Hey guys, I hope you like my new fic, for those who are reading or have read my other fic Blood’s Rose, it is having a major re-vamp so that will come out soon.

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CYBER DATING

CHAPTER ONE

MUTUAL MEETING

With careful precision and planning, I slid the hard substance into Greg’s awaiting tube. The tension and heat was palpable, causing me to sweat in concentration.

“Everyone stop!! Your chosen metal should be in the hydrochloric acid, now place it over the Bunsen burner…”

Just another day in Science, sorry people, I don’t swing that way.

Yes, I am the aforementioned Danny, full name Daniel Jennings. It’s just me and my mate Greg, doing another pointless experiment for our Rates of Reaction coursework.

Dullsville.

“Doing anything important after school?” Greg asked, taking his experiment glasses off.

Stupid plastic things, as if they would actually protect you from acid, water could probably burn through them.

I looked up at my fair haired friend.

“The usual, doing homework while listening to Thriller.”

I laughed at Greg’s repulsed reaction.

Okay, I like Michael Jackson’s music, Greg seems to think I should be put to death because of it.

“That Freak?”

I blocked out Greg’s ramblings and fiddled with my shoulder length hair. The only part of my appearance I actually like. I have very dark hair, with natural copper highlights. I like it long, always have, another thing my friends try to make fun of.

I hummed to the tune of Beat It while putting the various pieces of equipment back into the waist high green cupboards that circled the perimeter of the room. My black shoes scuffed along the dirty floor to the beat of the song.

Mr Gash, resident science teacher from hell, gave me a piercing look, I quickly scanned my uniform, hoping my top button looked done up and my tie was long enough for him not to comment.

“Mr Jennings, tell my why it is unsafe to leave your shoe laces undone in a Science laboratory?”

Ah, the shoes. I gave them an admonishing look before looking up the man in front of me.

I am 5’11” and Gash still towers over me, I swear he took to many vitamins when he was young. Did they have vitamins in the Stone Age? Hmm, must look into that.

I gulped, realising I had become sidetracked, again.

“Answer me sunshine.”

Sunshine. Why do teachers insist on calling us sunshine? Do they think they have to give us affectionate pet names so they look like a compassionate teacher? Answer: NO!

“Well, I could trip over and injure myself, and that would be catastrophic but I can guarantee you are referring to the fact that people carrying equipment can trip over the shoe laces, resulting in the breakage of inexpensive equipment?”

Okay, I may be slightly cocky, and annoying. But hey, it gets me through the day.

Gash glared at me for a further ten seconds before moving off.

I quickly bent down to tie the bothersome laces and walked back to my desk, leaving Greg to put away the rest of the equipment.

I slid onto one of the green stools. Yes that’s right, stools. How primitive, when will the school realise in this day and age we have something called a chair? The science department must be trying to keep some of the old ways alive.

Not that I am surprised, after all, Gash is the Head of Science. I am convinced he would bring back corporal punishment if he was allowed.

“Homework is on the board, in for next Tuesday, absolutely no exceptions.”

I reached across the wooden desk to my Homework planner and wrote down the cursed homework, I also wrote it in Greg’s, at least I did something nice.

The bell rang, letting us know we can return from the depths of Hell to our homes. Okay, I am quite cynical, but can you blame me?

I slipped on my black blazer and walked out of the fire exit as fast as I can, it’s just quicker than going all the way around the building.

I reached my house area, with its awful yellow walls, and grabbed my bag out of my locker. (Yup, you guessed it, we get sorted into houses. How lame). I headed out of the dingy house area and headed home.

After a tedious half an hour walk, I arrived at my home. It isn’t too shabby if I say so myself, I am not rich or anything but I have my own room and it looks nice. I am quite easily pleased when it comes to domestics.

I fumbled for five minutes with the front door key before stepping inside to the warm interior. My Mum has this blood problem and she is always cold, which means the rest of us have to suffer by boiling to death.

I skipped, yes you read correctly, skipped up the fleur de lit adorned staircase up to the first floor. I then ceased my skipping and walked up the second staircase. I am not as young as I used to be, skipping upstairs no longer comes easily.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just arrived to the top floor of this house, the den, my den, the haven where School is a disgusting swear word, that when used, can result in capital punishment.

Or it’s just a large room with and entertainment system and a computer. I prefer my first description.

I slipped into a chair in front of the veneer desk, looking disdainfully at the chips in the chipboard. Original name there.

I prodded the computer’s on button with my toe and slipped off my tie, not bothering to undo it completely.

Yes, now we have to wait about a century for stupid Windows XP to load. Stupid Microsoft, I can just hear Bill Gates laughing at me.

Eventually, I am looking at my Alyssa Milano desktop, the Internet Explorer icon calling me to be pressed. I comply with its unspoken command.

Signing into my favourite Michael Jackson forum, I checked my private messages (after briefly thinking whether I should have therapy.)

A message from one Ayane is staring at me from within the flat screen monitor. Intrigued, I open the message. I don’t know an Ayane, odd name.

Hi dtaylor1689!!!

I am new to this forum and I am just saying thanks for greeting me!!!!!

(Mind wanders backs to all the newbie’s I welcome every day, not a big thing, just English Etiquette. Snorting, I carry on reading.)

My real name is Debbie, I’m 15 and from the shtsville I call Scotland, how art thou?

I laugh at this girl, (I am presuming that Debbie is a girl, imagine a boy named Debbie laughs)

I quickly reply back, before my mind wanders back to all those Internet security talks I had to put up with. Would a paedophile really call themselves Ayane? Well, probably, but I am going to go with my warped sense of intellect and think not.

A laugh permeates the walls as I imagine that Gash is secretly Ayane, looking around for young prey.

My fears take over as I PM again, asking if they know a Mr Gash.

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There we go I hoped you enjoyed that, more to come soon; I just wanted to lay the bearings of the story.

Please review!!!

Dan.