Authors Note: STFU STUP FLASSING U STUPID PREPZ. I BET U DONT EVEN NO WHO GC IS!...

Haha. Just kidding, I was making a "My Immortal" joke cause that is the most epic trollfic evar. It's SOO for the lulz! Anyways, I am not dead either! I was looking at your wonderfully wonderful comments/reviews and decided "Hey I should actually update my fan fiction" So I sat down, started a word document, went and hung out with friends and actually had a life, and then came back and finished this. Yayness. I'm glad I still have this beautiful fanfiction. And even though I do not watch WOWP anymore, I still love the characters and sort of made them my own, so there disney. What do you think about that? ;D

Anyways enough of the chatting, you just want moar Justin/Zeke slash. Or do you, quite possibly, care for the plot? Le gasp. That can't be true, you're all here for teh SLASH. SLASHY SLASH SLASH.

Well I can't guantee Zeke/Justin slash in this chapter but I can promise you something...

Anyways, as my infamous saying goes, Have fun!

Enjoy!

Chapter 21: Breaking China

Time went by as though life was stuck on triple fast forward. No matter how much Justin wanted to cling on to the small minutes of class he had left, he could not. The end of class seemed to arrive as fast as a Kenyan with super speed. While others rejoiced in the sudden free time they had for the day, Justin noticed it was his hour of doom. Not to be melodramatic, it was just that, well, thinking about getting his face pounded in by the local school jock really wasn't on his list of things to do today. He made a promise though, that he would not wimp out, that he would face this, for Zeke. Hey maybe Zeke might even visit him in the hospital, and bring him flowers and everything. Ya never know!

Justin climbed out of him desk as though he was crippled. He desired to take all the time he needed to prolong his imminent death. As he walked down the oh so familiar halls of his school, he mentally was saying good bye to everything. "Good bye Lockers which I have gotten shoved multiple times in."

"Good bye handy dandy trash can that I forcefully lodged in occasionally in Freshman year." "Good bye preppy skanky plastic chicks which I gave my arms and legs just to say hi too." "Ah! Good bye trusty water fountain which was used as a weapon against me for practical jokes and made me look like I had wet my pants."

After saying his so long and far wells to the school, he began to wonder why he would even miss this place at all? Of course, just a few rows down the hall and the realization bell struck loud and clear. He noticed Zeke's all too well taken care of locker. Each and every detail was spotless and definitely looked as though it was polished twelve times today. And here Justin though HE was the perfectionist. Justin imagined his adored boyfriend standing right there, in his view, frantically placing his books in his locker whilst rearranging almost everything. Zeke's locker had went through several complete makeovers each day. He imagined the sweat on his forehead, the soft blush on his cheek and the nervous smile he would show as he constantly checked the clock. How he would drop his backpack on the floor cause he had way to many things in his hands. Justin thought about how

everything in his entire existence changed because of this one boy. This one, beautifully magnificent, incredible boy. Just that thought alone gave Justin the strength to carry on. He shared on last charmed smile with the locker, aka imaginary zeke, and headed straight for the football field.

Justin scoped the area, his eyes desperately searching for his maker. His skeleton in a dark cloak. His grave digger. Sure, Justin would be overjoyed if he could not find him, but that would only give him false hope. For Dane Rogers would only wait for his victim to weaken before he plucked them out of existence. That was his sport. Picking on kids not as tough or strong as him, what a wuss. Course he would never say that to his face, though now that he is about to die, it probably wouldn't hurt anymore then it already will.

Justin finally found a very dangerous, angry Dane Rogers standing against the silver metal of the football bleachers. It was clever of Dane to make the football field Dane's scene of the crime. Cause Justin was sure Dane was a nice of a guy to let his friends in on the fun. Wow, my last moments on this earth as a walking (or more on the lines of squealing) punching bag to a bunch of meat head jocks. Grreat.

Dane Rogers gave Justin the "I'm going to cream your face in" look as he stood there, arms crossed, all cool and rugged. If only Justin could be that hardcore. Then he could have all the...erm guys? Thats what Justin loved about Zeke, he didn't care how awesome Justin was or how badass he wasn't, he just loved Justin for Justin. And he saw how awesome he was in his own right, like how Justin could get to level 35 in dungeon and aliens without using co op. That was pretty badass to Zeke.

