"Buon pomeriggio." A baritone voice emanated around the room, "Good afternoon."
The voice made Beau shiver. Beau heard gasps. Looking up, Beau was met with deep greens eyes that seemed so familiar. Dropping his gaze, Beau watched as the man walked to the front of the desk.
"Il mio nome è Professor Bowman." He explained, while writing his name on the board. "My name is Professor Bowman."
Bernardo Bowman looked up and observed the class. It seemed to be a small class this semester, he thought to himself. He watched as the females lifted their breasts to poke them out more and fixed their hair. He chuckled to himself. He took this position because he knew college students wouldn't phase him. He seen harder and sexier women than this.
Bernardo continued to observe the class and noticed the kid that he had made eye contact with in the back corner. He remembered seeing the kid, while he was on his way to campus.
"You." Bernardo said and pointed at Beau.
Beau looked up with his hair partially blocking his face.
"Introduce yourself, and we will continue around the room." Bernardo stated.
"My name-" Beau started but was cut off by the professor.
"No, no. In Italian. The phrase is Il mio nome è." Bernardo stated.
Beau flushed and could feel his face turning red. "Il mio nome è Beau Agnello." Beau whispered, repeating the intro the professor had used.
"Louder so everyone can hear." Bernardo said in a tone of annoyance.
Beau felt as if his heart was going to explode from how embarrassed he was. Ugh, he thought to himself, he thought this would have been a breather class. Beau could hear Tyler snickering.
"Il mio nome è Beau Agnello." Beau said louder and looked down at his desk, making sure his hair covered his face.
"Thank you." Bernardo stated and continued around the class, until everyone had introduced themselves.
Jesus, Bernardo thought, these kids cannot speak for crap.
Beau had watched and listened to everyone introduce themselves and could have puked as the way the girls puckered up and made their most seductive tone they could.
While the professors attention was away from him, Beau decided to really observe Professor Bowman. The professor had his dirty blonde hair in a man bun with little pieces falling from it. He wondered how long his hair was. He wore a black shirt and black dress pants.
Beau observed his stature and shuddered. The professor looked to be at least six feet tall and was thick with a capital TH.
Beau watched as the professor finished up the introductions and began writing on the board. The professors arms and back muscles looked as if they were straining against the tight fabric of his shirt. His pants were tight to his buttocks, and when he turned, Beau noticed the little bulge that pushed the zipper of his pants out a bit. Beau swallowed hard. If this was the professor not hard, he couldn't imagine what he looked like turned on. Just the thought made Beau shudder.
Beau observed the professor moving his little pieces of hair back behind his ear. He couldn't help but want to help him with it. Help him with more than just that. Beau blushed and had to cool his mind, as he felt himself begin to harden. Not now, he groaned. Cheerleading..Female Gymnastics, Panties.. Beau began picturing girls in small shorts, and his hard on immediately began to go down. Phew, he thought to himself, just don't look up at the teacher and focus on the lesson. Beau sucked in air and took a slow breath. This is easy.
Bernardo wrapped up the lesson with going over the syllabus and the first chapter of vowels and pronunciation.
"Remember Chapters two to four need to be read and dissected with these questions answered for each chapter." Bernardo explained, as he walked around the class handing out the paperwork, "Once you get the paper, you may leave for the day. I will see you all tomorrow afternoon. Remember, Wednesdays you do not have class and Thursdays class is not until six p.m." Bernardo had to make this schedule that way due to his other activities taking up the time.
Bernardo noticed that the girls would try to touch his hand, when he gave the paper to them. He quickly pulled away. Jesus Christ! They are like vultures, he thought as he made it to the last kid. Bernardo also took notice the class seemed to stick around even after getting their paper.
As he stood on the side of the last kid, he took the paper to hand it to him. Fuck what was his name again? Beau?
"Here you are Beau." Bernardo said, his deep voice taking over the class room.
Beau's heart skipped a beat, when he heard his name out of the professor's mouth. He looked up, and their eye contact seemed to have a heated pause. Bernardo cleared his throat, and Beau took the paper, his hand brushing against the professors. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks.
Tyler must have noticed. "Wow the fag is crushing on our professor!" He yelled, "Since daddy couldn't fuck him anymore, he wants an older replacement. Keep your gay shit out of our face, you make us sick!" and everyone proceeded to laugh, except the girls. They all glared at Beau and made vomiting expressions.
Beau quickly turned away, shoved the paper in his bag and ran out the class. Fuck. I have to get out of here, he thought as he ran out of the building and rounded a corner. He looked around. The coast seemed to be clear.
A small tear dropped from Beau's eye. That dad comment really hit him hard. Beau hugged himself and continued his walk.
"Professor Bowman is never going to look at me the same." He whispered to himself, as he began to turn down another corner to start toward the gate.
Bernardo stood shocked at all that had unfolded. He looked at the kid who had said something with a stern look. His jaw clenched.
Tyler appeared to see the professor was not happy and lifted his hands up. "Sorry." He muttered and walked out of the classroom with the rest of the class, before Bernardo could say a word.
