So, I started living at Duo's. We lied and told his parents that my dad had gone away on business and that my sisters had all gone to friend's houses. Okay so the likelihood of 29 people all going to a friend's house the exact same weekend isn't very high, but no one ever said Duo's parents were bright. Come on, they think Duo is innocent for Christ's sake!
It wasn't too bad there either. I got to listen to hard rock, pig out on junk food, funny how I did all this sinful stuff inside the house of a preacher…..does that count against me? Do I get damned to Hell now? The best part was having a bathroom…TO MYSELF. Not sharing it with three other sisters who complained about cramps and make up 24/7.
I decided to wait and talk to Trowa at school. I didn't call him all weekend, it drove me mad. But I think it might've driven Duo a bit madder, because one night he tied me up and stuffed me in a closet and told me to be quiet. Of course not long after I heard lots of moaning and banging from outside. So I'm still debating between going insane or being horny, but knowing Duo, it's both.
~Monday Morning~
"Duo! Hurry up! I wanna get to school!!" I call upstairs, jumping around impatiently.
Duo didn't answer.
"Duuooooo!!!" I whine.
I heard a loud crash and saw Duo's half asleep form trudge down the stairs. I jumped around more, if a put a hole in the Maxwell's floor, it would be irrelevant.
"Hurryhurryhurry!! Let's go!"
Duo gave a big yawn and hit me in the back of the head.
"Shut up Quat. It's too early."
"Well maybe if someone's boyfriend had gone home at a more reasonable hour you wouldn't feel so tired."
Duo glared, he glares like a chipmunk in the morning.
"2 a.m. is perfectly reasonable Quatre. Honestly, don't you have any fun? And what teenager actually wants to go to school on time, on a Monday, or any day?"
I gave him my best 'are-you-stupid?' look.
Duo countered with an excellent 'no-and-I-know-I'm-in-denial-but-I-won't-admit-the-actual-truth' look.
"It was a rhetorical question Quat."
I smirked.
"Sure it was, and I'm the Queen of England."
Duo gave a deep bow.
"Your majesty. I always thought there was something feminine about you."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm gay remember? Or
did you forget that along with the time while your boyfriend was riding you ALL
NIGHT LONG!?"
Duo stepped back.
"Ouch. Bitchy. Is it your period again Quatre? Do you need some Midol?"
"Just shut up and let's go."
It turns out that Duo gets his rides to and from school from Heero. So we had three close encounters with a wall, nearly flattened a poor, innocent squirrel, and almost gave some woman's house an open living room, because those two couldn't keep their hands off each other! Geez! That's one couple that'll never need Viagra.
~At School~
Duo tugged on my arm.
"Quat look! There's Trowa!"
I started looking in all possible directions; up, down, diagonal, left, right, north, south.
"Where? Where?"
Duo grabbed my head and pointed it in the right direction. Straight ahead.
"Go get 'em lover boy!" Duo shouted and shoved me forward.
I grinned.
"Off to pay another visit to the equipment room Duo?"
Duo winked.
"Gotta keep my equipment checked."
"And in his case, that's at least twice a day." Heero added, smirking.
Duo pouted.
"Stop it Hee-chan! You make me sound like a whore!"
Heero put an arm around Duo's waist possessively.
"You are a whore. My whore."
I made a face like I was throwing up.
"Can you say toothache? Enough with the sexual fluffy moments. I gotta go." I said and waved bye to my two horny friends.
I hurried after Trowa, shoving through the crowds of oblivious, sleepy teens.
"Trowa! Hey Trowa wait up!"
He didn't turn around. I continued following him and calling his name.
"TROWA!"
This time he turned around. When I saw who he was with, I skidded to a halt.
Trowa gave me the coldest glare I'd ever seen. I swear my blood turned to ice on the spot.
"What do you want?"
I think my bones shrank in fear, making me shorter.
I didn't like the looks I was receiving from Trowa's companions. For some strange, unexplained reason, Trowa was hanging around his old football buddies and their pom-pom people girlfriends. My boyfriend is hanging around the people who beat the shit out of me, right after I had the worst weekend of my life and need him more than anything. What the hell is going on here?
"Well?" Trowa asked, still trying to make me into permafrost.
My bones lost a few more inches. Great I'm gonna be a midget.
"N-nothing." I squeaked.
"N-nothing." One of the football players mocked.
"Get out of here loser. Trowa doesn't want you anymore." A cheerleader said smugly. Well, as smug as a blonde, bubblehead can get.
