*Note*- Hey people! Just a short note, this chapter holds mild angst, and a bit of violence.  I didn't want to do it, but it's the only way the story could advance well. So sorry for being cruel to the G-boys! 

"I'm driving you home again today Quatre.  Okay?" said my friend/self-appointed body guard named Trowa.

I sighed.

"Trowa, you really don't have to.  I'll be fine.  It's been a week now; I think they gave up."

"I don't want to run the risk.  I'm driving you home." he said finally.

Ever since that big fight with Catherine in the hallway, Trowa has been over protective all week, walking me to every class, driving me to and from school.  At first it was nice and I felt all special and fluffy inside, but now it's just plain aggravating.

"Fine." I said in my oh so threatening voice, and walked to class.

~At Lunch~

Another thing is, now Trowa even sits with me at lunch.  He and Heero get along great, they're both silent.  I think he's still trying to get use to Duo's….um…abnormality. 

"Hey."  I said in a dull voice, putting down my tray.

"Yo Quat, how much is the protection agency charging ya?" Duo asked in his normal happy voice.

"For the millionth time Duo, he's not making me give him money."

"Then how else are you paying him?  Nothing in life is free." he said giving one of those dreaded grins of his.

"If you're going to turn this into some sort of sick joke, I don't want to hear it."

"Damn."

I flopped into my seat and started poking at my lunch, one time in my freshman year I swear I found a cockroach leg in my mashed potatoes, since then I've never been hungry at lunch.

"If you're so tired of him following you, then why don't you tell him to leave you alone?" a quiet, deep voice.

Duo dropped his milk and I gave a wide-eyed stare.  Heero had spoken.  Not monosyllabic grunts, but actual, non-fragmented sentences!  Maybe his speech pattern is finally evolving.

"I…I…well I…..my God you do speak!"

Heero gave his grunt for 'yes' and sipped his milk, but at least he had made a valid point.

Shortly after, Trowa came up and set his tray down.

"Hey Quatre.  Nobody's bothering you right?"  He asked, looking around the cafeteria.

I glared at him when he wasn't looking.

"You go from silent and emotionless to over protective and paranoid in the course of one day.  How many personalities are you keeping in there?"  I wanted to ask him…but then I  decided to say something a bit meaner, this whole protect the small blonde boy thing had made me bitchy.

"Trowa would you just stop it!" I yelled.

I didn't notice, but Duo later told me that the whole room had gone completely silent.

Trowa gave me a surprised look, the equivalent to a mild blank look in normal standards.

"I'm not some type of helpless kitten that you have to watch constantly alright!  I'm capable of watching out for myself, walking home, and down the halls at school!" I screamed to him.

"What are you saying?"

"And the award for dumbest question of the year goes too…"

"I'm saying to leave me the fuck alone!  I appreciated it in the beginning but not you're becoming a god damned stalker!  It's creepy!"

"And slightly hot, but saying that ruins the mood."

Trowa had his hands on the tray, staring at it.

"Fine." he said shortly and left.

The noise in the cafeteria started up again as I sat down in my seat.

"Meow." Duo said in a surprised voice.

I shot him a glare that could probably have killed a small insect if it had stared directly at me.  Anyways, that shut the braided idiot up for about two seconds before he started up again.

"You know the whole place was quiet when you were yelling at him, everyone heard the whole thing." Duo said, picking at his 'food'.  (See, told ya he would tell me later.)

"And I give a shit because…." I snapped sarcastically.

I could feel Heero's glare upon me.  Duo snorted.

"You don't have to get all pissy with everyone Quatre." Duo told me.

"Fuck off Duo; I don't want to hear you lecture me." I snarled, and stormed off.

~After School~

Okay, so getting Duo and Heero pissed at me wasn't one of my best ideas, because that meant I was completely alone for the rest of the day. 

I was walking home, mentally beating myself up for being an asshole to the people I cared about, but I was at least a tiny bit happy about not having Trowa as stalker/body guard anymore.

While thinking about this, I was suddenly grabbed from behind, and jerked backwards to the ground.  I felt someone taking my backpack, and heard it thrown to the side. 

I looked around.

"Oh shit, I'm screwed."

It was Catherine, the evil pom-pom people, and to make matters worse, the gorilla-like foot ball players.

"Good afternoon rich boy." One of them said to me, giving me one of those creepy, psychopath looks.

