Cooldude_Jay
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I had tried out this idea with someone earlier, and I thought maybe I would give it another shot this time. 
Im looking for someone, who could be sensitive and at the same time, she should be able to 'teach' David, what he forgot, all over again.
PM me if you are interested.
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“Hey David! Want to come watch the basketball game?”
“Nah dude, I gotta go to class” replied David.
“Alright, I'll catch you later you faggot.” said Rick as he laughed. He knew how much David hated being called that.
David wasn't always the quiet guy that he now was. And with his 6 foot 4 inches frame and well built physique, you wouldn't expect him to be so either. A basketball school team player and a topper of his class, you'd expect him to be the centre of attraction, the one everyone wanted to be. But it wasn't so. Not so long ago, he had a girlfriend too, but not anymore. Now he felt like there wasn't anyone around anymore. And there was good reason for that.
A few months ago, David met with an accident, leaving him on crutches and with scars covering the left side of his face. A bike ride gone horribly wrong. It wasn't even his fault they said. He was rushed to the ICU immediately and his parents were called. Two surgeries and three weeks later, he returned home on crutches, doubtful whether he would ever play basketball again.
But there was still hope, the doctors promised that with the right physiotherapy and a little bit of exercise he would be back on his feet in some time. And the scars too were beginning to fade. But while all this happened, his girlfriend had broken up with him for someone else. And that was the final straw. David shut himself up. He had lost his smile.
6 months had passed. He no longer used crutches but he still used to feel nervous when a bike whizzed by him. He had even forgotten how to flirt with a girl. He had his small group of friends and found that was enough for him.
He limped into his class, plunked himself down at the back of the room and took out his book. It was Literature class, one of his favourites. “Just in time” he thought and looked up when the teacher walked in.
“Good Morning class, Mr. Smith is on leave for the next month and I'll be taking the class, my name is..”
Im looking for someone, who could be sensitive and at the same time, she should be able to 'teach' David, what he forgot, all over again.
PM me if you are interested.
*****************************************************************
“Hey David! Want to come watch the basketball game?”
“Nah dude, I gotta go to class” replied David.
“Alright, I'll catch you later you faggot.” said Rick as he laughed. He knew how much David hated being called that.
David wasn't always the quiet guy that he now was. And with his 6 foot 4 inches frame and well built physique, you wouldn't expect him to be so either. A basketball school team player and a topper of his class, you'd expect him to be the centre of attraction, the one everyone wanted to be. But it wasn't so. Not so long ago, he had a girlfriend too, but not anymore. Now he felt like there wasn't anyone around anymore. And there was good reason for that.
A few months ago, David met with an accident, leaving him on crutches and with scars covering the left side of his face. A bike ride gone horribly wrong. It wasn't even his fault they said. He was rushed to the ICU immediately and his parents were called. Two surgeries and three weeks later, he returned home on crutches, doubtful whether he would ever play basketball again.
But there was still hope, the doctors promised that with the right physiotherapy and a little bit of exercise he would be back on his feet in some time. And the scars too were beginning to fade. But while all this happened, his girlfriend had broken up with him for someone else. And that was the final straw. David shut himself up. He had lost his smile.
6 months had passed. He no longer used crutches but he still used to feel nervous when a bike whizzed by him. He had even forgotten how to flirt with a girl. He had his small group of friends and found that was enough for him.
He limped into his class, plunked himself down at the back of the room and took out his book. It was Literature class, one of his favourites. “Just in time” he thought and looked up when the teacher walked in.
“Good Morning class, Mr. Smith is on leave for the next month and I'll be taking the class, my name is..”
