*laughing evilly* *enjoying this too much*

By the way, I'm officially matriculated at the university :'D God, that had me really stressed! I'm so happy that it makes my ideas in this story gugu x'D

TWENTY-TWO

This can't be… this must be a coincidence, right? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I read the lines again and the names changed… what the heck was that? Why was my mind twisting the names? Heck, it may even have twisted the whole drama! I couldn't check though, I couldn't see it anymore. I threw it away, -"What kind of black magic is that?"- I shouted as I stood up.

Marco saw the whole thing, -"Oh,"- He snickered and took the book, -"It's yaoi. Someone changed the cover image."

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it was going to jump out of me. I was sweating, quivering nonstop and taking deep breaths. I was even out of breath, for God's sake! What impacts me most, is that my body had a weird… sensation, one that sent pleasure and shivers through it. I felt sticky, like the whole thing in the manga… happened for real, like if I really did have sex with Marco. What the hell!? I leaned on a shelf as my legs wobbled, -"Burn that shit! Burn it!"- My words were shaky.

Marco looked at me worriedly, -"Are… you okay? You look weird."- He stepped closer to me.

The image of the manga appeared before me, but this time, it was clear… the guys that looked like me and Marco, were definitely me and Marco… at least in my fucking mind. I faltered and stepped back, -"No! I- I'm fine! Just… burn that!"

Marco squeezed the book and stepped away from me, -"Why…? It's a yaoi manga, but it's still a book and books can't be burned. That's just… cruel."

I tch-ed angrily and pointed at the manga in his arms. Was he for real? Was he seriously protecting that…!? –"That's a thing of the devil! Burn it!"- What was I saying? I couldn't stop, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. I'll seriously end up hurting Marco…! I was speaking without control, I was panicked and desperate. I knew how special books were to Marco.

Marco gasped, eyes wide, -"No it's not! It's a book like any other! Are you saying gay people are…"

I flinched at the word gay, -"It's wrong! They're wrong! Everything they do it's wrong, disgusting and... horrible! There should be a law that restricts homos!"

He gasped again and his face turned devastated, as if his heart was staked. Then, he turned serious, -"You're the one who's wrong. They're humans just like us and they need to be respected! Do you know how many people despise and humiliate them? There should be a law that restricts racism!"- He was shouting too.

He was calling me a racist. I didn't say anything about that, -"Well it's damn obvious, considering how disgusting they are!"- It wasn't my intention… I didn't hate gays, I never discriminated them, I wasn't a racist! What was wrong with me? Put it together, Jean!

Marco gasped again and squeezed his eyes shut. He bit his lip; he was holding something back, he was holding back… tears and maybe more comments, -"You… I can't believe you…."- He began to step out.

I reached for him, -"Marco…,"- Too late. He broke into a run.

My legs began to move… wanting to run after him. He was getting farther and farther away from me… what happened to me? I began to hit my head, trying to organize my thoughts, but there was a huge mess. All I knew is that I hurt Marco, but he was more than just insulted by my comments about gay people… he was more hurt about something else; his devastated and disappointed face crossed my mind…

-"Excuse me, is something the matter?"- I didn't realize the huge crowd around me along with the library's personal. The whispers buzzed in my ears like gnat.

I ignored them and without realizing, I pushed them away and ran out of the library. I spotted Marco running up the stairs, -"Marco!"- I called him, but he didn't stop. I kept running after him; we ran across the hallways, the rondure and the love nest. He was fast, but I managed to corner him in the bathroom.

In the bathroom, he ran to the back and turned around. He kept gazing at me and look away, his eyes were watery, -"Marco… please, I-"- Was I really going to apologize for I did? Even among the confusing and panic, I didn't want to see him like that, but how was I going to apologize for something I didn't understand in the first place? I kept speaking though, -"I'm sorry for what I said! I don't know what happened to me! I swear that everything I said… it wasn't my intention."

From the look on his face, I knew he didn't believe that; he did wanted to though, he simply couldn't, -"It… didn't look like that,"- I noticed the slow steps he was taking. Was he planning to run again? –"I'm sorry for the manga… I didn't know it had a fake cover. I-I didn't check if it was really Fairy Tail."- We were both apologizing, but that wasn't what really had him in the brink of crying.

-"It's not your fault, I was just shocked ab-"

He dashed forward towards the exit. If I had something, it was reflection. I saw his move and stopped him by the arm, pushing him to the wall behind him. I was a bit harsh; his back landed on the wall with a thud, he winced and struggled, but my hands were pinning his arm hard on the wall. I squeezed my grip on his wrist, -"Ow!"- He winced again and moved his head. He didn't want to look at me, but I could still see his saddened face. With a gulp, he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, swallowing tears. Even so… one managed to find its way out of his eyes. He sobbed.

My chest tightened as I just stared at him, frozen. It really broke me apart to see him like this and it was my fault to begin with. Even if I didn't know his true reason, it was still my fault. I just knew it. I wanted to tell him something, but my mind was a mess… I wanted to kneel and apologize, beg for his forgiveness, but I'll probably hurt him more. I wasn't even sure how to start…, -"Marco… I'm sorry, whatever it is… I'm sorry."

