Kirei rested her chin in her hands, idly flickering her eyes towards the
trio of freaks sitting on the steps near the parking lot. She and her
friends were currently seated at one of the picnic tables in the courtyard.
They were discussing Homecoming and who would win the football game. She
wasn't interested. The Eagles won randomly and their opponents were the
Buffaloes; a sturdy team with a roster of future professional players.
Zeke and his friends didn't care about sports. Their passion was music.
Kirei clashed with Zeke on various levels. Their attitudes were polar
opposites; Kirei was prone to fits of quick anger, a studious student, and
was the poster girl of Abercrombie and Fitch. Zeke was always calm, he
slacked in school, and looked as if he were to be one of those metal
singers that caused Kirei's ears to ring.
And yet, as tiny as Zeke's group was, Kirei could tell that they three were
closely knitted. That they would lay down their lives for each other. Kirei
wasn't positive if she could say the same for her own. She sighed, brushing
the locks of hair from her eyes. As she did the motion, she was surprised
that a cool pair of brown eyes were locked onto hers.
There was something primal in the gaze. It sparked betwixt them increasing
ten-fold with every passing second. Zeke was so tuned from his surroundings
that he didn't notice his friends were trying to get his attention. Kirei
was puzzled. Why was Zeke making her heart pound so tremendously? Zeke was
the first to break the hold, lip curling into a snarl. Kirei glared,
turning her back on him and rejoining the chatting.
Darien and Mags passed a Look. Zeke scowled at them both. "Why the hell are
you doing that?!" Zeke demanded irritably.
"Dude, you were fucking STARING at the little bitch," Darien remarked
crudely. "For thirty seconds." The blue haired boy smirked smugly, the
silver eyes with the red irises glinting with amusement. Darien was the
lead singer of Dragonspear and his sister owned the Grunge club that he,
Zeke, and Mags frequented daily.
"I was not!" Zeke protested, keeping his emotions under contorl and
preventing the blush that threatened to sneak across his nose and cheeks.
Darien and Mags chortled, leaning against each other. Zeke pouted. "Fuck
Mags grinned, smacking him upside the back of the head. "Awww, Zekey-poo
has a crush on the preppy whore!"
"Damnit! I do not! Shut the fuck up!" Zeke growled, standing up abruptly
and heading towards the building. He didn't care that he was retreating
from the arguement. He would not sit there and let Darien and Mags get the
best of him. He DID NOT give a damn about Kirei! He was not staring that
long at the girl. Darien was delusional.
Kirei watched Zeke swagger bad-humoredly through the courtyard. Darien and
Magdelena were scoffing at each other, the looks of mystisim clearly
portrayed. A poke on her shoulder alerted she had once again become lost
in her own musings. Ellen, disapproving and caring expression set in place,
raised a brow. "Once, I could understand but twice?! Kirei, what is wrong
with you? Lately you've become obsessed with the faggot."
Kirei furrowed her brows at the last word. "He isn't gay." That was met
with the previous mentioned brow nearly arching into a hairline. "I mean,"
Kirei flushed pink, pursing her lips. "If he was gay, it would show. Not
that I pay attention to who he flirts with but it's not men."
Ellen nodded, letting Kirei think she had relented on the badgering but
Ellen wasn't done by far. She would be damned before she let her friend
crush on Zeke when a very willing and decent Tom was more than enough to
keep Kirei's mind from wandering towards the freak.
~ ~ ~
Zeke slammed his fist against his locker, bruising the knuckles. Why was
life so fucking hard? He rested his forehead against the cold metal,
ignoring the throbbing pain in his hand. Why did Darien and Mags have to
say those things around him when he was already questioning his own sanity
when concerning Kirei. Why now, was he thinking about those sorts of
"Are you well?" came the voice that sent Zeke's anger skyrocketing. Tom
stood with a less than cordial grin topping his full lips. Zeke turned
stoicly refusing to comment. Tom clucked his tongue. "Do they not teach you
manners in America?" He circled the taller boy, arms crossed in front of
his chest and an appraising value to his eyes. "Is your hand broke?" Tom
asked with a sly curl of his lips.
"What the fuck do you want?" Zeke spat not accustomed to any sort of
predatory advances nor the unafraid aura that Tom was displaying. He was
used to people either ignoring him or being frightened or in Kirei's
position; wanting to battle him constantly.