"So, here I am. Ready for the fight. They big, scary face off. Where are your back up boys. They hiding somewhere?" Justin joked. Dane just glared at Justin with extremely intense eyes. "Come on out guys, it's ok. You don't have to play hide and seek. You can take me now. Finish me up before dinner" Justin was completely suicidal, shouting like that. Dane didn't reply. In fact, in one swift swoop, Dane picked Justin off from the ground like someone would a pick up a grocery bag, and dragged Justin behind the bleachers. This was probably where all his other duffy friends were hiding. Justin was getting personally escorted to his own funeral. Fanflippingtastic.

As justin was placed back on solid ground, he noticed that there was no one around. It was just him and Dane. I guess he wanted the kill all for himself. Selfish pig. "I see. One on one eh, well I guess you are more of an honorable guy then I take you for" No reply. It was like Justin was talking to a wall. A mean, snarling, very rugged bad ass wall that was going to kick Justin's ass VERY soon. "I guess that just means tha-" Dane finally interrupted him. "Shut up Russo" Dane commanded in that smoldering deep voice. For a second Justin could see why all the ladies swooned over Dane as though he was the entire twilight franchise. He was pretty hot, in the bad guy that all the chicks love, kind of way. At least the last thing Justin saw was a hot guy beating him up and not a really ugly fat dude. That would just be terrible. Then again, dying at his age was kind of terrible too. At least he still had his honor.

"Russo. You talk too much" Dane stated. "Sorry, sorry sir." Justin apologized frantically. "Don't call me sir, I'm not your dad or coach or anything. "Oh sorry eh Dude." Justin said awkwardly. He really didn't know how to casually talk to the guy who away about to, ya know, kill him. It's very different in the comic books when you are a very powerful super hero keenly chatting with your archnemasis. Of course it was different, for Justin did not have any plan to get him out of this nor was he in equal or even 3/4th the strength Dane was.

Dane looked around as though to make sure no one saw, and then...casually leaned back against the bleachers, facing away from him. As though they were, hanging out?

"Finally. We can talk. I didn't want anyone seeing me around Mr dorky fag. No offense or anything" Justin was shocked that he was not dead yet. He thought he would have at least 5 punches in before Dane spoke again.

"Yeah..non taken." Considering that you were about to kill me, I think sparring me and then calling me a Dorky fag is a bit better.

"I just, I don't know. There was no one I could talk to about this stuff and you seemed like you were the perfect dude to chat with" Dane said, suddenly...nervous? Nah, maybe it was just really warm outside. Justin had no clue what Dane was talking about. "Yeah..I know the feeling". Justin nodded, trying to pretend he where Dane was going with this.

"It's just so confusing ya know?" Justin nodded again. Whatever "it" was, was apparently confusing. What, basic multiplication skills, tying your shoes, counting? Ah stop it Justin, that's mean.

Dane turned to face Zeke, his back still leaning against the bleachers.

"I just don't know dude. You've done this stuff before, haven't you?"

Beating someones face in? Can't say I have. "Uh no, not really" Justin replied. "Yeah you have, dude. I mean, look at you. First you were this dorky, creepy little short guy trying to hit on my girlfriends and now you are like in love with this dude. How the hell did you manage to do that?"

Justin was very confused. "Do what? Um I didn't really "Do" that. I just kind of, I don't know, realized it. Like it was there all along." Justin started to feel more calm. Whether it was a misleading calm or not, was another thing.

"Wait, so you're saying you were born a fag?" Justin cringed. He couldn't stand the misuse of an old English word like that. "Well, I would word it a bit more eloquently than that, but yes, basically." Justin replied.

"So, are you saying that I could be a fag?" Justin was beyond shocked. Why the heck was Dane Rogers asking him this? "Uhh well, you are usually attracted to females, so no, I would say not." Justin assured him, stuttering a bit.

"Yeah but sometimes, I like, ya know, gay stuff" Justin was bemused. "What like, watching Project Run Way, doing makeovers or enjoying Broke Back Mountain?" Dane interjected. "Sucking guy's d***"

Justin was completely red faced. "Ok. So that was a little blunt. Yeah, I guess that could be considered...pretty gay stuff. When...when did you uh figure that you liked to-" "Suck C***?" Dane interrupted again. Justin was a bit shy when it came to actually using the derogatory words for male body parts or body parts in general, so he was a bit uncomfortable.

