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Informationen zum Autor Lee Hayes is the author of Passion Marks , A Deeper Blue , The Messiah , The Bad Seed , The First Male , and the editor of Flesh to Flesh , an erotica anthology. He is a native Texan and was awarded a master’s degree in public administration from Baruch College in 2005. He resides in the Washington, DC area. Klappentext Crazy in love: "A hyper-sexual seventeen-year-old high school boy develops a fatalistic crush on his reclusive high school English teacher. When the teacher rebuffs the boy's advances, all hell breaks loose and the upstanding teacher's life is put on the line. Hell hath no fury."--Amazon.com. CHAPTER 1 East Texas April 2002 I gritted my teeth and with all the force I could command, I hurled my body into the solid frame of my adolescent lover and sent his body flying off the rooftop. Jabari’s body plunged seven stories and crashed into the jagged rocks that jutted up from the ground like the fangs of an enormous primordial beast. I heard his body crack on the rough stones below. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. The unmistakable sound of death spun swiftly around my ears, causing me to become disoriented. I was dizzied and dismayed by what I had done. I stumbled clumsily backwards as a flood of emotions swelled within me. I tripped over a rusted pipe that lay diagonally across the commercial rooftop, but regained my balance by anchoring myself against the air conditioning unit that rose from the rooftop. I shook my head from side to side in wild disbelief and screamed silently into the night; horror stole my voice, but I could not free myself from the sound of his screams and the cracking sound of his body splitting the rocks below. The chilling sound of death would echo in my ears long after this night had passed. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. The breaking sound of Jabari’s body felt sharp and cut into my skin like a scalpel. I doubled over in pain and expelled a hot puff of breath when I felt a splinter of pain in my heart; it was as if my body had been deeply penetrated by one of the pointed stones below. Jabari’s pain was my pain, too, as if we were the Corsican brothers. I swallowed hard and steeled my disposition. With carefully measured steps, I moved closer to the edge of the building and stopped several feet from the ledge. I tried to propel myself farther, but my feet were held in place by a thousand pounds of guilt… and shame. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. I covered my ears with my hands. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. I could not free myself from the sound. It reminded me of the snapping sound the branches made when a strong summer storm violently tore them from the tree in my front yard and sent them crashing through my bedroom window. This cracking sound was not made by breaking branches, but breaking bones; yet, the sounds of both events were eerily similar. I stepped closer. I had to see, even as my heartbeat pounded ferociously in my chest. I wasn’t sure how I would react to the sight of my dead lover. My mind raced and a litany of unpleasant thoughts threatened to topple me. What would I see when I looked down? Oh my God! What have I done? Please God, let him be alive. In spite of my anemic pleading, I already knew the truth. No one could survive that fall. Not even Jabari. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. I teetered and tottered slowly to the edge of the building. My breathing was labored and dug deeply into my chest. In the distance, a thousand points of light punctuated the peaceful sky, in severe contras...
