Monday at school found Quatre more relaxed. He felt more comfortable and less defensive around others. It also found him wondering whether or not he should find Trowa.
'Sure, we're friends now I guess, but maybe I'm the only one that felt anything.' Quatre thought to himself while walking down the hall to his first class. 'And I don't want to be like a stalker or anything, and there's no way I'm gonna turn into a psycho groupie by asking around for his schedule…but I do want to see him again…what do I do?'
While Quatre was contemplating his dilemma, he didn't spot the young man watching him from the shadows. Jamie Collins watched with hunger as the blonde boy passed. He decided to make a move right then and there.
"Hi."
Quatre snapped out of his thoughts and looked sideways at the stranger. "Um, hello. Can I help you?"
"Maybe you can…" Quatre slowed to a stop as did Jamie. "I need some change for the phone. You see, I want to call your mother and thank her for delivering such a beautiful creature into this world."
Quatre scoffed. 'Is everyone gay at this school?' "Nice try, but my mother's dead."
"Your father then?"
"He's somewhere in Western Asia. Good luck trying to find him." He began walking again, but the strawberry blonde boy just continued to try.
"Let's try this again." Jamie cut Quatre off and stood in his way. He stuck his right hand out to the other blonde and smiled. "Hi. I'm Jamie Collins, and I'm no good with pick-up lines."
Quatre smiled slightly before shaking the other's hand. "Hello Jamie. I'm Quatre. And I'm going to be late to class." And with that, Quatre walked around the other boy and proceeded to go to class.
"Quatre…cute…"
* * *
Feeling uncharacteristically happy, Trowa hopped out of his classroom at the sound of the lunch bell. He hadn't seen his new blonde friend all morning and hoped to find him during the break. Just as he was about turn to go down some stairs he felt something attach onto his arm followed by the high-pitched squeal of "Trowaaaaa!!" Trowa looked down to see none other than the blonde head of Jenna Collins.
"Trowa, I missed you so much over the weekend. I swear I would have died if I didn't see you today."
"It's a shame you didn't…" Trowa mumbled.
"What did you say?" Jenna asked.
"Nothing. Do you mind? I'm trying to find someone." He said irritably, trying to pull his arm out of the girl's grasp but failing miserably.
"But Trowa, the girl of your dreams is right here." She fluttered her eyelashes at the boy.
"Jenna, will you please just let go?" Trowa was getting highly annoyed but resisted the urge to shove the girl away.
"You don't believe me? Here, I'll prove it to you." And with that, Jenna wrapped her arms around the tall boy's neck and captured his lips with her own. Trowa tried desperately to free himself from the girl who anxiously tried to slip her tongue into the mix. When he finally got the leech off, he noticed another blonde watching their performance.
"Quatre!" Trowa said, shocked.
Quatre stood there, watching with his mouth agape as Trowa stared right back at him. Jenna, curious as to who the other boy was, stopped her attack and stared at Quatre as well.
"Trowa who's this?" Jenna looked back up at Trowa who continued to stare into teal eyes.
Quatre broke his gaze with Trowa and looked at Jenna. He offered the girl a smile and said, "I'm nobody special. Don't worry about me, I was just about to head on out." And before anyone could say anything else, Quatre flew down the stairs and out of sight.
* * *
"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Quatre sat by the tree in the clearing with his face in his hands. "How could I be so stupid? Of course he's got a girlfriend. He's smart, rich, and gorgeous too. How could he not?" Quatre sighed. "And he's kind, and gentle…he's got all the qualities anyone could want in a boyfriend. Especially me…but then again…why would he want me? I'm a snot nosed prick with a stick up his ass and an agenda against the world…course he wouldn't…" Quatre sat up, his back flat against the tree as he fought the urge to cry. 'Why is this bothering me so much? Why do I even care? I knew I shouldn't have opened up to anyone. Look what happened because I did. Ugh.' He ran a hand through his hair. He sighed again and slumped over again. "That girl is so lucky to have him…if only…" 'If only nothing, Quatre. They've probably been together longer than you've been here…You've never had a chance and you never will…' His will weakened, a single tear slipped down Quatre's cheek, taking with it any hope he had left.
* * *
'Stupid Jenna. I should have shoved her off the moment she latched herself onto me.' Trowa thought angrily to himself. The whole lunch time, Jenna was still attached to his arm and she was awfully curious as to who the blonde boy was. All in all, she just wouldn't shut up. By the time he pried her off himself, lunch break was already over and it was then time for his next class. 'I need to find him. I need to explain. But where can I find him?'
Just then, a paper ball hit the back of his head. He looked at the direction it had come from to see Duo grinning at him. The braided boy nodded towards the paper and Trowa picked it up and opened it.
