A/N: Wow, I have way more inspiration for this story than I expected. I just want to keep writing and posting, hehe. Whoever reads this gets a gold star! But yeah, here you go, another brand spanking new chapter. Enjoy…

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, although I've been told I should ;)

Chapter 2: Call Me Tai

By: CA

The next morning I woke up feeling even less comfortable than the day before. I didn't want to go to school because I was afraid of seeing him again. It made no sense why I was afraid of that sarcastic prick; I had no respect for him and that should've been reason to ignore him even more. It was all just too weird! No one tried giving me a hand or even attempting conversation with me since third grade when I made it clear that I was not to be fucked with. I was the one person everyone knew to leave alone. So what was this kid's problem? Was he blind, deaf, retarded? I practically had a billboard floating above my head stating in bold letters:

Fuck off

See? That's a simple enough sentence! Fuck off! Go away! Be gone! Leave me alone! But he didn't, and it shocked me. So as I shuffled through the morning crowd that day only one thing came to mind: 'Please god, let me never see that prick again!'

Yeah, like I had the karma points stored up for that one…

As soon as I trudged up to my locker in my usual black attire I noticed the bushy hair out of the corner of my floating above my locker. I heaved an irritated sigh and gave a little sarcastic smile at the smiling demon scratching his head in front of my space. He didn't get the hint and spoke up in that same loud voice I was beginning to despise.

"Hey man, sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to intrude or anything." I grunted and brushed past his grinning form. I hoped that I could just ignore the fly and it would buzz away. But damn if flies aren't persistent.

"Okay then… If you need any other tips, just call Taichi Yagami. I'm the locker right next to ya." I had enough. I turned to him swiftly (partially out of anger and partially because I couldn't get my damn locker open again.)

"Let me make something clear, kid. I don't like you, got it? Now if you'll excuse me, I have classes to get to." I had used the old Yamato charm and whipped up the coldest sentence I could think of… But for some reason, the little demon wasn't phased at all. He just continued grinning like a mad-man at me. He shook his head slightly and reached around me with that talented hand of his and popped opened my locker like he had done yesterday. Without another word he grabbed his books and headed off into the sea.

God I hated him.

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Classes were horrible that day. Everything any teacher wrote on the board didn't mean a thing to my brain. Every line of chalk somehow molded into the face of the tanned boy who dared cross a line. I wasn't afraid of him, and I knew exactly why I was so interested in the prick; it was simply because he was interested in me. I didn't want to think about him or anything to do with him, but I was. And I was never one to stop the flow of my own mind, so what would it hurt to just think about him? I was bored and tired and for some reason his face brought an odd comfort that I enjoyed. I really liked the way his ugly hair sat upon his funny-shaped head; the way his chocolate brown eyes complimented his tanned, clear skin. It was only a picture in my mind; it wouldn't hurt to look.

The thing is, no one ever stopped to ask me anything, so how would they know my sexual orientation? No one knew my favorite color so why would they know that I liked guys instead of girls? It was no big deal to me; I didn't even care about nor have any time for that hormonal crap, so whether I liked dick or pussy was a moot point. But just for a frame of reference—I'm gay.

And beyond my impression of the boy, I was in no position to keep talking to him. When everything in your life is built around your father's schedule, anything else becomes undoable. Anything including friends or love interests get thrown in the back burned and ultimately are forgotten… I wasn't born a cold asshole; I was brought up to be where I am and I've done a pretty good job so far of not going crazy. And yes, there is the occasional guy I stare at longingly from time to time, but I never make a move to try anything. Besides, why would anyone want a kid like me?

And that was just it. I sat there the whole day thinking 'Why is he doing this? Why is this kid purposefully trying to get my attention? …And why is he so damn hot?' By the end of the day his form had etched its way permanently into my brain and ultimately into my interest. How could I help it? I'm only teenager! I have needs too!

At the beginning of the day I was dreading seeing his face again; by the end I was hoping to walk up and find him standing there with that goofy grin placed on face as usual. One day I hoped to wipe that grin off of his face and I could think of many—er—interesting ways of doing just that. But as with everything else in my mind, whatever I hoped for the opposite happened… I should really think about getting that fixed…

I stopped by my locker after school only to see him walking away with his arm strewn lazily over the shoulder of some girl. I could almost see the grin on his face shine through the back of his head and I vaguely recognized the slim figure next to him—Mimi was her name? I'd rather call her Whore; I like that title a lot more. (Yes, I just rhymed, wanna do something about it?)

The marked the first time in a long time I had gone out of my way to pursue something and much like every other time—I failed. I guess its obvious where the deep-rooted dislike for the female population comes from. All the guys like them and all I see are a bunch of fluttery pansy sluts out to be a prize. Women represent everything I hated along with everything I wished I was. Who better to take my anger out on than a bunch of selfish girls?

And that's when I saw it. Poking my feet on the ground sat a history textbook. I quirked an eyebrow and picked up the lone book and flipped to the owners page. At the very bottom of the hand-me-down list in bold ink letters was scrawled "TaichiYagami"… Him. Forgetting everything I ever learned about ego I scooped up the heavy book and ran ahead to catch up with the demon and his shoulder whore. There was no one pushing me to help the guy out, but I wanted to. I finally saw the bushel of hair stick up fro mthe crowd of heads and I caught up to him laughing and telling jokes with even more people now.

As soon as I puffed up to him he raised an eyebrow and his warm smile deepened tenfold. I looked up and suddenly remembered my ego, plastering a cold and detached expression onto my face. I smirked and held out the textbook.

"I'm not gonna play lost and found every day," I flipped to the page with his name sarcastically "Taichi." He only chuckled at that and took the book from me. Everyone else in the group I noticed were giving me death stares—not like I wasn't used to that. Taichi just looked at me seriously and said, "Just call me Tai." Before turning and walking away with his bastard and whore posse in tow.

I hate it when other people get the last word. But the way he said his name, so short and sweet made chills run down my back. The demon's face was receding into an angel's and I couldn't do anything to tell my brain and heart otherwise. For no reason, I was starting to like this new arrival.

I was beginning to like----Tai.

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I hope you liked the chapter; I'll get the next one out soon.

Love

CA