The Highschool Years 4/?
By: Hotaru
Warnings: possible yaoi, a tad bit of racial slurs. I know I shouldn't even put them in because they might offend someone. I know what it feels like! Please don't hate me…L and some bad language too
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The next day at school, Heero and Wufei were sitting at the lunch table. Heero was telling Wufei about something he over heard the baseball players talking about. "Now, explain this to me again." Wufei said, still confused. Heero sighed exasperated and said, "Ok, I over heard some guys from the baseball team talking. They said that they were going to get someone to beat you up. They never actually said you but they mentioned…:low mumble:"
Wufei peered at Heero, and said, "What?" Heero looked up nervously and mumbled, "They mentioned a…chink." Wufei's face twisted slightly as he murmured an "oh". Heero closed the book he was supposed to be reading and sighed. "Heero, I'm not the only asian boy in this school." Wufei said. Heero nodded and glanced towards a group of players who just entered the cafeteria. "It was those guys over there. They mentioned me, the 'homework nerd' so I assumed it was you." He said quietly. Shrugging, Wufei went back to reading.
The group of players made their way over to Wufei and Heero's table. "Hey..you." one of them said., motioning at Wufei, who in return looked up. "Yes?" he asked. "One of our guys has a problem with you…and he wants to settle it today after school." The boy replied. Wufei almost had to stiffle a giggle as he took in the other boy's looks. His face looked like a donkey's and it seemed like he ran into too many light posts as a child. "I have things to do." Wufei replied, looking down at his book.
Angered, the other boy smacked the book out of Wufei's hands and it slammed to the floor, causing a hundred pairs of eyes to look in their direction. "Don't ignore me like that!" the boy shouted. Wufei raised an eye brow and went to pick up his book. "If I were ignoring you I wouldn't have responded." He replied smart assed. The boy seemed almost—confused. "Today, after school on the field. Be there!" he said, before storming out of the cafe. [1]
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Quatre yawned tiredly as he tried desperatly to pay attention in class. He couldn't get much sleep last night, and was falling asleep. "Mister Winner! Explain to the class why this is a non-polar bond." His chemistry teacher said in a shrill voice. Quatre removed his head from the desk and looked down at his notes. "Because the bond is between two of the same non-metals." He said. [2] The teacher nodded and went back to the board. Quatre's thoughts shifted to Trowa, who had held him in his arms for so long after the argument with his father.
/Trowa. You're so kind and caring…it would be wonderful if I could live with you instead of my asshole father./ The bell rang, making Quatre jump. He headed outside and was greeted by a pair of forrest green eyes. "Trowa! What are you doing here?" Quatre asked excitedly. Trowa smiled as they walked to Quatre's next class. "I thought it'd be nice to meet you." Trowa said smoothly. "Hey thanks for yesturday. I really needed it." Quatre said quietly. Trowa pat Quatre's back and said, "No problem. I think you should tell him off though, really! Tell him you need to be able to live a little."
Quatre shuddered at the thought. "Nah…I don't think that'd work too well." He said grimly, stopping outside his next class. Trowa smiled faintly and replied, "If things don't work out you can always move in with me and Cathy. Don't forget that. I better go, see ya!" Quatre smiled at Trowa's retreating figure before he ducked into class after the bell had rung. /I have to stand up to him. He has to know that…that…I can't live like this anymore!!/
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Throughout the day, Wufei couldn't help but worry about what Heero had said. /It is not a problem. The baseball team is full of jocks who only know how to use their fists and not their heads. Woah… Something Chen [3] said actually stuck with me!/ When the final bell of the day rang, Heero was waiting outside Wufei's class. "Why are you going to come?" Wufei asked grimly as they headed outside. "It's the least I can do. I did get you into this mess after all." Heero replied. Wufei smirked, but his smile faded when the entire base ball team was waiting outside.
"Well, look who's decided to come." One of them sneered. Wufei sighed and placed his bag on the floor. "Can we get this over with? I have things to do." He said, in a fighting stance. "Oi, Maxwell! This chink over here is the one!" Wufei's eyes widened. /Maxwell? It can't be…/ Sure enough Duo came through the crowd and stopped a few feet in front of Wufei. He grinned and said, "Hey Fei! What are you doin' here?" Wufei wrinkled his brow. "I've been challenged." He replied, straightening and losing his fighting stance. Duo turned towards the other members of the team with an angered look on his face.
One of them took a step forward and said, "What are you waiting for Maxwell? Kick the Chinese bastards ass!" And then, something unexpected happened. Duo walked towards that kid and started punching him. "What kind of sick joke is this you little shit?!" he shouted angrily. The boy underneath him was trying to fight back, but he couldn't. A few other teammates pulled Duo away. "What the fuck is up with you Maxwell?!" the boy shouted, holding his now broken nose. Duo nodded towards Wufei and spat, "He's my friend you shit." Wufei didn't know what to do. Duo defended him, over his teammates.
"And don't call him those names, unless you want me to break your balls too." Duo said angrily, stomping away. Wufei and Heero followed after him quickly. "Thank you…" Wufei said quietly. They stopped at a bench near school and Duo flopped down. "Gods…I can't believe this shit!" he spat. Wufei sat down next to him and said, "I…It's okay Duo." The american shook his head violently. "I am so, so sorry Fei. I didn't know it was you. They just told me some kid beat up my friend…" he said quietly. Wufei smiled and pulled out a white handkerchief and wrapped it around Duo's bleeding knuckles.
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Quatre and Trowa stood outside the Winner mansion. "You have to do this Quatre. You've got to stand up to him." Trowa said quietly. Quatre took a shaky breath and headed inside. "I know but..I'm scared." He said as they paused outside Niice's study. Trowa put his hand on Quatre's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't be scared little one, I'll make sure you're safe." And with that, Quatre pushed open the doors and stormed inside. "Father, we need to talk." He said sternly. Niice looked up from his desk and frowned. "Shouldn't you be studying?" he asked.
In a fit of anger, Quatre picked up a glass paper weight and threw it against the wall. "No father, I shouldn't! I don't have any tests tomorrow, I don't have any tests on Saturdays! It's Friday night! I'm not going to study. I'm going out..with Trowa." he shouted. Niice stood up. "What are you saying Quatre? You will not disobey me." He said angrily. Quatre kept his ground and said, "Oh yes father. I won't obey you any more. I will do what I want whenever the fuck I feel like." Niice raised his hand and slapped his son.
Trowa bit his lip. Quatre smirked and slapped his father back. "How dare you hit your own father!?" Niice shouted, holding his hand to his face in shock. Quatre clenched his fists and shouted "How dare you hit your son? How dare you deprive your son of what he wants?! How dare you keep me locked in this goddamn house all day with nothing to do but study?! I don't want to be a scholar, I don't want to be a damn nerd and I don't want to fucking live with you!!!" Niice was taken back as Quatre ran out of the study and to his room.
Trowa watched concerned as his friend started throwing his things into a duffel bag. "Heh..I did it! I finally told him off.." Quatre mumbled, putting a picture of his deceased mother carefully ontop of his clothes. "Calm down now Quatre. You're hyperventalating. Breathe…" Trowa whispered soothingly, taking Quatre into his arms and rubbing his back. Quatre's breating slowed and he was calm again. "Open this door now!!" an angry voice shouted from behind the door. Quatre shook in fear in Trowa's embrace as his father kicked the door open.
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Hotaru
[1] In my school they always call the cafeteria the cafe not pronounced as café but like calf. :shrugs:
[2] I remember my chem work from today! Booya!
[3] Wufei calls his dad Chen to honor him I guess.