Yes I insult my own hair color.
Before they could throw anything else at me, I turned and walked away.
~Later~
Well after that glorious morning, it was pretty obvious that the rest of the day was gonna shit. Hell, the rest of my life would shit. I had lost the man I loved. And to Neanderthals and Pom-pom people no less. I was depressed all morning. Even watching Duo walk face first into an open locker didn't cheer me up.
The bell rang for fourth period and I went to my locker to exchange my books.
After a brief struggle with the 14th century piece of metal they call my locker, my books were released from captivity to be exchanged for new victims until our next encounter, I mean locker break.
When I finally got the piece of junk open, a small folded note fell out on to the floor. After retrieving my recently released captives, I mean books, books not captives! Okay all better, I picked up the note and read it.
Cat,
Meet me in the equipment room during 5th period.
-Pierre
"You're as lengthy in letters as you are in words Trowa. That is, if you can call a short, demanding sentence a letter."
Despite my depressed mood, I had to giggle at being called Cat and his signing it Pierre.
Feeling in a slightly better mood, I headed off to lunch and spilled everything to Duo.
~5th Period~
If you haven't figured it out by now, sneaking around isn't one of my fortes.
I quietly roamed the halls with a pass to the bathroom that Duo forged for me at lunch.
I came down the stairs, and then heard a door near by open. Out came Coach Williams, the football coach.
The floor magically turned to sticky glue, keeping my feet in place. Damn that magic floor wax, damn it all!!
The coach locked his door, then turned and went the other way so that his back was facing me. Bah, those damn Fates are toying with me again. Curse you!
The magic, sticky, floor wax releasing my feet, I started towards the equipment room.
I opened the door and snuck in.
"Hello?"
My voice echoed around the room, no answer.
I looked around the room and ended up in the back when someone quickly turned me around and my mouth suddenly got very warm and wet.
Finally allowed air to breathe again, I saw my mysterious kisser was Trowa…guess I should've seen that one coming.
"Trowa?"
"Cat I'm so sorry."
"Uh…it's alright."
Trowa shook his head.
"No it's not. Not until I give you an explanation."
I nodded.
"Go ahead."
He took a deep breath.
"Cat, your father called my father and told him I was seeing you. My father got so mad, he forbid me to see you anymore. That I had to give you the cold shoulder."
"Because your father's company and my father's company are huge rivals right?"
Trowa nodded.
"That and they hate each other."
I blinked.
"They what?"
"My father just told me this weekend. Apparently, both of our father's were in love with your mother, and when your father married her, my father couldn't stand it. And then when he heard she died, he blamed it all on your father, and ever since then, there has been this huge hate between the two of them. Pretty twisted huh?"
I stared blankly at him.
"M-my mom?"
Trowa nodded and gave me a huge hug.
"I'm sorry Cat. I never knew."
I buried my face in his shoulder, and mumbled an okay.
He let go of me.
"Quatre, I can't see you anymore. It's not that I don't want to, but you understand right?"
I nodded slowly, not crying though, I had a feeling this would happen. Plus I was still absorbing all this new information about my family.
"Trowa, there's something I want to tell you before you leave me..."
"What is it?"
I think I have magnets in my eyes, and the floor contains the opposite poles, because my gaze is always drawn to the floor at critical moments like this!
Trowa lifted my chin up.
"Tell me."
"I-I……I love you Trowa. I realized it over the weekend…when my dad was screaming at me."
Trowa kissed my forehead softly.
"I love you too Quatre."
We started kissing, and holding one another, so what if we miss English and French? This is way better.
"Take your shirt off Cat." Trowa whispered into me ear.
I'm lucky I didn't die from all the blood rushing to my face.
"What!?"
Trowa gave a tiny grin.
"I want to get as much out of this as I can before it all ends."
Don't you hate it when all those little voices start screaming different answers at you all at once and the obvious choice gets hidden among them? If so, welcome to my world.
"Trowa I-'
"I don't get to finish my sentence apparently." I thought quickly as he Frenched me right in the middle of my protest.
Once his tongue was in my mouth, all doubt and protest seemed to melt away into what became a very nice and long goodbye.
To be continued…
~*Author's Notes:*~
No yelling at me!!!!! I'm not gonna end it like that! That'd be retarded! And yes it'll be a happy ending. I'm gonna make it all better! Have patience people! Hehe, anyways, just getting all of that out of my system. Hope you enjoyed it. 'Til next time! Ja ne!
-BlackStar
