Chapter 3
Again, author notes are at the bottom :D

Kirby staggered sideways, dazed for a brief moment from the impact. The blond he had bumped into (a bully, Kirby could tell, as he was wearing a disheveled school polo and jeans) seemed to be extremely pissed off for some reason.

"Hey man, relax," Kirby said, holding his hands up and taking a step backward. He slowly lowered to grab the soccer ball he had dropped. "I didn't wanna start anything, it was an accident." What the hell kind of a jibe was "dillweed" anyway?

The bully sneered. "Yeah? Well, you didn't pick the best time to have accidents." He gave Kirby a quick once-over. "You're pretty small for a jock. Did they let you in the group so they could have someone be the woman during shower time?"

Kirby went from calm to livid so quickly he felt dizzy. He was sick of this gay crap. "You shut up, wimp – or you'll be eating pound cake!" he gave the bigger boy an hard, unexpected push – sending him tumbling backwards and falling on the fountain steps. "I'm no homo!" Kirby shouted, taking a fighting stance – feet wide apart and fists tightly clenched. The bully recovered from his fall and jumped back up, ready to fight as well – Kirby glared at him, blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins. The tall blond glared back, and they stood still for a few agonizing seconds; both of them were trying to anticipate what the other would do next.

Kirby sprang to life, taking his blond opponent by surprise, and unleashed a fury of punches to the face – chest – arms – he attacked randomly, too caught up in the moment to think anything through. The other boy quickly pushed him away and gave a brutal punch to Kirby's stomach, knocking the wind out of him and sending him downwards. The bully quickly straddled him and pulled him up slightly by the front of his letterman sweater with one hand, throwing more punches to his face with the other. Kirby howled in pain and tried to push the taller boy off, but to no avail. He felt sick from the attack on his stomach; there was surely a bruise forming there that would stay for many weeks afterward.

The punches to Kirby's face continued, making him light headed and dumb. He briefly wondered where the hell the prefects were, but the thought left his mind when the abuse suddenly stopped.

Kirby slumped buck to the ground, in too much pain at the moment to take his chance at repayment. The blond bully was panting from exhaustion, arm weakly held up to give another punch he couldn't throw. Kirby curled up onto his side, holding his gut and whimpering – the fight had drained his will to tough it out and keep his vulnerability behind a shield.

The other boy stood up and towered over Kirby for a short moment. He looked away and touched his eye, wincing in pain most likely caused by one of Kirby's torrent of punches earlier. Kirby inhaled deeply and unfurled from his position on the ground, trying to ignore the screaming objections in the form of hard stabs his stomach made. He could take a hard hit to the face (he was an athlete, after all), but the stomach area was his weakest spot – his Achilles heel. He frowned up at the blond boy, still burning with anger – though considerably less than before, as most of it was let out during the fight.

Stupid jerk-off. Kirby hadn't even done anything in the first place.

Trent glanced towards the jock at his feet. Holy shit; it had felt great to sit on top of him and take his frustrations out. He was still slightly pissed off, though – the short prick had pushed and threatened him just because of a dumb little insult that he might of said to any of those 'roid monkeys. Why was he so damn defensive? Trent stared at him, trying to figure it out.

A light bulb suddenly dinged in his head when he came up with the answer. Trent clapped a hand to his face with a grin, having trouble not laughing out loud. The brunet's earlier shouts of "I'm no homo!" echoed in his mind. So - the little tough guy football player liked men, huh? Trent's inner bully was jumping at the chance to have some fun with him. The dumb jock probably never "got any" before.

He dropped his hand from his face and looked at the jock – who was still beneath him, but slowly staggering to his feet with a wary glare. Trent put on a smug expression and held out a hand. The boy stared at it, and after some hesitation decided to grab it. Trent helped him up and suddenly jerked him forward, pulling them into an embrace. The small jock froze, a statue in Trent's arms; he didn't move into the hug, but made no attempts to push him away. Trent slowly leaned downwards and stopped, breathing just above the boy's neck. The small jock shifted slightly but still made no escape.

Trent smirked – he was getting to him already. "What's your name, baby?" he asked flirtatiously. The brunet seemed to be struggling between his better judgment and his hormones, and finally replied "K-Kirby." His voice had cracked slightly and he cleared his throat. Trent took the opportunity to wrap his arms around him tighter and gaze into his eyes, which were wide open like a deer in headlights. Though Kirby seemed slightly uncomfortable with their romantic pose, Trent ignored it. "I'm Trent," he said. "You're kind of cute, you know?" On the inside, he was laughing his fucking ass off at how easily a jock had given up to another man. Kirby continued to stare at him in silence, face flushed.

In the next moment, Trent mashed his lips to Kirby's.

He had caught the other teenager off guard; and just like that, they kissed. Trent could tell that Kirby was still a novice at it, no doubt due to a lack of real interest in girls who were willing to practice. After a few long seconds, Trent tried to shove his tongue inside Kirby's mouth to deepen the kiss, but Kirby went completely still – he seemed to have come to his senses, and quickly shoved Trent away. He sputtered out a few incoherent insults (something about Trent's fugly shoes and where he should shove them) before sprinting across the empty campus to get as far as he possibly could from the blond.

Trent blinked and stared at the now empty space in front of him. A second later he finally let out the laughter he had been holding in. Oh my god, Trent thought; that was fucking hilarious! Dumb jocks really did like "playing with balls", contrary to the insults they yelled and punches they threw.

Trent wiped his eyes. Well, he certainly had alleviated his boredom and his frustrations today.

Oh no, what's going to happen next? Well, you're just going to have to wait, folks!

I want to thank everyone who reviewed again, I love every single one of you. Every, single, one. *peers uncomfortably close into everyone's eyes* No, but seriously - it really makes me happy when I see comments on my writing. I'm open to any reviews with constructive criticism too, just so you know.
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Anyways, regarding how often I'll be updating...I think I'm pretty quick, and will try to put a new chapter every other day or so. I have school as well, so updates will come during the week, but more often near the weekends.

So...yeah! Hope you enjoyed the chapter.