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Author's Note: So I was shocked to find the kind of feedback I did for this story, lol. Thank you guys so much, I never expected this would go over well at all. It really was just a joke between my sister Patty and I, lol, and we posted it as such. But anyhow, I love you guys, thanks again. Also, I was going to extend this chapter to much longer than it is but I thought, what the hell, why not drag out the suspense? So you don't meet all the boys in this chapter, but David does run his mouth quite a bit. Next chapter I promise we'll meet the rest of the boys - Blink, Mush, and of course Spot, who I absolutely adore. Thanks again to Patty for giving me the basic idea for him lol.

As soon as I got home I started getting ready. This would be my first official social outing in my new hometown, and I would make sure it went off without a hitch. I showered quickly and blow dried my hair into perfectly sleek shiny-ness. I put on just a little make-up; no need to over do it. Picking out clothes was what always took the longest. Eventually I settled on dark blue jeans and a lavender tank, a little revealing but the color went nice with my hair.

I was so excited I could hardly sit still. Sure, David hadn't been very promising at first, but after meeting Tony, I thought there might be some hope for his other friends. And he had practically fallen in my lap, after all, it had to be fate or something, right?

My dad still wasn't home when David pulled up in his old beater of a car, so I scribbled him a note and left it on the fridge. I grabbed my purse and ran outside. Hopping in the front seat, David seemed to grimace. "Alright," he said, "But when we pick up Jack, you'll have to get in back. Jack always gets shotgun."

I nodded with a smile. "So how many people are going to be there?" I asked conversationally.

David pursed his lips slightly, "Same people as always – me, Jack, Tony, Brian, Michael, and Shawn."

I nodded. All boys. Not so bad …

We pulled up in Jack's driveway and I moved to the back as I'd promised.

We sat waiting for several minutes before David started getting annoyed. "You know, we go the same time every week. You'd think he'd have figured it out by now," he said, laying on the horn. "By the way, Jack's a little arrogant sometimes. You'll get used to it. Whatever you do, don't say anything that might inflate his ego any more."

A second later, my heart stopped beating. Walking down the drive was the boy from my math class that I'd sworn to marry. He was still in rugged looking jeans and a pink band shirt still stretched tight against his chest, the cap was still there, the brim pulled down just enough to hide his eyes, and he had that to-die-for grin. He sauntered over to the car and climbed in.

"Jesus, you're so impatient, Dave."

David rolled his eyes and jabbed a thumb in my direction. "Jack, this is Taylor. Taylor, Jack."

Jack swiveled in his seat to look at me. He gave me a little head bob and grinned. "Good to know ya," he said, with just the slightest hint of an accent. I melted.

"Uh huh …" I managed breathlessly.

Jack raised an eyebrow at me and turned back around. "Dave, ya brought a mute?" he laughed.

David chuckled. "She's new; just give her a bit to adjust. Anyhow, it was Race who asked me to bring her – it wasn't my idea."

I pouted. "Hey, guys, I'm right here …"

Jack laughed a little, "Yeah, you'll have to excuse Dave, he can never keep his mouth shut." Jack shot David a playful punch to the arm. "Geez Dave, try and be a little nicer, huh?"

I couldn't help myself smiling at David's outrage.

We drove a little longer and then David spoke up again. "You think we should pre-warn her about some of the guys?" he asked Jack.

Jack just shrugged, rolled down the window, and lit a Camel.

"Oh God, you know I hate when you smoke …" David mused, but Jack just fiddled with the radio and lounged further into his seat.

David rolled his eyes and looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Well, I guess I better tell you some things before we get there. First, well, you met Tony already. He's nice, just a little out there, if you know what I mean. He writes for the school newspaper - all kinds of crazy controversial stuff. Last week he wrote a piece on how our principal is a leader in the child pornography industry; the week before that was about how LSD should be legalized, at least in the art department, as a means of channeling creativity to students."

I gaped, "Can he do that?"

David laughed, "Freedom of the press. Anyhow, he really is a terrific writer – words just come easier to him than to the rest of us I suppose, despite how he may choose to use them. He has written a few valid pieces, I think. Last year he did a humanity story on the injustice of the school's zero-tolerance policy."

"What's that?" I asked curiously.

"Basically, the school refuses to accept anyone who doesn't fit their strict idea of what a student at Pulitzer Academy should be: the straight, Caucasian student who plays baseball and gets straight A's."

I frowned, "That's shitty."

"I agree," David nodded, "and Tony's criticism of the school's close-mindedness was fantastic. I'll have to show you that article sometime. But as long as we're on the subject of baseball, I'll you about Brian."

"Sure," I said, honestly eager to hear more about David and Jack's group of friends.

"Brian is the pitcher on the varsity baseball team-"

"He must be good," I interrupted.

David laughed, "Yeah, just ask him … Anyway, he's been playing baseball since he was like three. He's a good athlete, but mostly he just does it for the fame. He's kind of a womanizer too, so watch out for him. I don't know, that's all I really have to say about Brian, I guess," David chuckled to himself. "He likes girls, that's it – there's really no more depth to him than that …"

Jack chuckled from the passenger seat – clearly David spoke the truth.

David mused to himself, "Who else, who else … Oh! Michael. He's a good guy. He's an athlete too – he's been the school's star wrestler for three years running. The guy's strong as an ox, it's ridiculous."

I laughed a little.

"And that's it I think," David concluded, but Jack corrected him:

"You forgot Shawn," he said pointedly.

"Oh …" David groaned, "Right."

Jack laughed, "Dave and Shawn don't really get along."

"Oh," I said seriously, "Why not?"

David tried to keep his tone as pleasant as possible. "Our personalities just clash …that's all."

Jack looked at David with eyes that clearly said: You are such a liar.

Jack spun around in his seat and looked at me seriously, "David just doesn't like Shawn, because Shawn likes boys."

My eyes got wide and I didn't quite know what to say. But David filled the silence instead with his protests. "That is not why I don't like him! We just don't get along … for personal reasons."

Jack sniggered, "Yeah, personally you don't like him 'cause you're afraid he's gonna hit on you."

David frowned uncomfortably, "He does hit on me …" he whined.

Jack laughed, "Yeah, 'cause he knows he can get a rise out of you, Dave."

David kept pouting, so Jack continued. "Spot's openly gay," he told me calmly. "He's been so since eighth grade. We all thought it was for attention at first, but he's stuck with it, been in a few serious relationships, so we all kinda just had to get used to it."

I nodded. I'd never been close to anyone like that before – occasionally watching Will & Grace certainly didn't count for anything.

"He's pretty proud of it," Jack laughed to himself, "He's notorious for this rainbow handkerchief he wears in his back pocket, and he's got this whole philosophy that any guy can conquer the 'female psyche' as he puts in, but how many guys can say they've done the same for men? It's actually kind of ingenious, if you ask him about it. But truthfully, he's a master when it comes to that kind of thing."

I was unclear: "What kind of thing, exactly?"

"Sex," Jack said nonchalantly.

I felt myself blush, "Oh," I chuckled, "Okay."

"Alright, that's enough," David said abruptly, "We're here, let's go."

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