I was livid.
She approached me with that arrogant smirk on her face and I lost it. As soon as she got close enough I jumped on her. We fell to the ground and I pinned her before nailing a strong punch to her left eye.
I remember she screamed, not with fear, but with anger, and scratched my face with her nails.
We wrestled around on the floor of the AV room, literally trying to rip each other apart. Ms. McKoy, who was still in the room, at one point tried to pull us apart; only to receive a sharp, painful kick to the shin. She then hobbled off to get help.
Help apparently wasn't that far off, not long after Ms. McKoy limped away, a pair of strong hands locked my arms from behind and dragged me off of Relena.
I was quite pissed at being taken away from my prey, but upon viewing my work I did feel a slight twinge of satisfaction. Relena's nose was broken and bleeding, she sported a number of bruises and scratches and a wicked black eye from my first punch.
Though, much to my dismay, Relena did not hit like a girl, more like a full grown, 6 foot 8, football player on steroids; but on the up side she didn't fight like a 6 foot 8, football player on steroids. My shins were dotted with purple and blue splotches from those damn high heels of hers and I had scratch marks all on my face and arms, a busted lip and even a bite mark on my neck, I don't know how I'm gonna explain that one to Heero.
A large crowd had formed in the AV room. Relena and I still struggled against our captors, still anxious to beat the shit out of one another. When our struggle failed, we opted for verbal insults.
"You bitch! You prissy, spoiled, God-damned whore!" I screamed.
"Better that than a cross-dressing faggot!" she hissed and some of the students cheered.
I spit at her, flecks of blood floated in it.
"So I'm a fag, so what? I still took Heero from you. You had the boy of your dreams taken from you by a fucking pansy!"
Screams and cheers echoed through out the room and into the hallway. Students jumped around, pushing and shoving. Whoever was holding Relena had let go of her.
As if from a classic Hollywood cat fight, Relena grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled on it hard; snapping my neck to the side. The person holding me wouldn't let go. The whole AV room had turned into a riot. Ms. McKoy and the other teachers couldn't get anywhere through the crowd of students.
"Hey fag." I heard a voice growl, only to be followed by a strong punch to the stomach. I jerked forward, coughing, I then glanced upwards.
A blonde, pretty-boy with cruel amber eyes stood over me. Relena stood next to him, her arms draped around him possessively.
"Duo, I'd like you to meet the real boy of my dreams, Damon." Relena gushed in an overly sweet voice.
I glared up at him from the floor.
"Damon, this freak has been bothering me. Can you take care of him?" Relena whined.
Damon grinned at me while cracking his knuckles.
"Why sure sweetie." He answers, raising his fist.
I readied myself for a very nasty blow to the face, but it never came.
I peeked an eye open to see Heero standing over me and blocking Damon's punch.
"Lay off of him. He's mine." Heero growled.
Before Damon could respond, Heero slugged him and knocked him flat on his back. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the crowd.
"Come on!"
And I was whisked away from the pit of high school Hell.
With all of the commotion in the AV room, no teachers were able to stop us from running out of the building and straight for the parking lot. About halfway through the parking lot we realized no one was going to follow us, so we might as well just walk.
We walked along in a strange silence, both of us looking in the other direction. It just about drove me crazy, because being the motor-mouth that I am I do not get along with the whole silence thing.
"Heero…."
"…"
"Heero, I……I'm sorry."
I stopped. I could feel myself beginning to cry and I already felt bad enough about wrecking Heero's life, so I didn't want him to have to comfort me on top of it all. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and gave a pathetic sniff.
"Dammit, I feel like a kicked puppy; probably look like one too."
"Duo, don't do that."
I sniffed again, now I sound like a kicked puppy dog with a cold, even better.
"I'm not trying too. Really I'm not."
I think I heard a small, short laugh, one of those 'aw he's so cute when he feels like shit' laughs, but I don't know.
Tears were just pouring down my face now and I'd stopped wiping them away, my fingers were getting all wrinkly. I stood with my back to Heero, trying to tell my stupid emotions to shut the Hell up and go away.
Heero wrapped his arms around me from behind.
"Don't cry Duo. Everything will be fine." He whispered into my ear.
"How can you see that? The whole school knows now! It won't be long before our parents find out, and then I'll have to move again! Just like the last time and the time before that and the time before that!" I snapped at him, now bawling like a five year old.
