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Mistake number one.

There he stood, his back to me as he pulled on his shirt. The smooth skin of his back was warm and tanned. His locker slammed shut and he faced towards me sitting on the bench as he pulled on his sneakers and laced up the colorful high-tops. His licked his lips which looked soft and full as he bent down to pick up his bag and set it beside him. I wanted to tilt his head back and crush his lips against mine. Taste his tongue as it slipped into my mouth. And because of that I hated him.

I hated him for making my life so hard, I wasn’t supposed to like him. I had a reputation to uphold and that didn’t include him and me and our bodies pressed up against the locker room wall. It didn’t include me making the smaller boy moan my name as I kissed his neck.

It was almost time.

“Hey faggot!” I saw him go pale, his beautifully tan skin turned an ashen gray.

“Leave me alone.” he ground out.

“What’s the matter gay boy? Have you suddenly grown a pussy?” several of the guys around me laughed.

“Go. Away!” He slammed the locker door and grabbed for his back pack, before it was pulled from his grip.

“ What? I’m not gay enough for you? To bad I don’t enjoy giving it up the ass.” More laughter filled the locker room.

Before he knew it I had pushed him up against his locker. Raine’s skin felt warm and soft against the skin of my knuckles were it brush against his collar bones when I grabbed his shirt. He made a slight noise and I wish it was not out of fear but passion as I stroked my fingers over more of his soft skin. He cringed as my fist came towards his face, and hate flashed in his sea green eyes, but before my hand had the chance to connect with his cheek. I was flying backwards, my head shot back on my shoulders and pain flared in my jaw as everything faded into black.

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I woke up in the nurses office, I tried to get up but the crinkle of tissue paper alerted the nurse and she pushed my back down on the uncomfortable table-bed. My jaw was hurting like hell.

“Ohmigod!” Something shouted and it lanced straight through my head.

“David? Oh, no! Sweetie are you Okay?” Kendra.

“I think so. My voice sounded weird and my mouth tasted metallic.”

“Ohmigod! Look what they did to your face.” she shouted again, I closed my eyes against the pain.

She touched at the underside of my chin and pain radiated from my jaw.

“There’s a big bruise. My poor, poor baby!”

“Kendra, can you please just shut up for a minute. Your not helping me by screaming.”

“Sorry.” She said in a louder whisper.

“ What happened?” I questioned her knowing I wouldn’t get very much she wasn’t the smartest of my girlfriends.

“Coach Gillian found you out cold in the locker room.”

“ Who hit me?”

“ I don’t know.”

Of course she didn’t. But that’s alright I wasn’t dating her for her brains.

“Hey Babe can you do me a favor and find out when I can get up?”

“Sure Dave!” There she went with the yelling again.

I’d say she was damn lucky she was so beautiful or else noone would even tolerate her abrasive personality. I do realize I’m a jerk. A huge flaming douche-bag of a jerk. I really hate my self right now and the fact that I’m wallowing in self pity is pissing me off a little more than I can normally hide. I just want to get the fuck out of this room find Raine and apologize for being alive.

“ Hey, Take this cold compress put it on your face and I’m gonna trust you not to get punched again. You can go.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled to the nurse as I sat up followed by the annoying sound of crinkling tissue paper.

Kendra followed me out not saying a word which was unusual. She must have finally gotten the hint that I was not I the mood to be comforted and clucked at like a bad child. I was dating her for her popularity which is a fact I think she was all to aware of I was certainly aware she was dating me for mine. Because who else but someone with something to gain would put up with my bullshit?

I held the compress to my swollen jaw ignoring the stares of the masses as I walked out into the hallway, Kendra grabbed onto my arm and petted it like It was the most precious forearm she had ever laid her hands on. I would have kept walking if right then I didn’t see something that turned my world up side down and sent it into nuclear fallout.

Raine was leaned up against his locker with a huge smile playing across his face. He was caged in by two long arms that were planted on each side of his head. I watch as his eyes met mine and his face dropped all emotion. I tried my best to look pissed. Which wasn’t hard. The owner of the arms turned to face me. His eyes flashed an angry black as he moved to shield Raine from my view challenging me with his eyes. I suddenly realized what had happened. I looked down at the floor to prevent myself from running over there and fighting for the one person it hurt to hate. I placed a cold smile on my face and looked up.

He stood there watching me his eyes. Turning from black to a dark gray. Confused. I flipped him off and kept walking. This was witnessed by every one in this section of hall way who immediately began texting the latest drama to their friends. I kept walking Kendra still holding my hand. Anger coursed through me like poison. People seemed to sense it because they moved quickly out of my way.

