Evil Eye Guy ��� Part One of Two Parts

 Markwildyr.com,Post #233

 

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Today, I���ll return toshort story telling. Hope you enjoy the first installment.

 

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EVILEYE GUY

I was born an oddball: the left eye a chocolate brown, the right one a Kelly green. Soinstead of being Karl Huddleston, I was Crazy Eyes or Weird Eyes��� or justWeird. After learning to live with it, I got along with most of the other kidsokay. Then in my junior year in high school, everything changed.

One night,Abigail Strother called me Evil Eye at the local drive-in. I ignored her thefirst two or three times, but by the fourth, I was sick of it. Abigail���neverAbby���was kinda stuck up. I figured it was because her dad was president of thelocal power company. A big deal down at the Chamber of Commerce, maybe, but notto us kids��� except to Abigail.

The last time she did it, Ipointed to my eyes with a forefinger and index finger and growled. ���If that���sso, you better watch out or I���ll put a curse on you. An hour later, she trippedon the sidewalk and broke an arm.

Not a week later, DubbyFeinstall gave me a black eye in front of the library over some picayune thingI don���t even remember. Probably because he was simply a bully. I got up off thegrass, but instead of wading into the asshole���who was a year older and twice mysize���I pointed to my puffy, green eye, and said the first thing that came tomind.

���That���s it, Dubby. You hit thewrong eye. That���s the evil one.���

Later that afternoon, thetie-rod ends on Tubby Dubby���s vintage 1956 Chevrolet Pickup came loose andwrecked the truck he���d spent a whole lot of time and money restoring. I figuredDubby���d come after me; instead, he avoided me like the plague.

Kids���and probably grownups, aswell���have a habit of embellishing things, so a few accidents I had absolutelyno connection to got attached to my name, allowing my infamy to grow.

That made for a prettystress-free existence, even after I graduated and went to state. There wereplenty of my graduating class who also went to the U, so my reputation traveledwith me.

College guys are a tad more worldlythan high schoolers, or so they say. Must have been true, because my ���Evil Eye���was mostly a subject of jocularity at parties. Life became easier.

Then I met a guy that made senseof my turbulent teenage years. I liked him. Hell, more than that, I covetedhim. I met Andrew Abley���I called him AA���on the tennis court early in thesemester. We played against one another for a few well-balanced games, then wehooked up as partners in doubles. When he played net, my eyes had a habit of strayingto his broad shoulders, trim hips, and supple thighs. And in the middle of onehotly contested game, it hit me��� right between the eyes. I lusted after thegood-looking, blond-haired son of a gun. I missed the next shot and almost costus the game. But after I recovered from the bombshell, I fought like a bansheeto win for my newly discovered querido. AA, of course, had no idea ofwhat was going on.

I���m normally a pretty placidguy. Meek even. Or maybe shy. But my newly discovered gay longings prompted mein some undetermined way to become aggressive, particularly on the tennis courtwhere AA and I interacted the most.

Apparently, he liked my newpersonality because we started meeting after classes and going places together.I���m not a drinker, and the first time he suggested a visit to the bar, I provedit. After a couple of drinks, he had to help me to the car. Right in the middleof a drunken rant about something or the other, I realized I liked my arm overhis shoulder, his over mine, and out hips bumping as we made our uncertain wayacross the parking lot. So instead of being embarrassed and begging off thenext time, I readily agreed.

It was Friday night, and thebar had a torch singer and band, requiring a buck cover charge. I wasn���t asuneasy in this foreign environment as the last time, so I halfway enjoyedmyself. AA picked out a blonde and danced a couple of times. He cajoled me ontothe dance floor with her brunette companion, and I could see where this wasgoing. Not where I wanted, at in the least.

My third drink took care of itall. I got sloppy and had to be helped to the car, spoiling the impendingfoursome. After he settled me into the driver���s side, he moved behind the wheel,and that���s when I about ruined everything.

���I slapped his knee. ���I reallylike you, Andrew Abley. I really like you.���

���And I really like you, KarlHuddleston. But I wish you held your liquor better.���

I hiccupped. ���Beginner,��� Imumbled, realizing my hand still rested on his knee. It didn���t want to comeoff. To hell with it. It could stay where it was, except it slipped halfway uphis thigh. Oh, well. That was a good place too.

���But I mean, I really, reallylike you,��� my mouth said. My hand moved a bit higher. Damn, they had mindsof their own Then my head did its own thing��� it flopped over on his shoulder.

Apparently, AA figured I���dpassed out because he mumbled. ���Me too, guy. Me too.���

He didn���t remove my hand, so Isorta shifted my weight like I was getting more comfortable. My hand slidhigher. I wasn���t touching his groin, but I was damned close. My fingers burned.

I was sorry when he pulledinto the dorm parking lot. I was so comfy��� hell, maybe I was looped. Just as Iwas about to make the final move and cup him, he pushed me away, unsnapped hisseat belt and got out. A moment later, he opened the passenger door, pulled meout of the car, and hauled me into the dorm.

���Again?��� someone asked. ���Maybehe needs AA.���

I almost snickered. I did needAA, but not the way he meant.

���He���s new to it,��� my AA���sdeep baritone answered. ���He���ll be okay.���

A few minutes later, he fishedmy keys out of my pants pocket���and that gave me a thrill���and dumped me on mybed. Still feigning unconsciousness, I listened to him breathe as he stoodbeside the bed.

���I oughta undress you,��� hemumbled aloud.

Do it! Do it! I shouted in mymind. But he didn���t. He covered me with my jacket and touched me on the chest.

���We gotta talk, tomorrow,amigo. Definitely tomorrow.���

Then he left for hisown room, leaving me with a painful erection and uneasy stomach.

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Do you believein stuff like that? Karl���s not sure he does, and he���s the presumed sorcerer inthis case. Does AA? I dunno, but he seems to be interested in something. Let���ssee where it goes from here.

 

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