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Hope

   The next couple of weeks go by without anyone noticing us hug or kiss each other.  His classroom door stays locked during lunch, and I leave a few minutes before the bell.  The twins usually join us, just as an extra precaution.  But as we are getting more comfortable with each other, we are also not being as careful as we should.  Every time I find myself in his arms in the secluded hallway that is practically unused, or in the utility closet in his classroom, I tell myself that it is the last time.  But the need to be close to my mate is almost overpowering at times.

   There is a dance coming up, and I have been asked by a few guys.  Noah is not at all happy about this.  Today during his class, one of the guys continues to ask me to go with him.  I tell him no and proceed to ignore him.  But he persists and I know this won't turn out well for him.  I’m sure Noah can hea