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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.

* * *

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.

But now everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to answer. This situation was more bizarre than being stuck in the woods with a Tarzan-like person with no teeth, chasing after me. “Repeat the question again,” I said.

“What does being a human being mean to you?” Mr. Walker asked.

I had never thought about the question before, so I didn’t really know what to say. “I don’t know,” I said.

“Let me ask it to you differently then,” Mr. Walker said, “what makes a human being different than an animal?”

“Animals are honest,” I said. I don’t know why I said that, but I did. “They don’t create illusions for themselves like people. They don’t have to question what they are, or why they are, because they already know. The only thing humans have that animals don’t is the ability to lie themselves and believe their own lies. Animals are content with how they are. They don’t try to shape and reshape their existence over and over like people do. Humans worry too much about what it means to be human that they forgot to actually be human. An animal never forgets to be animal. People do.”

I heard a few people say, “Wow”. Everyone just stared at me as though I had said something that nobody in the history of the world had ever said before. I didn’t know how to feel, so I just sat there and waited.

“Interesting,” Mr. Walker said. He moved on to talk about something else, but I completely tuned him out. Throughout the course of the class, I saw people turning around, occasionally, not trying to be too obvious, looking at me. Some looked at me like I was odd, and some like I was someone to be admired. I wasn’t used to getting so much attention. 

The bell rang and everyone quickly scrambled out of the classroom. David and I were the last ones to leave the classroom, but Mr. Walker called me back in. “Jeremy, can I talk to you for a minute?”

I was afraid that I had done something wrong. I noticed that David was standing at the doorway of the classroom, watching me, almost as if he were waiting for me. I approached Mr. Walker’s desk cautiously. “Yes?” I had never been so close to him before, to see how clear his green eyes were. He had his arms folded over his chest. I could smell him. He smelled clean, like cologne and soap, but underneath that, I could smell his real body scent. I don’t know how, but I could smell his skin. It was a sweet, but pungent odor that filled my nose and made me tingle. I love his hard, square jaw line. Mr. Walker looked so youthful and handsome. I had to force myself not to stare at him too hard. 

“Have you been reading the book?” Mr. Walker asked.

“I read the first couple of chapters.”

Mr. Walker grabbed his copy of the text from his desk and turned to one of the pages. He handed it to me. “I want you to read chapter eleven. I think you would be interested in it.” He smiled. His teeth were perfect. I wondered if he had a wife. 

“I’ll check it out,” I said to him.

“You should participate more in class,” Mr. Walker told me. “You have good things to say.”

“I really don’t know why I said that,” I admitted.

“Do you believe what you said?”

I shrugged. “Still trying to find out.” I handed the book back to him and made my way out of the classroom. David was still standing there, waiting for me. I felt confused as to why he was waiting.

“What’s your name again?” David asked as we both entered the crowded hallway.

“Jeremy. But everyone calls me James. Or Jimmy. Mostly Jimmy.” I know I sounded stupid, but I didn’t know what else to say. 

“I’m David,” said.

“I know.”

He smiled. He had a brilliant, captivating smile. “What class do you have next?” he asked. I wondered why he was asking me that, but I told him anyway.

“Math.”

“I have English,” he told me. He leaned in close to me and I could smell his lemony sweat scent just as clearly as when Troy was fucking me in front of my mirror. “What are you doin’ after school?”

“Nothing,” I said, a little confused, but a lot excited. “Why?”

David looked around to make sure that nobody was paying attention to us. “I wanna talk to you about somethin’,” he said.

“Talk to me about what?” I asked, sounding a little more anxious than I wanted to.

“The way you smell,” David whispered. 

I was speechless.

“Meet me in the boy’s locker room at five,” he said.

I didn’t hesitate to say, “Okay.”

“Good,” David smiled. Every time he smiled, my heart skipped. He turned and walked away in the other direction. I watched him until he disappeared around a corner. As I turned around to go to my next class, I saw Alexis Wraith looking at me. She was standing on the third step on the staircase, books in her hands, just looking down at me. I don’t know why. In order to get to my next class, I had to walk by her. She was one of the many people I had never talked to before. Alexis was a strange girl who believed too much in science and atheism. She was pretty, not in a conventional way. She was the kind of girl whose beauty one could only appreciate out of high school. In a school full of shallow, self-centered girls, Alexis stood out like a meat cleaver in a set of forks. As I walked by her, she asked, “Do you even know what you’re about to change into?”

I thought she was talking about someone else, but she was looking directly at me. Her eyes were really magnetic. I couldn’t look at anyone else but her. “What?” I asked.

All of a sudden, Alexis looked frightened, as if she had just revealed a government conspiracy and now she was endangered. She sprinted up the staircase, dropping a folder along the way. Before I got a chance to tell her that she dropped something, Alexis was already gone. Not thinking about it, I stuffed the folder into my backpack, figuring I would see her later on that day and give it to her then. I thought about what she had just said to me, “Do you even know what you’re about to change into?” She sounded a bit scared when she said that. 

Still standing on the fifth step of the stairway, I turned around and looked down at all the crowd of students hustling to their next classes. The hallway seemed as if it were too narrow to hold all those students. I looked at them, and all I saw were a blur of random faces—but then I saw one face that stood out more than the rest of them. At first I couldn’t really tell if it was him or not, but the more I looked, the more I was convinced that it was. Troy was standing among the dense crowd of students, looking up at me, with his piercing gray eyes. When I saw him, my heart skipped. It was the first time I had seen him with clothes on. He wore an expensive-looking black suit that fit him beautifully. He looked so incredibly perfect that it almost took my breath away. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, not out loud, but in my head. I knew he would be able to hear me. But he didn’t answer me. Troy just turned around and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I heard the bell ring for the next class to begin, but I just stood there. I don’t know why I was so shocked to see him here. I don’t know why it made me feel so uneasy. But whatever reason he had come, it couldn’t have been good. And I wondered where he got that suit. 

To be continued…