Gabe, wide-eyed, biting back the tears, holding his breath behind the lump in his throat, continued down Baptist Street. Half-holding his grade sheet he made his way to West Hall University Admission office that was just at the end of the street.
Dell’s Annexe had served as a Pre-University centre that was supposed to ease entry into West Hall for students who were willing to pay their exorbitant tuition fees. What he’d seen on the grade sheet was definitely not worth the ten thousand dollars his parents had to grudgingly fork over.
Ring!
He almost vomited his beating heart out. Wedged inside a pocket on the strap of his Levi’s sling bag, was his cell-phone. He looked down at the pocket and sped up.
The opening grounds was filled with students, smiling, laughing. He wished they'd stop. He felt as if they were laughing at him. How did they get pass those exams?
He entered the admissions office. The waiting area was sparse. But too sparse. He scanned any face to see who he’d known. When he was sure he safe that no one he knew was in the office he sat down after taking a pink number at the front desk. He looked at the Now Serving screen. The LED lights blinked then changed. They were serving his number now.
He got up immediately and rushed to the closest open desk. He sat down and was welcomed with an exasperated sigh by the admissions clerk.
“How may I help you?” the bored clerk breathed out.
“I’ve come to complete my application,” Gabe squeaked.
A large hand stretched out for the necessary paperwork and lazy eyes bore holes into him.
Gabe tremblingly raised the grade sheet over the desk’s top and handed it to the clerk. She took it from him and began tapping away at the keyboard. She turned it over and almost fell back.
After slowly punching in the information she turned to him and looked down at the grade sheet then back up at him.
“You know—“
“I know,” Gabe said with his face dropped.
“Alright, you have a good day sir,” she said rolling her eyes returning the slip back to him.
Gabe trudged heavily out of the door. His life was over.
He couldn’t go home now.
Ring!
He fished out his phone received the call. It was his mother.
“What did you get?” she asked, Gabe noticed the twinkle in her voice.
“D,” he said bluntly.
A silence came over the phone.
“Don’t bother to come home today.”
Click!
Tears finally broke his eyelids and rushed down in rivulets down his cheek. He practically ran to the bus-stop.
His mother had told him not to come home but if he’d ever broken curfew he would surely have lost his life. He needed to get home quickly just to beat his father home. He needed to be there for his expression. He couldn’t meet him home waiting for him.
Though he needed to get home at a certain time fate had something a little stranger planned out for him. He boarded a Watersley Bus and sat down near to the back where the seats became two-seaters that faced the front of the bus.
He grabbed his iPod out of his sling bag and plugged the earphones into his ears. Before he put it on a young man sat down near to him.
He knew him. It was that Jacob boy from Dell’s Annexe. He was a year behind him. He was an attractive guy who Gabe had developed a little crush on during the year. A blush would come across his face when he came around. That reaction was not relevant now he had to worry about his parents, the beating he was sure to get. But first he’d have to see his father storm out of the house and storm back in with T-square.
He felt the youth’s eyes pierce him from the side of his eyes, searching him. Gabe wiped his eyes, just in case he’d notice him crying. Pulling himself straight up against the seat’s back, he made sure nothing gave away his emotions so the boy could stop looking at him. Then he felt the boy’s hand travel across his thigh and on top of his crotch under his sling bag.
Gabe tightened up then garnered enough strength to whisper the most peculiar words.
“Uh-uh, pay first and not here.”
The boy looked at him confused for a few moments then with a risen eyebrow a smirk crawled up the side of his thick lips and he took his hand away and dove into his back pocket.
He pulled out a wallet and parted the inside lips of the money holder. Gabe noticed a couple hundred dollar bills fitted neatly inside.
“How much?” he sighed.
“Two,” Gabe whispered putting up two fingers.
The boy’s eyebrows rose. Gabe's eye met his and didn’t leave.
He sucked in a breath and shook his head then took them out and threw it on his lap.
Gabe grabbed it up, and looked at Jacob as he looked in the driver’s direction. Minutes passed as he waited for the boy’s next reaction.
Then it came.
“Press the bell.”
Gabe looked outside to see the next stop. It was Newnanton. Anywhere but here. The cliché would have been too ironic. Newnanton was the capital of sexual immorality on the East-West corridor. It was always dirty, a wet dirty and stank. The people looked dirty and shifty characters stood like sentinels at every corner. Abandoned buildings served as private nooks for the carrying out of whatever fantasy was on the menu.
“Press it,” the youth demanded.
Gabe hesitated, thinking about what he was going to do. He was still a virgin. But it was the fastest two hundred he’d made in his life.
He pressed the bell for a stop.
The stop came and other things.
They had made their way into a room of an abandoned hair salon; where Gabe's virginity was lustfully taken from him.
Jacob slammed Gabe into a wall and tore off his pants and began.
It wasn’t hard diverting Jacob’s attention from the fact that it was his first time because he had to do everything Jacob said he wanted to do to him.
“Here’s another for good service,” a hundred dollar bill floated onto the ground in front of him as he wiped his mouth off.
Gabe picked it up and crumpled it up and shoved it into his pocket.Then the young man began walking away.
“Wait,” guilt overcame him.
“You don’t have to tell me it was your first time.”
“No,” Gabe forced a foxy smile over his face and took out his sharpie marker from his bag.
The boy turned around and looked at him. Gabe slid his hand into the boy’s shirt and up to his chest where he gently rubbed his nipple taut. Then he took his other hand, sharpie marker in his grip and pushed up the shirt.
“Tell you friends about me, tiger.”
Gabe penned his number across his wide trunk. Then put his lips on his hard nipple. Something hard poked his thigh and then he let go.
The youth tried to pull him back. Gabe's heart raced but he managed to pull away. He ran to his bag and walked away, “You didn’t pay for all that.”
Gabe left him with his hand fishing in his tented crotch and a wet smile on his face.
Three hundred dollars.
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