Crystalline Tears

By Lia Star

Chapter One: Syron Rayne

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A/N: Hey all. This is just something that I thought up, and decided to write up the first chapter to. Thought that you all might like to have a chance to read it, so I decided to put it up and see what you all think of it. Let me know if you'd like me to continue with it. But, if I do continue with it, don't expect more than maybe one or two updates a month, if that. I'll be starting my first year of University in less that 3 weeks, and I'll be busy with school work. But, I will try to update when I can. So, like I said, just let me know what you all think of this, and I'll do my best to update if you all like it!

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I had always known that I was different. I mean, no one spent their time looking at boys more than girls. Especially if that person was a boy himself. No one knew about that little fact though. Just the thought of someone finding out that I was into guys, rather than girls, terrified me. I knew what the people at my school did to those who were different from them. I'm not blind. I saw what happened to Syron. How they cornered him, attacking him like the ravenous wolves they are. Just the thought of something similar happening to me…well…I didn't like to think about it.

Syron was gone from school for the rest of the year, and I didn't see him the entire summer. I thought at first that he'd moved away. I wouldn't have blamed him. It was a well known fact that he was gay. He never once denied it either. In a way I respected him. I know that I would never have had the courage to stand up for my lifestyle as he did. But, he didn't move. At least, not permanently.

It turns out that his family had decided to move him to his Grandparent's place for a while, to let him recover from the beating the jocks had given him. But, with the new school year, he was back.

Now, before all this had happened, I had noticed him occasionally. I mean, he was pretty cute. In a boy-next-door sort of way. But when he returned to school, he was totally different. He actually lived up to his name. Is it any wonder that I was in awe of him?

Where before had stood a pale, almost frail looking dark child, now stood a man. And what a man! Syron must have had a growth spurt over the months that he'd been away, because instead of his previous 5'8" height, he now stood at 6'3". And he'd filled out too. He'd gained a nice body shape, the body of a runner and swimmer combined, with hidden strength rippling underneath his skin as he moved. His dark brown hair fell to his shoulders in a straight slash, and was held back by a black tie, with his bangs falling into his eyes. His dark gray eyes held a ferocious sparkle that hadn't been present before. Just to look into those eyes sent a thrill through me. One unlike anything I've ever before experienced.

At first, no one recognized him. That was understandable though. He'd changed so much. It was the guys who beat him up that clued everyone in. They'd been shooting him glances the entire day, wondering who the new student was, when the captain of the football team clued everyone in with his shouted exclamation.

I don't think that I've ever seen so many shocked faces in my life. Syron had pretty much ruined their idea of what a gay guy should look like. Hell, if it hadn't been for the fact that I knew Syron was gay from him having gone to this school all his life, then I would never have believed that he'd been gay either. It just didn't seem plausible. But it was.

He took it pretty well though. If that had been me, and I'd changed that much, I would have been on the guys who beat the shit out of me in a second. But Syron, he just looked them over, laughed, and left the cafeteria. I think that's what shocked Brian the most. Never once did Syron let on that he was annoyed, or even angered, by what Brian and his buddies had done to him, even though he had to have wanted to sock Brian one. That kind of made me respect him even more. It took a real man to just ignore someone like Brian.

Syron had always been the one the jocks picked on. That he would have enough nerve to just laugh at the biggest jock in the school, well, it was nothing short of amazing. He'd always been one that would just stand there and take what they dealt him. Never once had I heard him complain. But, it looked like Syron had changed over the months he'd been gone. In more ways than the obvious.

I spent my time from then on watching him. It was easy enough to do. I mean, no one notices me. I'm invisible to everyone. I get good enough grades to placate my parents, but not good enough to attract the attention of the jocks looking for people to do their assignments for them. I'm pretty plain looking. Shaggy kind of hair style that my Mom itched to get at with a pair of scissors. She claimed that I looked like I'd gotten run over with the lawn mower. I never let her near me though. I liked my hair the way it was. My hair was my pride, with it's ebony color. I washed it twice daily. Once before school when I took a shower, and once before I went to bed. I had a thin body type. But I wore too big clothes to cover up and muscle structure that I might have had. And my eyes. Well, they caused a bit of a problem. I had this wide eyed look of supposed "innocence" that irritated the hell out of me. Big blue eyes are seriously overrated. I was just glad that I needed glasses and were able to hide them.