Hey Tro-man! Better snap out of it or else the teacher's gonna snap your neck in half! By the way, me and Hee-chan are gonna go to the movies with some friends. You comin' or what?
Trowa looked back over his shoulder at Duo and shook his head.
"You sure about that?" Duo mouthed.
Trowa just nodded. 'Besides,' he thought. 'I'll get to catch up with my brooding time…' He thought about the look on Quatre's face when he finally got Jenna off of his face. 'He looked so…lost…' Trowa sighed. 'And I feel lost, too…'
* * *
"Hey Kitty-Cat." Duo bounded up to the blonde after school was out. He threw an arm around his friend's neck and walked with him to the front of the school where his sister was supposed to pick him up.
"Hey, Duo. Where's Heero?"
"Practice. I'm gonna head over to the gym and watch him. You wanna come?" He grinned slyly at the smaller boy.
Quatre smiled a little. "No. Maybe another time." He sighed.
"Whoa, man, you okay? You look kinda…I don't know, out of it."
"I'm fine. Just tired I guess."
"You wanna catch a movie with me and Hee-chan later?"
"I don't know…"
"Come on, Q-man. Go home, rest up a bit, then me and Heero will pick you up later. We're taking a few friends with us, too."
"I don't know…I'll feel awkward."
"Cat, it's a movie. You sit in the dark watching a huge screen. No need to feel awkward. Especially since Fei's gonna force us to go straight home afterward."
"Fei?"
"Yeah. Chang Wufei. He's a real nerdy-guy. Likes to study and junk. He goes to a different school but likes to hang out with us St. Francis students. Says that all the kids at his school all walk around like they got sticks shoved up their asses."
"Duo!"
"Which is weird cause it's an all boys school…"
"Duo, stop that!" Quatre giggled.
"So you comin' or what?"
"If I say 'no'…"
"I'll drag you to the theatres anyway."
Quatre shrugged. "I guess it's a 'yes' then."
"Quatre!" Iria called from her car.
The blonde boy waved at his sister. "I'll see you later then, Duo."
"Later, Cat." Duo smirked as he watched Quatre's retreating back. "Match-maker, match-maker, make me a match…"
* * *
"Whoo!!! Go Hee-chan!!" Duo cheered from the bleachers.
"Maxwell, quiet down or get out of my gym!!" Coach Richards barked.
"I can't help it if my Heero looks so cute running down the court!"
"Maxwell, out!"
Duo just laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll quit. Sheesh." He walked to the front seats where number 23 was seated. Again. Duo plopped down and casually bumped Trowa's side.
Trowa looked at the braided boy. "What?"
"You sure you don't wanna come?"
"Duo I already told you I'm sure."
"Dang. Well, I thought that you might want to since…"
"Since what?"
"Well, you seemed kinda…'interested' in the new guy."
Trowa straightened up and faced his friend. "Wait, you mean Quatre's gonna be there?"
"Does it matter? You said that you weren't gonna go…" Duo smirked.
"Is he going, yes or no?" Duo merely nodded. "Then count me in. I'm there. What time? Which theatre? Do you need a ride? Does Quatre need a ride?"
"Dude, calm down. Movie starts at 8:30 at the theatre across the street from the ice cream parlor. I don't need a ride, Heero's gonna drive. And as for Cat, we were gonna pick him up but if you feel the need to..."
"I'm there. I'll pick him up, no problem."
Duo grinned. "Never thought it was."
Coach Richards blew his whistle, causing the two to turn their attention to him. "All right ladies. That's a wrap. Get plenty of sleep tonight. You'll need the energy for the big game tomorrow. Now, go hit the showers. And Barton, stop screwin' around and get your head in the game!"
"Actually Coach," Duo smirked slyly. "I think it's the lack of-oof!"
Trowa rolled his eyes at the boy he pushed onto the floor. He stood up and headed over to the locker rooms.
Heero walked to Duo and bent over his boyfriend who was sprawled out on the floor. "Serves you right, baka." He straightened up and followed the rest of the team to the lockers.
Duo sat up and watched his boyfriend. "Hey, where are you going?"
"Where do you think? To the showers."
The violet-eyed boy grinned mischievously. "Can I come?"
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own the GW characters but I do own the Collins Twins and Coach Richards.
In upcoming chapters, there will be more of the twins. And dear old Jamie seems to have an eye for the little Arab. Anyway, Duo's getting slick. Came up with his plan all by himself, he did. I think Duo's pretty smart except that he would rather goof around then study. I'm not sure where the whole "match-maker, match-maker, make me a match" came from but it was stuck in my head while writing this and so no, I didn't make that up. In fact, Duo's reciting it from his memory, just like me. Wow. And for the people who might think Trowa's very mean to Jenna, wouldn't you get mad at a fly that loved flying around your head and just wouldn't leave you alone?