"I want you to keep from Kirei," Tom responded shrewdly, shrugging a
Tom shoved Zeke against the lockers, the handle digging into his lower back
painfully. "I see the way you oggle her. I see it in your eyes right this
second. You are at war with what you are feeling for her but heed my words
well, Zeke; I will not let you ruin my chances with her. If you know what
is good for ye health, keep ye distance. That clear, mate?" Tom's
personality lost its cheerful and playfullness.
"Good." Tom smoothed the folds in Zeke's shirt, patting him on the cheek.
"Just make sure ye do."
Zeke held his bruising throat. What the fuck was going on? He heard a shout
and recognized the tittering of Mags. "Zeke?! Are you okay! We're really
sorry about what we said." Mags elbowed Darien in the gut.
"Yeah man, sorry."
Mags looked at Zeke's red neck. "What the fuck happened to your throat?"
"Nothing. A rash or something."
Mags wasn't convinced and neither was Darien. "O-kay. Um, we should
probably get to sixth." Sixth period was American History with a teacher
that was the most boring person on the planet. Mags linked arms with Darien
and Zeke. "Let us go, me hearties!" the little spunker shouted dragging her
two friends towars Mr.Tomas's class.
Zeke's mind raced to the confrontation with Tom. There was something fishy
about that boy that Zeke didn't like. He was uncommingly strong for his
build and then, the change in dialects. He went from British to Irish. Even
his personality shifted severely. What did Tom want with Kirei? Zeke wasn't
positive on what he should do about it. Would Kirei let him help her
against whatever Tom was planning?
~ ~ ~
Zeke went to student parking. Darien and Mags were already leaving in
Darien's Hummer for the Grunge. Zeke sighed, leaning against the driver's
door of his Jeep Wrangler. His had wrapped his knuckles in gauze with an
ice in between the layers. At least the swelling wouldn't be as horrendous.
A yelp snapped him from his position.
Kirei was kicking at her car's fender. "You stupid asshole!" She squealed,
slamming her fists onto the hood of her BMW M3. The paint chipped from the
onslaught. Kirei let another strangled squeak escape before unleashing her
fury on the grailing. "You stupid piece of junk! I told that bastard that
the car wasn't working right but nooooo, did he listen to me?!!
GODDAMNIT!!" A well aimed kick dented the license plate that read Cabbit.
"Whoa! Don't beat up your car, runt."
Kirei eeped and lost her balance about to fall on her rump when two strong
arms wrapped around her waist. Her eyes went insanely round at who exactly
was holding her. It felt...kind of nice. "EEE! Let me go, let me go, let me
Zeke in good judgment did as he was told before the petite girl went
spastic. "Move and I'll check it." Kirei kept a wary eye on him. He took
the oil checker and slipped into the designated area. It came back clean.
"See, you should always check the oil of your car. I think I have some in
my trunk. Alright?" Kirei nodded. He returned with the bottle of oil and
poured some of the contents inside. "It should work fine now. Next time,
make sure you keep it routinely checked."
"....Thank you," she muttered, cheeks flaming.
"You're welcome," Zeke said equally quiet. She was looking everywhere but
at him. Was that a good sign or a bad one? Zeke shook himself from those
thoughts. Shutting the hood, he disturbed the comfortable silence.
"Kirei!" Ellen shouted with nearly all of the varsity cheerleaders behind
her. "Meet you at Mel's!!"
"Okay!!" Kirei dangled her keys from her fingers, stepping back from Zeke.
"Um, I....I...." Kirei wasn't supposed to stutter! Not around Zeke anyway.
"..Bye," she climbed into her car and turned the ignition over, pulling
from the spot.
Zeke smiled, feeling that his own face had heated. He was attracted to
Kirei. Zeke, as he left the school's premises, was fully accepting it. But
what exactly could he do about it? Kirei and he were on different tracks
but weren't those tracks decidely in the same direction? So, why couldn't
the tracks converge to form one? Zeke turned the CD player on to Korn. Tom
was competetion and more than likely, Tom would be the one to steal Kirei's
heart. Zeke was the freak and Tom was the perfect one. What chance did he
have? Slim to none in his opinion.
~ ~ ~
"He likes her," Mags was the first to bring it up as she and Darien went to
"And she likes him."
Mags groaned, hitting her head against the seat. "Oh just fucking great!
How the hell are we going to make that happen?!"
Darien snorted. "WE don't Magsy. They'll have to realise it on their own
time. We can't interfere."
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Thanks for reviewing!!!! :D
Yeah, there will be loads of angst. Mostly from Tom. ^.^ So, the road to
Zeke/Kirei is still awhile even though Zeke's realised his attraction