“Babe. You hungry?” I asked.

“Actually yeah.”

I dragged her towards the lunch room. This was not good. I couldn’t have him so no way in hell the fucking gay asshole would. That may be ridiculous but I know I won’t be able to contain my self if I ever see anyone touching him the way only my hands should. He was mine and I would have him. Even if that meant starting a new reputation. I almost smiled to myself as ideas crept into my head.

This is not over.

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Today when I woke up I decided It was a good day, so much to look forward to. Over the weekend me and Michael had gone to the movies and hardly did any movie viewing. I remember the way his hands felt smoothing down the sides of my neck the taste of pineapple flavored gummie bears on his lips, because he stole all of my clear ones, knowing they were my favorite kind he worked out a compromise that involved me removing half eaten pineapple bears from his mouth.

Laughing to my self I could almost forget the reason that I hated school. For a second I actually did but first period gym was what brought my life back into focus. I spent my time in the locker room sneaking peaks at Michael as he changed at his locker three rows down. Then he had to go and ruin my day.

I remember the feel of his skin burning my neck as his knuckles jabbed me, the way his mouth curved in a way that made him look like an evil avenging angel. I still remembered having a huge crush on him my freshman years embarrassing the hell out of my self trying not the stare at him as he passed me in the halls. But that crap stopped when He caught me sneaking a peek at him in the locker room showers. Which was not my fault I remembered screaming as he punched me in the gut. I was lying but He could have taken it as a compliment instead of beating the shit out of me. Which he did in the buff. He didn’t take it too well that his nudity had still turned me on despite the severe ass whooping I had received.

Over the years I’d become immune to his looks and slowly I saw him as the bastard beneath the skin. I harbored hate but it wasn't soul destroying I just avoided his stupid ass as much as humanly possible. I can't say I didn't enjoy the sight of David knocked out cold on the floor of the locker room. It was actually pretty damn funny from where I was standing. Michael hadn't even tried to make his approach stealthy but I guess David just was so wrapped up in trying to de-gay me that he didn't see the fist coming straight for his face.

Every one in the locker room went dead silent. Some of them let out strangled laughs, the rest being his loyal friends tried to decide whether to kick our asses or get an ambulance. While they scratched their heads, we left.

I was actually having a good rest of the day thinking he had gone home. But that was when life decided to step in and throw lemons, and laugh at me when the juice got in my eyes. You think I would learn my lesson and throw them back. Lunch arrived and I was stupidly excited to see Michael. I met him at his locker because it was closer to the cafeteria.

"Hello lover," Michael said smiling at me with his blue gray eyes, making me smile which wasn't that hard to do right that moment.

"Hello." I answered back.

"What would you do if I kissed you right hear up against this locker?" He put both his hands on either side of my head.

" If you really want to I won't do a thing, except maybe kiss you back."

" Oh really?"

I just smiled at him, waiting. Just than out of the corner of my eye I see none other than David walking down the hall way, his ornamental girlfriend hanging off his arm. Kendra, I think this one is called. The happiness is sucked out of me replaced by sheer annoyance at the existence of this horrible human being. Why can't he just give me today? He looked pissed. Good. I hadn't realized the change in my face had alerted Michael to the presence of David until he moved into my way blocking me from David's sight. I tried to see past him but he was too tall. Curse my smallness, It was a super bitch sometimes. Some silent communication was going on in front of me that I couldn’t freaking see it.

"What the hell?" Michael growled turning back to me.

"What?" I questioned truly curious.

"He just smiled and flipped me the bird. Crazy ass psychotic mother fucker."

" Well I guess that means he doesn’t like you." I said leaning back against the locker.

"I don’t give a fuck. I’ll beat his stupid ass right here."

"Look. Leave it alone. I want to spend the rest of today with my happy boyfriend, who’s only problem should be that his jeans are too tight and his eye liner makes him look like a very pretty girl."

Michael laughed and pushed me up against the lockers. Putting his lips to mine. Slowly working his tongue between my lips so mine would come out and play. He moved his hips so they came up against mine. I sighed and his tongue slipped inside. The kiss was hot and wet and teasing at what more he could do with his mouth. His tongue ran along the roof of my mouth. Mine stroked his. He pulled away leaning his fore head against mine.

"When we get home. I promise you. I’ll make you pay for saying I’m any thing like a girl."