Now he looked at me. I figured that my obliviousness impacted him more than anything, -"Y-you don't know…"- He breathed, lowered his head and sobbed more.

What…what was it that my dumb mind was oblivious of? –"Tell me, Marco…"

Suddenly, I felt weird. My body felt weird. I was having the same sensation I had at the library, but this time, the pleasure was insanely bigger. My body quivered and everything around me spun, only focusing on Marco. That soothing current he always emanated overflowed me and I wanted to embrace it along with the pleasure… our bodies were too close…

I shocked my head and breathed heavily. I was losing myself to these new feelings and I knew I'll end up doing something I'd regret, but my eyes swiftly gazed at his neck and I snapped. The struggling was useless.

I sank my nose in his neck and inhaled deeply, his scent traveling through the tunnels in my nose and reaching my whole body. I threw my head back… so good.

-"Jean… what's wron-"- I launched at his neck again and began licking it uncontrollably. He faltered and winced, -"What are you do… ngh!"

I licked and sucked on his neck hard enough for him to moan. His hands tried to wiggle out, but I squeezed it and pinned him back even more. My tongue traveled through his neck and up his face. I tasted his soft and smooth skin, -"J-Jean… s-stop!"

I breathed heavily, -"… c-can't."- My tongue traveled to the other side and sucked more, harder and harder. His pained breaths became moans filled with pleasure and he stopped trying to free himself; instead, he tried stopping me, but I wasn't listening. He couldn't do anything, my body was smashed into his, pinning him down for real and I was still holding his arms, -"Marco…"- I breathed out.

I let go of one of his wrist and that same hand began traveling up through his waist, lifting his school's shirt. He trembled at my touch and moaned. I felt something hard on his abdomen, but didn't give it much thought. My body soared with that warmth and pleasure. I felt hot. Sweat soaked me. I wanted more, so much more… I began to aggressively bite on his neck while undoing his pant. He gasped and shivered, -"N-no…! Stop!"- His shaky voice reached me, but I didn't want to stop. He tried pushing me while I searched for it, -"J-Jean, please!"

That scream made me stop, reaching my ear and resonating through me. I dug my hand out from his pants and stepped back. I looked at my trembling hands; if it wasn't for his scream, I would've gotten grip of his dick. I looked at him; he was leaned on the wall, panting heavily. His cheeks were flushing red with sweat trialing down. His neck had huge purple marks… the hickies I left; I could even see my saliva running down from it. He huffed nonstop and I swore I could hear his heart beats from here… apart from mines too.

I took various steps back… what have I done? My whole body trembled as if I had an earthquake inside me. My legs wobble, but that didn't prevent me from running out of there and abandoning Marco. He called me, but I didn't stop. I ran and ran to nowhere in mind. Obliviously, I reached the upper rondure and there, I leaned on the wall right next to the vending machine and wrapped my arms around myself.

I was trembling as if it was cold winter, my heart beats were fast as if I just ran in the Olympics and I had… that overpowering pleasure I wanted to wipe off. I was trying to figure out this whole mess. First, I read a manga that was strangely familiar and it turns out to be gay sex. My mind played a trick on me, making the character's name be mine's and Marco's. Now that I think about it, the characters were completely like us; a wannabe of the popular guys and the freckled nerd with the same situation: the wannabe being rejected from the popular guys and the nerd finding his best friend. It was worse than I thought… Oddly, it's as if my life was written there. Could that mean that me and Marco will have the same sex? For God's sake, we almost had now! If it wasn't for Marco, I would've fuck him right there. I was so… not in control. The only thing that mattered back there was him. I wanted his warmth, his body, his scent… so much. I couldn't think, I couldn't react to anything…the pleasure was sizable.

Now… now I didn't know what to do. Things between Marco and me will be different… this is where things get complicated and tense. God, the manga just snapped me off. I really didn't mean to tell him what I did. I was just so…frightened and disturbed, but at the same time dense. I shouldn't have reacted like that, I should've had more control and maybe none of this would've happen, but my mind… my mind played me a trick. The character weren't really named like ours. I imagined that. My mind's a bitch, but what could it mean…? That Marco and I were meant for each other… in that way? It can't be!

The bell rang, breaking my thoughts. I quickly stood up and tried my best to avoid crowds. I cut Art and Chemistry. I wasn't in the mood to take any class. Suddenly, I remembered that my backpack was in the library, so I went against my will, because I didn't want to go. I walked to the cubicle where it all began and took my backpack. In the corner of my eyes, I saw the manga and eyed it. It turned out that the characters didn't really looked like us and they weren't named like us. I think I really am crazy; though, the situation in the manga was bit like ours. Why was my mind doing this? Have I really gone mad?

When I was about to leave the library, -"Jean Kirshtein, correct?"- I hear Mike Zacharius' voice. I turned around and nodded, -"There is something here for you."

I walked to the desk and he handed me some papers, -"What's this…?"

-"I do not know. A student came to me asking to copy this work for you,"- He rubbed his chin, -"It is an essay, if I am not mistaken."