Heero then did something rather odd, well…not odd, more like random and out of place. He shoved me up against the door of his car and kissed me hard on the lips. Okay, so it was nice and all that, but I'm crying my eyes out; getting someone's tongue shoved down my throat is a polite, personal way to say, just shut the fuck up, you're giving me a headache.
"Get in the care, I'll take you home."
Oh yeah, that's a nice romantic thing to say after a kiss like that. That boy is in some serious need of some class, I think a chick flick marathon is in order.
I nodded slowly in a very awkward state and got in the passenger's seat.
We had a silent, yet nice, ride back to my house. When we arrived, my mother was at work, I'd be all by myself.
Heero's car pulled up next to my driveway, but I didn't get out. I stared bleakly at my empty home. For once in my life, I had managed to find happiness in one of my many moves, but now it had been shot to Hell by a life size Barbie doll on a power trip. I didn't want to leave Heero, I loved Heero. Why does this always happen to me? Great, here I go crying again.
I hurriedly wiped the tears away, but they didn't go unnoticed. Heero leaned over and kissed one away.
"Heero…I-I don't want to go in there. I don't want to have to face my mother…" I softly said into his shoulder.
"Duo, she's not even home." Heero told me softly.
"I don't care. I just don't want to be all by myself and have to wait for her to scream at me again."
Heero gave a heavy sigh, a sign that he's giving in. I win.
I looked up at him slowly with……the puppy eyes.
"Don't start that." He muttered and looked away.
"Start what?" I asked looking up from his shoulder.
He half smiled at me.
"You know what I mean. Come on, you can come to my house."
He threw an arm over me as he pulled the car to the drive on the right instead of the left.
Heero's house was the Hell of a lot different than I expected. For one thing it was completely spotless. The hospital was a junkyard compared to this place. All the furniture was coordinated and modern, lots of black leather and steel. It looked like one of those dream homes you see in magazines, you know, the ones that look amazing, but not lived in?
"Wow…you're parents must be rich to afford all this." I uttered in amazement as we walked inside.
Heero shrugged.
"Holy shit! Is that a big screen??" I hopped over the black sofas to get a better look at the giant plasma screen that towered before me.
"You sure cheer up easily."
I turned and grinned from ear to ear. I do cheer up easily. I can't help it, I just don't like staying down in the dumps, I'd rather be happy. I waved the remote at him.
"Can I turn it on? Can I? Can I?"
Heero slumped down next to me, much less amused.
"Sure, go ahead. Over seven hundred channels and there's still nothing on."
"That can't be true. Seven hundred channels? Come on, there's gotta be something."
There wasn't.
It hadn't even been ten minutes before we'd settled on making out while a Martha Stuart rerun ran in the background.
Heero lay on top of me kissing me with a bit more force than usual.
"No more surprises under there?" he muttered into my ear; his hot breath covering my ear.
"Pretty sure. Unless they changed without my notice."
Heero licked the side of my neck and I couldn't help but moan and feel like I was melting into a puddle of horny goo.
He lifted up my shirt. His hands were warm and roamed up my back. He kissed me from my collar bone down to the top of my jeans.
I swallowed hard.
I'm not gonna lie, I'd never been so hard in my life. But I was also scared, I'm not used to getting this far with anyone, especially not a guy who knows I'm really a guy and still wants to fuck me anyway.
"Let's finish upstairs." Heero whispered to me hoarsely.
Finish!?
I only nodded my head, almost sleepily, and Heero dragged me up off the couch and headed to some stairs.
I felt dazed, as if I were in one of those dreams you get when you're half awake and half asleep.
I vaguely remember stumbling up the stairs while getting my shirt thrown off and my shoes kicked away.
Next thing I know I was loosely shoved onto a soft, unmade bed and having Heero crawl over me and undo my jeans.
"Heero I've –"
"I know."
"Have you?"
"No."
"Are you?"
"Yeah."
"Will it hurt?"
"Probably."
Heero was completely out of his cloths and hovering over me. I tried not to look down, and failed miserably. I felt my face heat up from blushing and looked the other way.
To be continued…
Author's Notes: HA!!!! I finished and……………I was evil and cut it off right when it was getting good. Don't worry pets, there will be a nice little limey lemon in the next chapter. And I confess, I stopped there because I was loosing too much blood from nose bleeds from attempting to right more of that scene. So if the page looks kinda red, that was me and my fantasizing, I was a bad girl. But when the room stops spinning I'll finish it in the next chapter.
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-BlackStar