“Fine, sir, how about you?” “Oh, I'm alright.” There wasn't much talk as he drove to the coffee shop. I was feeling awkward as hell, and I had... no idea what this was all about. I spent my time watching him out of the corner of my eye. He was looking smooth in the leather jacket I'd often seen him wear at school. It was fully unzipped and revealed a tight-fitting, vee-necked, white tee-shirt tucked into the belt buckle that was holding up his sharp blue jeans. He had trimmed his stubble, but it. My legs hurt and a headache was starting to build behind my left ear.?I’m not doing this with you any more.? I curled myself into a ball on my bed and waited for the tirade. ?I gave you what you wanted.? He said. ?I’m coming over.? My grip on the phone tightened to the point that I thought I would crush it or break the bones in my hand. ?Don’t. I don’t want to see you. ??I know you’re not feeling well, otherwise you wouldn’t be back talking me.? Michael said. ?I’m coming over, be undressed when. A peek inside his mind, however, would have shown a completely different story.He stood, and walked over to the oversized bed. Pulling a pillow out from beneath the hotel bedspread he lay back, clasping his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.He heard the sound of a key in the lock, but did not take his eyes off the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her enter the room, close the door, and lock it behind her. There she stood quietly. For minutes they stayed this way. Neither. He said he wasn’t coming. So I went back to the bus to tell Mrs Price and actually that was the last time I saw him. He didn’t come into school Friday and when he didn’t come in Monday either I went to see his parents and they said he’d gone to California to stay with his uncle and they acted like they thought it was my fault which maybe it was. I’ve often wondered since whether he’d thought he was normal – like how could he, we’d all seen porn and some of those guys have like massive weapons –.