AN: It's me S. Wolves again! I promise I will update P and D as soon as I can, but in the meantime, enjoy!

SUM: Dean Anderson is a 100% homophobic and totally straight. But when his sister's boyfriend Justin slapped his ass in the cafeteria at school, he starts questioning his morals: Is he Straight or Bi? And why does Justin keep fondling his ass?

If someone had told me that I would fall in love with a boy in my last year of high school and wish that we would be together forever, I would have gutted that person without hesitation. Why, you ask? Well first of all, I'm a boy myself and a totally loyal homophobic. Literally. And second, I'm the most popular guy in school and a totally hot jock. So why in the world would I turn my back to the wonders of boobs? Well, the answer lies with a certain redhead. Okay, okay, maybe we are going a bit too fast. So lets rewind it to about three months before and we'll start there.

Three months ago.

"Dean, open the door." My sister Melanie nudged me in the ribs sharply and gestured toward the sound of the knocking. It was a Monday morning and we were eating breakfast in the kitchen. I shot her a dark glare and got to my feet not so willingly. No need to guess who would be at the door at this time in the morning. I sighed and stole one of her Oreos before making my way to the front door. I could already see his tall shadow through the curtains. I gritted my teeth and yanked the door open before turning back toward the kitchen hurriedly. Obviously it wasn't fast enough.

A hand shot out and curled around my wrist before turning me around. I curled my lip at the tall bronze haired boy in the doorway. Justin cocked his head to the side and his lips twitched up in a sort of smile as he opened his mouth.

"Hi." He said in a monotone, his expressionless face creeping me out. I ignored him and tried to pull my arm out of his cold grip but he ignored my attempts and drew closer until our noses almost touched and repeated his greeting again in that dull voice. I glared and clenched my teeth in annoyance, itching to punch the amused look off his face.

"Hello to you too, fucking asshole." I grounded out between my clenched teeth and glared daggers at his face. He let go of my arm and walked past me toward the kitchen. I stumbled slightly as he let me go and nearly banged my head against his shoulder with a curse.

My sister waved to her boyfriend and Justin sat down next to her with a faint smile. I made my way into the kitchen after my mother bustled in with a cheerful smile. She definitely didn't belong on a Monday morning.

"Hi, Mrs. Anderson." He said sweetly as she leaned down and pecked his forehead. She was totally okay with Melanie bringing her boyfriend into the house randomly but I couldn't even see my girlfriend on the weekends. How unfair is that?

"Hey to you too, Justin. Did you have breakfast already?" she chirped as she set down a stack of pancakes onto my plate. He nodded and drew a wrinkled brown breakfast bag out of his jacket.

"Yeah, I had a bagel on the way here." he said and tossed the empty bag into the trash. My mother clicked her tongue and gave him a mocking glare before setting a plate in front of Melanie.

"That's hardly enough nutrients for a growing boy." She said.

"The bagel had eggs in it." Justin immediately replied without hesitation. I snorted. I could tell he was lying. Years of being in the same class as him made my lie detectors very sharp. The bronze haired boy turned his blue eyes to me and I glared in return, sliding the fork into my mouth and chewing. My mother made awesome pancakes, really.

He smiled slightly and before I could understand what was happening, slender fingers eased the fork out of my hand and my mouth dropped open as he stabbed a piece of pancake from my plate and raised it to his mouth. My sister burst out into laughter as I gaped at him. Justin chewed and gave my mom a smile.

"Your cooking tastes great as always, Mrs. Anderson." he said with a sweet smile. I would have thrown myself at him and strangled the daylights out of him if my mother hadn't been standing there and giggling like a twelve-year-old girl.

"I'm full." I said forcefully and pushed the plate away from me and stood. I made my way upstairs and pulled on a white shirt and my black leather jacket and a pair of blue jeans. There was still ten more minutes till I had to go downstairs and face that horror again so I decided to stay in my room. I sat on the bed and glanced around my room. the sunlight from the window lit up all my sports trophies and medals. I sighed happily. Yep, one more year and I would be in collage. And one step closer to my dream of becoming a basketball star.

I frowned when my eyes fell onto one of the smaller photos behind the glass case of pictures. My eyes focused on the smallest boy with the shiny red hair and crooked glasses. Yep, believe it or not, that was Justin. Funny how a guy can change in ten years. Before, he was just a small puny nerd in my class that I used to pick on for amusement and now he was half a head taller than me and still growing. Oh, I forgot, he shed the thick dorky frames for contacts. And bang, the girls started flocking to him like he was the next most wonderful thing to plastic surgery.

