AN: This Story is about Alex and an OC. It's after Scorpia Rising and he is going to a high school in America.

Warnings: Some major kissing. Also, no offence to gays. I have nothing against you it's just what Brandon's parents think.

I'm writing a one-shot about Yassen/Alex that will be one-sided and posted as a different story and might become two- shot. I've written half of it and it will be quite long. It's already 2134 words. Now to the chapter.

In Denial

"Oi, Rider" I heard a voice shout out from behind me. I had been in the middle of putting my gym clothes in my locker when he called out to me. Without needing to turn around I could tell who I would see behind me. I could tell from his voice. That voice that haunts my dreams, good and bad, the voice I couldn't help but react to no matter how much I didn't want to. I turned around slowly and there in front of me was Brandon Hale; the hottest guy in school and the biggest Homophobe. He also just happened to be the one person I had to fall for no matter his faults.

I watched him warily as he approached me. Seeing as it didn't look as if he was going to punch me any minute now, I decided it was safe to reply.

"What do you want, Hale?" He didn't answer me, he just walked closer with that contemplative look on his face he always has around me. My whole body tensed ready for fight or flight. Looking around I saw the corridors empty so I had no possibility of getting help. Of course, I knew I wouldn't need it, I could take Brandon on blindfolded so I wasn't scared. I was only slightly disconcerted as he stopped a foot away from me with a discernible expression on his face. He stood there staring at me for a moment before he suddenly pinned me against my locker and kissed me hard on the lips. He took my bottom lip in his mouth and sucked on it greedily. Unable to help it, I gasped sharply causing my lips to open. He took advantage of that fact by slipping his tongue in my mouth and rubbing gently against mine, coaxing me to reply. With a startled moan I moved my tongue and kissed him back. This had to be the best kiss I've had in a long time; his hands on my hips applying just the right amount of pressure and my own exploring that rock hard chest. It was only when he slipped his thigh between my legs, and I felt his errection rub against me, did I realise exactly what I was doing. I was pressed against my locker being kissed by Brandon Hale, the biggest homophobe I know, in school where anyone could see us. Realising this I pressed against his chest and pushed him back to a suitable distance.

Pulling myself together, I opened my mouth to speak but before I could he spoke for me. "Look Rider that was only an experiment. I don't like you and you don't like me so can we just forget about this." When I stayed silent he spoke again. "If you don't tell anyone about this I'll… I'll stop tormenting you. Nobody can know I might be gay. Please."

I hope my heartbreak didn't show on my face because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he got me. It must have been a dare. Nevertheless, I couldn't stand the look on his face. That pleading look that told me that if I told anyone his whole life would fall apart. I couldn't help but nod silently. I was rewarded by a breath-taking smile and one last kiss on the lips before he ran off leaving me wanting more against my locker.

I stayed there for another moment before I picked up my bag, my mind sill on my first real kiss, and walked to the bike shed. I couldn't believe that Brandon had just given me the most amazing kiss ever and then shattered my heart.

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BRANDONS POV:

I can't believe I just did that. I finally grew the courage to kiss Alex Rider and then I tell him it was just an experiment. I can't get the heartbroken expression out of my mind. Even worse, that look on his face filled me with hope; it made me believe for one second that he may like me back. But then I realised that what I had done had ruined my chances with him. I doubt he would give me a second chance after that. He probably thought it was just a dare. Oh how wrong he is; that kiss meant everything to me. It can't mean anything though since I am, after all, the most vocal against gays in this school. I couldn't help it though. All my life my parents have taught me that being different or out of the ordinary was wrong. They taught me that gays or lesbians were freaks. I couldn't tell them I was gay or they would hate me. The only way I could think of to keep it hidden was to date as many girls as I could and make sure everyone knew there was no possibility of me being gay. I did that by letting the whole school see how much I couldn't stand gays even though that was as far from the truth as it could get.

Everything was fine before he started school. With his soulful brown eyes that looked as if they had seen too much. Those full, pouty red lips and the most adorable British accent that had no problem with turning me on. Put together it just made me want to hold him against me forever; take away his fears and put a smile on that beautiful face. I couldn't do that though; all my hard work would come crashing down and it would be all because of the new kid. From that moment on I tormented him as much as I could. Just so I could deny to myself I didn't enjoy it when his arm brushed against mine or when I would tackle him to the ground. When we are so close that I could kiss him right then. Or when he would flip us over so that he was on top straddling me and rubbing against just the right place. I would punch him and get away before I could do something stupid like tell him exactly how I reacted to him and the entire truth.

Then when I finally give in to the urge to kiss him I break his heart. The look on his face will always haunt me about what could have been. If only I wasn't so afraid of other people's opinions. Maybe the result would have been different. I might have walked out of there with a smile on my face and a new boyfriend. But no I'm too much of a coward to risk everything for one person. Hopefully, he'll find someone that will love him with all their heart and make him happy like I can't. Even though it would break my heart even more to see him with someone else I just want him to be happy and if that was with someone else then I would just have to accept that. And I would honour my promise to stop tormenting him maybe then I could forget about him.

The End

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