It would have been a worse scenario for me if I continued to feel the pleasure, but it stopped. My body became numb, as I closed my eyes, the imaginations of Joseph's attempt to rape me crept into my mind.
I felt a surge of power as I pushed Phil away.
"I can't do this. I can't. It is an immoral act", my voice started shaking as tears glimmered in my eyes.
I could feel the surprised look on Phil as his gaze was on me. He groaned, then hissed before moving closer to me.
" Are you okay?", he asked with concern as I nodded.
"Are you sure you don't want to do this? We both like each other, don't we?", he tried to reassure but I could not help but feel a bitter taste on my tongue.
" I don't want to get carried away by temporary pleasure. I know you are probably angry but I can't seem to keep off my mind from how we will both feel after having sex. I can't do this. God condemns such act", I said, my mind r
Every day seems like a passing phase. Every moment is like a good time. Ever since my last talk with Chris and Phil, I am yet to make a decision. It seems suffocating thinking of what to go for, especially with a bitter feeling in the pit of my stomach.One of my thoughts ended up being against what my body is craving for. I always find myself asking questions. If I eventually am with Phil, will I be happy? What if I remain single and this weird feeling keeps persisting? How will I even figure out the right thing to go for?I looked at the streets with the simmering of light as Phil draped his hand on my shoulder. Anytime I try to tell him to stop trying to be always with me, he becomes sad. In as much as I want him to be back with Senior Joy, he was able to get what I was trying to do.I don't know what is happening to me. I no longer feel those butterflies in my Tommy, anxiety, and nervousness never creep
EPILOGUEI've gone too far to give up nowJust put a bandage on those scarsThere's no need to be held by failureYou can beat all of the oddsAnd if you feel under pressureScared beyond measureLost a close treasureYou've got to rememberYou're not what they call youCan't limit yourself to whatPeople tell youYou're the final word
AUTHOR POINT OF VIEWI want to use this opportunity to thank all of my readers. It has been a long journey writing this book(my first book), all thanks to your reads and ever-supportive reviews.This book has shown different stages on how attraction for the same-sex might set in, as well as how society condemns it. Michael was a great male lead as he decided to control his feelings rather than give in to them.When I wanted to write this book, a question came to my mind. "Why are they gay people as well as lesbians?"I did my research realizing that feelings toward the same sex might start to set in due to involuntary sexual arousal(which is normal).So I thought of writing a book about how a character would be attracted to the same sex but control those feelings. I made Michael go through different stages, to self-discovery and assuring himself he is not gay, not until he involves himself in
I stared at my reflection as I slowly stroke my eyebrows into waves with a small comb. I must confess I look quite feminine with my fair complexion, my small eyes, thick eyebrows that are well curved, and eyelashes that bash lightly. My tall and scrawny figure makes it more of a girl in a boy's body. I dropped my comb as I suddenly started feeling emotions seeping down my body, sad and happy ones at that. I am sad because I will be leaving my former school, my old friends, classmates, and teachers. I am happy because I get to attend my elder brother's former school which happens to be one of the best schools in the state. "Brother Michael, my dad calls for you," the voice of my younger brother Mark jolted me out of my thoughts. I smiled sweetly at him giving him a reply that I would join them soon. I slowly packed my bag and headed downstairs. My parents have tried to convince me to attend my broth
I put on a bright countenance as a small smile made its way to my mouth."Good Morning to you all. My name is Oyedele Michael. Nice to meet you", I greeted them as they all responded with "same to you."Mr. Williams directed me to sit in the fourth row with someone to share the English textbook with. I am yet to get my textbooks as my dad received the school email recently that I was given admission.I pulled a chair and moved to the fourth row as my gaze landed on the person I would share a textbook with. Reality struck me when I realized he was the same guy I was thinking about this morning.&n
The past two months have not been an easy one for me. Apart from reading, stress, academics, and the likes, the admiration I had for Khaleed has been a 'thorn in the flesh'.Yes, I have had a liking for him since the second day of my schooling. His backside that I saw during the assembly that day sent my body trickling with different emotions.The fact that I eventually saw his facial features and front view makes my stomach churn with different sensations I cannot decipher. The mixed classes did not help matter as that only makes my imaginations go wild. His well-curved eyebrows, full pink lips, and bobbing Adam's apple are part of those features that are unwilling to leave my head.
It has been over 5 months,( three weeks into SSS2 3rd term), after that incident with Khaleed and words alone cannot describe how I had felt throughout those months.Even though I had settled quite well in my new school, I still feel burdened with the strange liking I could not share with others.After that declaration made by Khaleed during the little game, my spirit died down as the liking I had for him faded like dust. I felt hurt knowing he treated girls like a plaything, without any sense of conscience involved.
"Hey", Ethan whispered as he stood in front of me. I could not help but keep staring at him, as my mouth was partially opened. To say I was 'shocked' again is the right word to use. " Can I sit beside you?" He asked politely, bending a little with a book held by him, but all I could do was blink my eyes, wondering why Ethan was in front of me. "Ahem," he faked a cough, drawing me out of my trance. "Sure, you can sit beside me," I finally found my voice as he took a chair beside me as I slowly returned my gaze to my book. "Are you okay? You just kept staring at me as if you wanted to swallow me whole," he mumbled. He is quite a good character that deserves a 'pretending award'.He might be a chameleon but I am the opposite,' I thought as an idea crept into my brain"Are you a chameleon that suddenly changes color 'out of the blues'?,' I asked and he chuckled, flipping through the New School Chemistry text