But his weird personality didn't change one bit. Even after he started dating with Melanie in the middle school. Most normal popular guys would be on the football team or very good at basketball, but no, he had to be in an arts club and carry canvas around with him 24/7 and smell like a fucking paint bucket all the time. Not to mention he was on the school's swim team. That was something clearly not normal, since no one really knew the school had a swim team until he went to the pool. After that, it was like boiling dumplings in there, the pool was literally packed with boys and girls. The popularity lasted until some unlucky boy slipped while he was running around the pool and cracked his back. Then they picked out a handful of the more mature swimmer and started the team officially. The swim team is totally gay. They actually had to wear those tiny triangular boy thongs they called swim trunks. Eww. I totally preferred big fat basketball jerseys.

Melanie's voice shouted my name from downstairs and I made my way down not so willingly. My mother rushed to me and started arranging my hair and cooing at how big we've finally grown. I wondered if she was nearing her mid-life crisis. Justin kissed my mother's cheek before making his way to Melanie who was waiting on the sidewalk. I followed at a much slower pace and eyed Justin's tight clothes with disgust.

Another thing about him was that he seemed to like really tight clothes and jeans that practically cupped his ass and squeaked when he walked. Not to mention they showed off his endlessly long legs that reminded me of chopsticks. And I wondered why Melanie would date a guy who wore tighter clothes than her. But obviously she didn't seem to mind him very much. I grumbled under my breath and shoved my hands into the warm jacket while Mel grabbed onto his arm and giggled at something he said.

My mother had to be evil to make me walk to school while enduring their lovey-dovey goo-goo eyes. By the time we made it to class, I was ready to puke. Justin was jus too gay and too much of a tight ass for my liking. I didn't even bother to say bye to Melanie as I made my way to my locker on the second floor.

Dallas was already there by the time I got to my locker. The strawberry blond gave me a grin and slapped my arm. I grunted in response and dumped my books in my locker as I turned and caught up to him. I made my way to English first period while listening to his creative cursing and crazy shit he was spouting. Dallas was on the basketball team and one of the hoodlums in the school but that didn't make in less popular with girls. I sat down next to him and watched as he popped a bubble and flipped his hair back, all sorts of clips and hair bands dangling in his blond hair. I made a face. How could he actually clip tootsie rolls to his head?

Class went by slowly and I was almost asleep when the last bell for lunch rang out and I made my way out of advanced physics. A hand grabbed my shoulder as I turned a corner. I jerked away and was about to curse someone's eyes out when I realized it was Brent. As in my best buddy since kindergarten Brent. I grinned and we slapped each other in that macho cliché way boys usually offer affection.

"So, are you going to take Jessica to the concert on Friday night?" my tall muscular brown haired best friend asked with a small smile. I blinked at him in confusion.

"There's a concert on Friday? Which band's coming by?" I asked curiously as we turned a corner and pushed open the cafeteria door.

Brent scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I think it was a Green Day concert."

We sat down at our usual table. I noticed the girls were all missing for some reason. Then several squeals from a nearby table made my eye twitch. All the popular girls were flocked around the table and giggling while they poked and pinched Justin's face. And what pissed me off was that he seemed totally at ease with his face nearly buried in Angela's breasts (Brent's girlfriend). I turned to see his reaction. But Brent merely looked spaced out for a moment and caught my eyes before shrugging and going back to his lunch.

I felt my annoyance rise as I saw my girlfriend was practically sitting on his lap. I growled and took a bite of my sandwich. Brent raised an eyebrow at me and smiled slightly.

"Getting jealous?" he nudged my ribs and passed me a carton of juice. I stabbed the straw into the paper and snarled out a 'no'. I washed down the soggy bread and took several long gulps of the juice. I finished the sandwich in record time, gave the table with Justin buried under the giggling girls a glare and stood up.

Melanie caught my eye as I stood up and nudged Justin's side. The girls turned to look at me as one and all burst out into giggles again. Oh yeah, that was the last straw. I turned and tossed my apple to my best friend and picked up the trash. The piece of napkin fluttered out of my fingers and I growled in annoyance before bending over the table and stretching out my fingers. Brent opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it and closed my triumphant fingers around the napkin.

Slap.

The sound was deafening in the silent cafeteria and the whole school turned as one to look at me. For a moment I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and tried to ignore the hard stinging in my ass and the hand that had done it. Insult to injury, Justin's hand squeezed my ass. I whirled around and he had the same empty expression on his face as he dropped his hand to his side. The awkward silence was broken as he spoke in a painfully honest voice.

"Your ass feels nice."

I felt the blood rush to my face as I launched myself at him. Justin's eyes widened.

"Oh, you are so fucking dead!" I snarled as I pulled Brent's half eaten tuna sandwich out of his stunned fingers and slammed it into my sister's boyfriend's face. oh yeah, Justin was so dead alright.

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