I breathed heavily and eyed the papers. No way… it was the essay, Levi's essay talking about alphas and all that. My hands began to shake again, -"Wh-who was it?"- I asked, but I knew the answer.

He rubbed his chin, -"It was a boy; small with freckles. He specifically asked me to give it you,"- Mike gave me one of his weird, kind-of-perverted smiles, -"He even paid it, ten exact dollars. Though, he didn't have the quantity required, but he begged me to complete it saying that it was really valuable. I hope he does not forget the two dollars he owns me."

No way… Marco wasn't a guy with money. He paid my work with the only money he had. I dug out two dollars from my pocket, -"Here."

I quickly left.

Why… why would he finish my essay? After what I did… he saved me again, saved me from Levi's unknown punishment. Why was he like that? I didn't deserve anything, didn't deserve his kindness…

At Levi's, I stood by door and rethought about giving him the essay. I really didn't know, because I didn't do it, –"Kirshtein?"- My thoughts shredded down as Levi's harsh voice reached me. I didn't answer at first, but then I started to move and went inside, -"Good. I was wondering where you'd be. I was about to regret giving you a second opportunity,"-I walked to his desk with the papers on my arms. He reached for them, but I doubted everything, -"Jean. You're thinking too much."

I looked at him. I was again surprised by his innate ability to read people. I took a deep breath before finally giving him the papers, -"Th-thanks, again."

I turned to leave, -"What's the matter, Kirshtein? You seem to be regretting something; the essay, maybe?"

I turned around to face him who was suddenly right in front of me. I faltered by his closeness and almost fell. His small height but sharp eyes and intense attitude scared me a bit. He now had his arm on his back and was looking straight at my eyes, like if he was inspecting me. I gazed away, -"Uh, no, of course not. I really appreciate… the opportunity."

He eyed me and hmph-ed, -"Something's odd. What have you been up to, Kirshtein?"

I almost gasped, remembering what I've been 'up to', -"W-what do you mean? I'm not doing anything."

He tilted his head and stared at my hand… the one who was about to get hold of Marco's crotch. I hid it from those damned eyes. He snickered, -"No… it's not the essay. There's something bothering you… really bothering you,"- He stepped closer and closer, -"Your body is here... but not your mind. Someone's making you thoughtful, am I correct?"

Shit, he was right. I scratched my head and tried acting ignorantly, -"Whatever. Just correct the essay and we're done."

He snickered again, -"Too much though can make you… unstable. That's a warning."

I gulped and looked away, -"I… I gotta go."

When I was at the door, he spoke again. This time, his voice was different, like if he enjoyed saying what he did, -"Jean, nothing goes as you want them to. Nothing is as it seems. You're going through some rough moments, something you aren't accustomed to."

I gave him a quick look and left with a fast beating heart. Everything, everything he said was true, sending brutal shivers down my spine. How the hell could he tell all that by just looking at my face? What is he, some kind wizard, fortune teller or mind reading master? Or… was I just utterly readable?

I tried to get his words out of my mind, but it was useless; he was just so damn right. It's like my life was written in his palms… just like that. I definitely wasn't accustomed to these kinds of situations, especially the ones that I never imagined I'd have. Well, I'm not accustomed ever since the bullying stopped, because during those times, I was into a lot of issues. Renewing my life has given me the good life, but now…

I left school with an increasing headache. When I went home, all I did was slump in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I didn't even took my long bath, I didn't ate and didn't greet my dad who was once again knocking on my door. I felt bad, but how could I tell him… everything? And what is he going to do anyways? Make me stop thinking about Marco?

No, he couldn't, because I already tried. Yeah, I had a horrible headache, but I couldn't stop thinking about that freckled nerd. I couldn't forget our… how could I call that? Because even if I acted as if I was disgusted and knew it wasn't right, I couldn't ignore how it felt: glorious. I couldn't deny that I liked it. If I had my change again, I'd…

I gripped my hair and growled. Why was I thinking that? No, no, no! It's not right! I couldn't accept it! I couldn't accept that I liked Marco in that way, even though I knew that since the beginning, I've been getting weird feelings in me whenever he touched me: the nervousness, the spluttering… everything.

I… I didn't know what to do now. Marco must be closed up in his room like me. He was so insulted and devastated by what I said in the library, especially with the gays. Could it mean that… he was gay and that maybe he liked me? It made sense, because back there he could've done better to stop me, but he didn't; besides, the way he moaned…

I gripped my hair harder this time.

I couldn't see Marco any other way than my best friend. As his best friend… I wanted to apologize and make things right, make things clear with us… but right now, I didn't have the balls for it. I don't think I can face him… yet. All this… all this was too much for me. I never had to though about something this much and it made my mind hurt. I never had to though about if I was really gay or nor. After today, I took a step for the 'yeah, you probably are', but I still had a lot to think and figure out and when I do, I don't think I'll be ready. Being gay… I just never thought of that and it was hard to believe.

Maybe… the manga wasn't so wrong after all.

Let the yaoi games... BEGIN! \O/ (ilikemakingjeansufferifyouhaven'tnoticed)