up to his front door. I rang the doorbell and waited for him to come and answer. I was wearing my stupid poof-ball hat again. I needed to throw it out. He answered. "Ethan? Is everything okay? Come inside."

"I got into a fight with my mother."

"About what?" he asked, laughing at how heated I was.

"I don't actually know. I just started yelling at her and then I came here."

"That's fine with me," he said, smiling. "But your mom is probably worried about you."

"Let her worry! They didn't worry when they went to Florida without me. They--she didn't even call me once! I'm sick of living there."

"It's just until after graduation," he said. "Then you can come and live with me. I'm sick of eating take-out for dinner." I pouted.

"You're just trying to get rid of me," I said.

"By asking you to live with me? I don't think so."

"Here? You want me to live here with you?"

"After graduation, sure," he said. "I'd love that."

"Fine, Jude. You win this round." I went home after that. If I just had to put up with my family until after graduation, I could so do that. I'd be in college, forging my own path.

In class the next day he was wearing the tie again. It was really sweet that he wore it because I was pretty sure he did hate wearing ties.

When he walked down the rows his belly would sometimes nudge me in the shoulder and I knew it was on purpose. I was the only one that happened to. I liked it a lot. It felt really good and it was just so weird that I liked him getting fatter.

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My parents had been shocked when I told them I was gay. I thought they already knew, but I was glad I told them. I told them after having lived with Jude for three years, I still do.

My sister is going to be attending the college I go to now. It's downtown and I'm glad that she's happy. My father and I still don't get along that well, but my mother and I patched things up.

Mr. Beckham is still teaching at St. Jo's. He was cast as Santa Claus at the winter charity event this year and I made sure to buy my ticket early. I guess he was the natural choice weighing over 350 pounds. I knew he liked getting bigger, and I sure liked him being bigger, so there wasn't a problem when he just continued to pack on the pounds.

"Jude," I called.

"Yeah?" he shouted back from the dining room. He was grading essays on As I Lay Dying. Yeah, that same book I read three years ago.

"What do you want for dinner?" I heard him laugh.

"Anything," he said, and I knew he meant it. He loved not eating take-out every night anymore, not that it stopped him from the occasional fast food binge. He finished dinner and we ended up having sex.

I sure was glad I wasn't in high school anymore, and I was glad for a lot of things, especially Jude Beckham.

The End!