Welcome to High School: Parte Deux - Euphoria Writer (top books to read TXT) 📗

wouldn't the Uke on top become a Seme?" Tino asked batting his long eyelashes innocently.
"Hmm that's a good question, why don't we let our dog answer that," Raivis said gesturing towards Arthur.
"What? Well I don't know! Maybe if they kept switching positions every time they have sexual intercourse then I guess it's safe to say that their still Ukes otherwise I have no bloody clue what to call them," Arthur growled out, shifting uncomfortably by the chain around his wrist.
"Hey Kiku what's the Japanese word for Neutral, I think we'll have to do some research on this, I mean Tino is onto something here. What if there's both a position in sex and the chain of bullying that is different from the whole system!" Raivis exclaimed slamming his hands on the table and standing up with a spark of excitement in his eyes.
"It's Nyūtoraru," Kiku replied.
"Oh that's a mouthful, never mind, meeting adjourned!"
WTHS
It was a good thing the the trip to the costume shop was on Sunday because on the following Saturday Gilbert woke me up with the basket full of the quail eggs covered up tightly by a red cloth.
"Get dressed Birdie, we're gonna go see my buddy Alex today," Gilbert reminded me when I looked up at him confused.
"Oh thaaaat, sorry I forgot, let me get dressed," I yawned sitting up in my bed reaching for my glasses.
All week I have started getting dressed and undressed either in my closet while Gilbert was in the shower or going to the bathroom ever since those cameras were installed and I gotta tell you it's a pain in the-
"Hey Birdie hurry up in there I gotta take a leak really badly!" Gilbert yelled knocking on the door loudly as I was getting dressed.
"I'm hurrying!"
A few quiet moments passed before the door flew open and Gilbert rushed inside working his zipper on his pants down. I sighed and continued to pull my belt through the belt loops of my jeans. That was until I started feeling self-conscious about the fact that my chest was bare. I wasn't muscly or chubby, but that meant I was plain, what if Gilbert makes a snide comment about my body- wait, I'll just put on my shirt before he can see me.
Acting on that thought I pulled over my shirt before Gilbert could catch a glimpse of my body. Feeling successful I finished putting on my belt and fixing my pants before leaving the bathroom.
Phew- that was close.
"Hey Birdie your shirt is in-side-out," Gilbert said washing his hands in the sink after he was done peeing.
I looked down at my shirt and sure enough my shirt was completely in-side-out. Blushing I got up and raced for the bathroom as Gilbert was getting out, before I was stopped roughly by my collar getting stuck on something and then thrown on Gilbert's bed. Gilbert climbed on top of me. I started to struggle when he slipped his hands under my shirt and then took off my shirt turning it on the right side of the shirt.
"Stay still I'm helping you with your shirt," Gilbert huffed as I kept struggling.
"Get off of me, I'm not a kid!" I argued.
"Just let me put it on you damit!"
When Gilbert had gotten my shirt on me after a long and hard struggle against me, he sighed and rolled off of me. I sat up and glared at him.
"What the hell was all that for!" I yelled flapping my arms around like a bird.
"I didn't want you wasting time in the bathroom, oh now look at the time, the cab is probably here!"
Gilbert grabbed the basket and then me by my hand, dragging me along with him out the door and down the stairs until we were running out the door for the yellow taxi outside the campus's gates looking like it was about to leave when Gilbert started waving his arms around and yelling at the cabbie.
"Hey! Wait! We're here!" he yelled loud enough to hone the cabbie's attention.
We were huffing and puffing by the time the two of us slid not the cab, while the cabbie was laughing his ass off at our irony.
"Where to?"
"Stinson beach," Gilbert panted out of breath.
The cab driver smirked and pulled out of the curb and headed down the street. As buildings and shops past by I took note on what Gilbert wore. He had on a pair of black combat styled pants with the two silver chains, red Converses, silver skull rings as well as a gothic styled silver cross necklace and a black t-shirt underneath his red hoody. Gilbert always wore that red hoody whenever he could, it was a nice hoody too with the cool skull with the black ink dripping effect on the right pocket and the sown in thumb holes on his sleeves. I noticed that a lot of the clothes Gilbert has worn since I met him were usually gothic or skater styled clothes that surprisingly fit his image really well. The stuff I wore was mainly sweatshirts or hoodies and most of my hoodies were red and had a white maple leaf on the hood or pockets which I had gotten whenever I visited my grandmother in Canada. Except right now I was in a red and white baseball styled t-shirt, because I could never pull off any other style I was interested in besides hoodies and sweatshirts like what Gilbert wore. That and it was too hot for a hoody today.
"So what's your friend like?" I asked trying to make some conversation.