Bernardo watched as there were multiple glances at him with some females going as far as to blow him a kiss. Bernardo shook his head and began to pack his things in his bag to leave. What the hell was that daddy comment all about, Bernardo paused remembering the pain that went across that kids face. He shook the weird sensation off and continued packing and looking over his schedule. Our pack meeting was tonight. He inwardly groaned. He wasn't feeling up to it, especially having to deal with his girlfriend.
Beau was finally getting past the gate, when he heard Tyler's voice. "Fairy boy!" Tyler yelled, as Beau quickened his steps. Tyler ran up to him with not only his little posse, but a couple of girls too.
"Get a boner for the professor?" Tyler said laughing.
"He's ours." One of the girls said. Beau observed her. She had platinum blonde hair that hung long to her mid back. Her curls were immaculate, and her light blue eyes shown bright in the sun. She had sun kissed skin that looked like she sparkled.
"I wasn't ..." Beau began. Of course he wasn't trying to get with the freaking professor. Look at this girl, he thought, she was gut wrenchingly beautiful compared to him. Not to mention he was obviously a male, and the professor definitely looked as straight as an arrow dipped in non-bendable metal.
"We saw the way you looked at him. This is your first and last warning." The second girl said. This girl was petite with chestnut hair that was short to the bottom of her ears. Her deep brown eyes glistened from the sun, as she looked up to the sky. She held her hands crossed over her chest bringing her breasts higher. "You are not going to make him so uncomfortable he leaves, especially with your sick history!"
At this, Tyler and his posse grabbed Beau and dragged him for what felt like forever. They rounded corner after corner.
When Beau tried to yell for help, the blonde girl put her hand over his mouth. Onlookers just stared and seemed to quicken their step to get away from the situation.
As they slowed down and came to a stop, they found themselves at a huge black and grey house. It honestly was scarier than the fear he felt with Tyler.
"I heard this place is haunted." One of the boys whispered, maybe Garrett? Beau questioned, at this point not caring.
"Perfect place for this sicko." The chestnut haired girl said, "maybe daddy's shadow can come back to fuck him."
The blonde giggled at this.
Beau couldn't move. They pulled him through the black pristine gate. The place just had an eerie feel to it. Like no one should be stepping foot on the property.
Tyler spotted a big garbage bin and nudge the others to follow him.
Did he mention tomorrow was garbage day, so the garbage cans had been brought forward, as if they were getting ready to be taken to the curb.
The garbage bin Tyler brought him to just so happened to be one where the asshole who used it didn't put a bag into it. Great, he thought as he tried to wiggle away knowing he had no chance.
Tyler punched him in his stomach in the same place as this morning, and one of the girls smacked him across the face. Beau had no idea which one because he had shut his eyes right after getting punched.
Beau began to wheeze.
They quickly picked him up high and tossed him in the trash can. Beau almost felt like throwing up. The smell was horrendous, like rotten meat, and he could feel something wet soaking into his pants. Tears began falling from Beau's eyes dampening his cheeks.
Beau could hear a clatter above him.
He wished he had died with his mother, he thought and tried to push the trash bin over by rocking. For some reason when he had tried to open the top, it would not budge, and rocking was doing little to nothing. Beau could hear Tyler's voice saying something about turning back to campus. His voice became distance to not being able to hear him at all. Beau panicked and began shouting for someone to let him out. After several minutes of crying, Beau heard the sound of a motorcycle or car that had a bad muffler. He began pushing his body against the side rocking back and into it. The garbage can moved a bit, so he continued to do it hoping someone would see. He continued yelling for help. Please someone see or hear me before whoever lived here did instead, Beau prayed.
Bernardo grabbed his leather jacket and had walked out of the class room. He decided to go the long way to his bike. As he strolled through campus, he noticed the weather beginning to change. Damn it, he thought, it wasn't supposed to fucking rain. Bernardo growled in annoyance and began jogging to where he had parked his bike. His jet black MTT 420-RR stood proud just waiting for him to ride her.
Bernardo hopped on, threw his jet black helmet over his head, and sped off near the front gate. There was a bit of a line, so he slowed down. He felt a sprinkle on his skin that wasn't protected by the gloves. Fuckkkk. He didn't want to get wet. He hated the feeling. He was also upset because he wanted to stop at the little cafe he had found earlier this morning, but had no time.
Finally getting through the gate of the college, he began to race home; however, he noticed some of the kids that had been in his class laughing. He happened to have to stop at a red light, as they crossed the road.
"I bet he won't be coming to class tomorrow.", one of the boys said, if he could remember correctly, he believed his name was Tyler. "The ghosts will probably get to him before anyone can."
Bernardo was suspicious on what they were talking about and felt a ping of worry for the one kid who ran out the class room. Beau?
Bernardo sped home, but slowed down enough to look around to see anything suspicious on his way home, however he seen nothing.
By the time Bernardo was able to make it to the gate of his home, it was a full down pour. He clicked the gate closed and drove his motorcycle into his garage. As he pushed the button to close it, he heard a noise near his trash bin. He thought it could have just been the wind, until he glanced at the trash bin and it seemed to move ever so slightly.
What the hell? He crept closer to the bin and grabbed his baseball bat that had been resting by his back door.
"Who is there!" Bernardo growled.