"Uh…good afternoon…sir." I said meekly, looking up at them.

They started laughing.

"The faggot called me sir! Can you believe it!" the guy said, laughing hysterically.

I winced.

"Great name calling."

One of the cheerleaders, I think her name was Angela, insulted me next.

"Aw, is the kitty gonna cry?  Poor little kitty, all alone with no one to protect him." She said in an extra sweet baby voice.

I glared at her.

"Shut up you pom-pom holding bitch.  I don't need shit from you, or your crappy insults." I hissed.

She gave this over dramatic gasp, and one of the gorillas…er…football players got an angry look, I guess it was her boyfriend.

"Shut your fucking mouth you queer ass prick." he spat.

"Piss off ya over grown Neanderthal." I hissed, getting off the ground.

And that was the last straw.

The cheerleaders backed away as the football players moved in.  One of them jabbed me in the gut, then the Neanderthal came at me in the face when I doubled over from the first blow. 

I don't know how many names they called me, or how many times they hit me, but I tried hard not to cry.  I know I'm a whimp, but I couldn't let them know it.  A few times I swung at them, but missed, they just laughed more. 

Everything was blurry and fuzzy when I started hearing my tormentors yelling.  Not at me, at someone else.  It took me a while before I realized that they were gone.  I felt someone trying to lift me up by the arm, and I instantly jumped back.

"It's okay Quatre, it's me.  Just hold on." this voice told me.

Everything went dark after that. 

~Somewhere…I Just Don't Know Where Yet~

My eyes fluttered opened.  I was in some room that I don't remember ever being in.

"Did the mother ship come and get me?" I asked in a weak voice.

I heard small laughter.

I jumped up, very bad idea.

"Owie…my tummy." I squeaked.

"Lay back down Quatre, you're still hurt." one of the aliens said.

I looked around, and where I expected to see a little green alien, I found Trowa.

"Trowa?"

He smiled, like a normal person, and walked over to the couch I was sitting on.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Where the hell am I?" I asked, looking around.

"Not on the mother ship."

I blushed.

"Sorry."

Unexpectedly Trowa but his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"It's alright Quatre.  They did a number on you.  Hold still, this might sting."

Trowa pressed a wet cloth to my forehead.

I winced again.

"I'm sorry did that hurt?" Trowa asked, and kissed the spot on my forehead that had stung.

I looked at him in complete shock.

"You sure I'm not on the mother ship, or am I dead?" I asked, completely serious.

Trowa put a small, sad looking smile on his face.

"You're not dead, and you're not with aliens." he said.

He was gonna say something important.

"Quatre, when I drove by my so called friends, and saw that they were hurting someone, I got out of my car to stop them, and then when I saw it was you they were hurting…I was furious.  I chased them off, and when you blacked out….I realized that I really did care about you."  he said in a steady, quiet voice.

This time I broke routine and said something.

"Trowa…you care about me…more than just a friend?" I asked softly.

"Yeah."

The guilt factor came in at full swing.  I felt like the world's biggest jerk.

"Trowa…I-I'm sorry for…for what I said today.  I was an asshole.  I deserved what those guys did to me." I said softly, I could feel my eyes tearing up.

Trowa hugged me, and I buried my face in his shoulder.

"It's all right.  I'll forgive you the first time, but you'll have to make the next time up to me." he said.

I laughed through the tears on my face.

"Alright, it's a deal." I said, and nuzzled his shoulder.

There was a happy cuddling pause.

"Trowa, does this mean we're like….boyfriend and uh….boyfriend?" I asked curled up in his lap.

"I guess so."

I smiled.

"Then, can you make me something to eat and bring it to me?" I asked innocently.

"Lazy bum." Trowa muttered.

I giggled.  "Thank you sweetie."

TBC

~*Author's Note*~

Yes, yes, I know it's late. But better than never.  School started again…whoo.  And for a while I was too pissed off to continue.  I got flamed twice, I mean, I'm not complaining, it happens, but this guy said I should die for writing gay fan fiction.  I don't mind the, I hate yaoi, but you insult me as a person and I'm gonna be the bitchiest thing you've ever seen, but I'm getting over it. *crushes soda can* oops…..anyways, again, sorry for the stereotypes, I don't mean them.  I'm friends with football players and I hold not current death wish.  Anyways, ja!

-BlackStar