"He's pretty cool and layer back though he hates stereo type American people ya know."
"Oh is he not from America?"
"Yup, he's Cuban. I think you'll like him he's pretty awesome, but not as awesome as I'am."
"Then why am I coming along?"
"You did say you didn't have anything better to do, besides this will be like an adventure since I never been to San Francisco before now."
"Where did you live before you came here?"
"Seattle."
"Does it rain a lot there?"
"Yeah, but it's really nice at night from my window in my room, I would look out it and see everything lit up against the rain, it was really cool to see that, then again I live in a flat where animals are allowed, so there was always odd sounds at night," Gilbert said with this look in his eyes that seemed to lighten the mood somehow.
I liked it when he talked like this, its kind of a Gilbert I ha net been so familiar with before, like another side of him I get to see whenever he talked about his home or anything deep about him.
"Were here," the cabbie said snapping Gilbert out from that look.
After Gilbert had payed the fee we began walking out towards the sandy coast.
"So, you said before that you had two quails at your house," I said as I walked by Gilbert's side on the busy beach.
"Yup, Verbergen and Folgen," Gilbert said saying the two names in a Germanic way.
"Verbergen and Folgen? That sounds... Interesting."
"Ha! That's because the names are German, Verbergen means Hide and Folgen means Follow, Hide and Follow are my two quails at home. My dad is German so he taught my brother and I German when we were little."
"Really? So what would quail be?"
"Wachtel."
"Ok, what about... Love?"
"Liebe," Gilbert said in a slight whisper that I almost did not catch what he has said.
"So where are we meeting your friend?" I asked, shifting subjects.
"Over at is beach house around here, look for a sweaty Cuban out on his porch somewhere he said that's where he'd... Be- look its an Osprey!" Gilbert exclaimed pointing at the giant brown and white bird up in the sky.
"Don't you mean a seahawk?"
"Nope, thats an Osprey, the raptors by the sea, some people mistaken them for sea eagles or seahawks, but that's defiantly an Osprey, and a healthy one at that."
"You must love birds huh?"
"Love them? Of course I do! Sure even I eat eggs and fried chicken and all, but I just love birds, though I do hate those slaughter houses... That must be an uncool thing for me to love birds huh?" Gilbert said scratching the back of his head embarrassed.
"Of course not! It's good to be passionate about something," I said making Gilbert's face brighten up when I did so.
"Oy! Amigo! Gilbert-o!" someone started calling out.
That's when we spotted a dark skinned Cuban with dreadlocks in a floral red shirt and shorts on a porch of a well-built beach house, waving their arms around at us.
"That's Alex," Gilbert said speeding up to a jog to go greet his friend.
I trailed behind in a walk while Gilbert and his friend greeted each other. Once I had joined them on the porch Gilbert took a step back so that I was facing his friend.
"Alex this is my roommate Matthew, Matthew this is my amigo Alex," Gilbert introduced us.
Instead of doing a regular handshake, Alex held up his hand and said: "Five it my friend!" and I did give Alex a high five. Alex had this easy going yet friendly and energetic feel around him that seemed so welcoming to me that I had to give him a warm smile.
"So how did you and Gilbert meet exactly?" I asked after a while of chatting around with the two.
"Oh, the Internet man, then we skyped each other over the summer and made the little business deal, so you got the eggs amigo?"
"Sure do, got the cash?"
"Hell yes I sure do."
With that Alex took out a wad of dollars wrapped up in a rubber band bundle and handed it over to Gilbert and Gilbert gave Alex the basket.
"You now have $125 on ya bro," Alex said playfully punching Gilbert in the shoulder.
"Pleasure doing business with yo, hey speaking of business I need to take a leak."
"Again?" I exclaimed.
"Hey I didn't go enough for a trip out here, so can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure, it's down the hall to the right, can't miss it," Alex told Gilbert who then bolted inside.
I sighed and took the liberty to take a seat on one of the beach chairs. Alex placed the basket between the beach chair I sat at and by the one next to mine before sitting on that one.
"So, isn't it strange to meet someone online, I mean that could be dangerous," I said trying to start a conversation with Alex.
He chuckled darkly before turning his body towards me. "It was only business Matthew, in fact I have no intentions of contacting that idiot ever again."
At this I turned my body towards Alex, narrowed my eyes and looked at him skeptically.
"Really? Tell me something Alex," I hissed venomously. "When those eggs hatch, what do you plan on doing with them?"
Alex chuckled again. "Why what do you think? I'm going to make a small Quail Farm or as some people crudely put it; A Quail Slaughterhouse."
I held back the urge to wring his neck and gasp at the same time. Would Gilbert sell the quail eggs knowing they were to