"It was when I was in the locker room, and this dude was still changing. Usually I just change and give my team mates a good towel whip and leave. But here I was constantly like, memorized with him. I watched him from the corner of my eye like really intently. I observed him dress and undress for about 20 minutes. I felt kind of creepy, but I was like..turned on. At first it scared the crap out of me and I didn't pay any attention to it. Then I kept noticing how ...hot guys were. I usually didn't do that. Like, at all. So...I went home and looked up some different porn. And yeah, then I hooked up with some strange guy on the Internet and boom. Instant borner love. Now I can't even focus on hot chicks without the thought of how sexy their boyfriends would be in the sack. I tell you it's f***ed up. It's really f***ed up."

Justin could not believe what he was hearing. One of the most popular guys on the football team, the badass dude who gets all the chicks, the guy who tormented him since 7th grade, the biggest douche/jock in all existence was...coming out to me? This was kind of insane. Justin checked around to make sure he was not in the twilight zone or anything.

"Well you know, that's cool that you have a sudden new appreciate for...um the male body, you don't have to be ashamed of it. I mean. it's perfectly natural. A little, unsuspected for you, but still pretty ...chill." Justin tried to calm Dane, cause it seemed like he was really having a hard time with this. Dane stared intensely at Justin. His emerald eyes burning with a unmatched intensity. Was he always like this?

A few awkward minutes went by and Justin saw this as his opportunity to leave. "Well, I am very honored that you would share this with me and I promise you I will not tell a soul, so have fun with your c-" A sudden as a snap of the fingers, it happened. Justin was tensely grabbed on the shoulders, aggressively pushed back against the bleachers as Dane Rogers fiercely forced kiss on Justin. Justin exploded with excitement, shock and overwhelming all at the same time. What the heck was happening?

Justin tried to resist the kiss but sadly, it was no use. Not only was Dane Rogers over nine THOUSAND times stronger than him, he also...was kind of liking it. Damn you hormones! Justin had a side thought. In mid kiss Justin suddenly realized that no matter how hot of an experience he was currently having with one of the sexiest jocks of the school, it was still wrong. Very wrong. He could never do this to Zeke. Justin pushed away, finally breaking for breath. "I-I have a boyfriend" Dane quickly replied "Yeah and I have a girlfriend and they are not here right now" and before Justin could protest in even the slightest bit, Dane attacked his mouth. Very aggressively. It was a much different kiss then he and Zeke had but it was still definitely worth it. Wait, what was he saying? Cheating on Zeke no matter HOW hot the guy was, was DEFINITELY not worth it. Justin thought.

Justin tried to pull away as much as he could but his body went weak from under him, as the mere intensity of this "kiss" was too much for Justin to fight. Well, if I'm going to cheat on Zeke, at least he is not here to see it. Justin soon bite back that thought. You know those times in the movies where the other person has to run in at the most inopportune moment, at the worst possible time ever? Yeah, that cliche was happening to Justin right now. As Justin glanced to his right, where the sidewalk and the football field collided, he saw the most horrible thing he could possibly ever see in his life.

No, it was not a Dalek (He would kind of squee if he saw that. Before it exterminated him, of course)it was Zeke, standing there gob smacked. Beyond belief. Standing still as a stone angel. Justin couldn't even blink. He could definitely notice a few drops of tears coming down Zeke's beautiful face. Justin finally pulled away from Dane, and ran towards Zeke. Zeke flee'ed for his life. Or at least it looked like that.

"Zeke wait! It's (Justin kicked himself in the foot for using such a cliche phrase) it's not what it looks like! I can explain!" Could he, could he really? Justin bolted off chasing Zeke but as fast as a weeping angel, Justin blinked and Zeke was gone. Half way down the street Justin ran out of breath. Man was he out of shape. He plopped down on the rough cement half wall that was between the football field and the sidewalk and sat on it, in humiliating defeat.

Justin could just remember the way Zeke's faced looked the moment he saw him. He could feel his heart breaking as though it was an ancient piece of glass dinnerware handed down from your family for centuries, that was falling and shattering to the ground in slow motion. That was it, Justin knocked down his mothers priceless China. It was all his fault. Again. Just could almost cry but he found the word that displayed the right mix of hurt, frustration, anger, sadness and pissed-ness he was feeling at the moment.

"Oh Bawls."