So, like I said. Nothing that unique about me. At least, that's what I thought. Apparently I wasn't as invisible as I thought myself to be. I'd wanted to be seen by a lot of people, and then, by others, I was glad that I was invisible. But, the one person that I was scared to become visible to…well…he saw me!

School had been back in session for a couple months, and it was starting to get a little chilly, what with winter coming up and all. I had just entered the school in the morning, glad to be rid of the chill. I always got there early, so I could have a little time to myself. Usually Mrs. Goldman left the library open for me, but she'd told me the day before that she wouldn't be able to do that today, as she wouldn't be getting there until late. I didn't mind. I could just sit in front of my locker and read the book that I'd borrowed the other day. No problem there.

So, I went to my locker, stored my things and grabbed my book before dropping in front of my locker to wait for the bell. I'd just taken off my glasses to wipe the steam from them, when I heard him.

I was so startled at first, that my gaze darted up, my eyes wide. Naturally, I forgot about my glasses. But that was beside the point. I could clearly see his eyes widen in shock.

Mentally cursing my stupidity, I ducked my head, replacing my glasses and drawing my legs up, refusing to look up at him. I certainly didn't dare stand up. Not with the obvious evidence of my arousal suddenly pushing against the fabric of my pants. That even meeting his eyes could cause this reaction from me shocked me slightly, but who was I kidding. I was half in love with the guy already.

He spoke to me again, his tone of voice holding nothing but kindness. I think that was what made me pay attention. I had assumed partly that he would ignore me, like everyone else did. I was, after all, supposed to be invisible. It never once occurred to me that he could see me.

I peered at him through the fringe of the bangs that fell in my eyes as he knelt down next to me, the strength obvious as he shifted onto the balls of his feet, letting his hands dangle between his legs as his arms rested on his thighs. He'd set his backpack on the floor next to him, and was smiling at me with a look that heated my blood and made my face turn bright red.

"Hey. You're here early," he said, smiling encouragingly.

I merely nodded. What else could I do? Here was the guy that I'd been watching for the last few months, and he was talking to me! Me of all people!

"Do you have a name?" he inquired, tilting his head to the side, the smile never leaving his face.

Again, I could only nod, too scared to open my mouth.

He just chuckled, making me gasp softly as the noise moved through me, straight to my straining erection. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Milara," I squeaked.

I know…it sounds like a girls name. I curse my mother every day for the name she gave me. She said she read it in a novel once, and that it stuck with her. So, she decided to curse me with it. Parents should never be allowed to name their children.

"Cool name. It sounds a lot better than mine," he stated, grimacing slightly. "Parents shouldn't be allowed to name their children. I don't know what my mother was thinking when she called me Syron. I mean, its just begging to be picked on. I don't know why my father agreed with the name in the first place."

I sniggered slightly. He was right. With a name like Syron, who wouldn't make some comment. I'm just glad that no one knew my name. I knew that would deserve a few shots at least.

Syron looked at me, a shocked look on his face. "You're laughing at me?"

I quickly gulped down my laughter, shaking my head furiously.

He grinned, laughing himself. "That's alright. It is pretty funny."

I just continued to sit there. I'd only said one word to him the entire time that he'd been there, and that didn't really count, since it was my name. I just couldn't get over the fact that he actually saw me! No one else ever had. I was kind of curious as to why he'd even approached me in the first place.

"Hey, I gotta get going. Got some things to do before classes start. Do you want to hang out after school? Maybe come over to my place for a bit?" Syron questioned, grabbing the strap of his backpack, glancing at his watch.

I was shocked. I tilted my head back as he stood, wincing slightly when I hit the door of my locker with the back of my head. I couldn't believe that I had heard him correctly. Had he really just asked me over to his place after school?

"So, you in?" he questioned, smiling.

I nodded dumbly. What else could I do?

"Great! I'll see you after school then! Meet me in the parking lot. We'll take my truck, alright?"

I nodded again.

Grinning, he waved, taking off at a run down the hall, heading towards the back of the school.

I could only watch him disappear around the corner, the bulge in my pants starting to ache and bringing me back to reality. What in the world was I going to do if I got into this kind of situation by just meeting his eyes!? What would happen to me if I spent an hour or so with him after school?!

Groaning, I smacked my head against the locker door, wincing. Great. Life was just great.

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To Be Continued…

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