Warning: This is Yaoi-Slash-Male/Male-Boy/Boy!!! I repeat: YAOI-SLASH-MALE/MALE-BOY/BOY!!!! GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY!!!! Don't complain to me later in case by some miracle you missed this!!!! And also... I hate to give it away so soon... but this will eventually be an m-preg. Just thought I'd warn you. I would like for you to continue reading, but I'll understand if you'd rather not. I didn't like m-preg at first either... Anyways... ENJOY!!!!

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I had always considered myself to be your average, everyday boy. I grew up with normal parents. My mom liked to bake cookies, and my dad shoved sports down my throat. I went to the local public school... I got okay grades, I mean, I wasn't an idiot but then I wasn't a straight A student either. I had friends, I hated school, I loved to eat... Typical growing boy... However... I found out that I wasn't human.

There is no definite name for my kind. We aren't monsters, we aren't freaks, we have no bizarre powers... We are basically "special humans". Some of my people call themselves Vampires; which only comes from the fact that should we ever get sick (which is rare) a little sip of blood makes us all better. Some of my kind can twist their shape into that of a dog and they call themselves Werewolves. We're also known as Angels, Elves... Beautiful people basically... We are just a higher grade of human.

I found out I wasn't human when I hit puberty. I hadn't noticed anything strange at first. It was a day or two before Valentine's Day and I woke up late and had to rush to school. I hadn't looked in the mirror, I hadn't eaten breakfast, my parents got mad at me... Nothing new, it had happened before. But... imagine my surprise when I walked through the door of my sixth grade classroom and had twenty-four pairs of eyes trained on me. Sure I was late, but they didn't have to gawk at me as if I were an alien.

I took my seat and everyone continued to stare. It went like that all day. Everywhere I went I was stared at... It was really creepy and weird... I began to think that something was wrong with me... When I got home I went straight to the kitchen because I knew my mom would be there. She sat me down and explained what was going on and why everyone was staring: I wasn't human.

I was shocked. It's not like every day you come home to find out you're not human. But I got through it. After our talk my mom took me to her bathroom to look in her giant full-length mirror and I got a good look at myself: I didn't see anything different at first. I still had green eyes, brown hair, pale-ish skin... I still looked like me. But the longer I looked at myself the more different I seemed. Had my eyes always been so big and bright and so beautiful? Was my hair always so shiny and soft looking? Just looking at my hair made me want to run my hands through it. Had my skin always seemed to glow and look as if it were soft to the touch? I was still me... just a more beautiful me. My voice even had a musical ring to it.

I decided that I liked not being human, but then Valentine's Day came along... Good gods! I have never seen so many boxes of chocolates and cards and flowers before... Ever! And they were on my desk! I had more candy and flowers than any girl in my class! In the school!!! It seemed that everyone wanted me to be their Valentine... or at least all the boys. Which horrified me at first! Boys liked me!? WHAT!? But then I realized that I had never really liked girls that much... So I wasn't human, and I was gay... What fun...

It's the same now, even though I'm seventeen. Every freaking day I get some kind of note from some guy who likes me. Most of the time it's shoved in my locker, but then some really brave ones actually hand me stuff in person. Very gallant efforts, but for some reason none of the human boys I've met have sparked my interest at all... It's actually quite disheartening. I've never met any other boys like me that are my age. I'm always surrounded by humans... Sigh...

The school knows what I am, the students, the teachers... everyone. My kind aren't that uncommon now. We're everywhere it seems. But the first people I told were my teammates.

Yes, I still play sports... all though it gives people a great excuse to see me in tight football pants... But I love to play. I'm not very good of course, mainly because all the other guys I play with are big and powerful. They didn't turn into some submissive girly elf when they hit puberty, but I'm okay. I'm definitely not the worst on the team. Coach puts me in often too, that may be because my dad is a frequent donor of money to the sports department at my school, but whatever the reason I have never let my team down. We are like one big family, the varsity football team... They're like my brothers; they even act like brothers. I guess it's because I'm "different" that every time I show up for a party I have to have one of them keep an eye on me, I have to have an escort home, and I'm not allowed to talk to strange guys unless one of them is with me. I love them and everything, but honestly I feel like a little sister sometimes instead of a brother.

"Kyle!" I heard an extremely loud and gruff voice call. I closed my locker and turned around to see the biggest guy on the team, Micheal (a.k.a Mikey), making his way towards me through the crowded hallway. He reached my side and playfully punched my arm. "What's up, man?" he greeted.

I rubbed my arm but smiled. He was the only one on the team that called me 'man', and he was the only one that hit me like he hit all the other guys on the team. He didn't treat me like a little girl to be taken care of... at least, he wasn't as bad as some of the guys, one in particular. "Nothing," I said, "I was getting my Trig. book."

We began walking down the hall. People always said we made quite a site when we walked together. There was the large, muscular black teen who could wink at any girl and have her melting... Then there was me, the smaller pale-skinned elf guy that could make any girl jealous. Sometimes people even thought we were a couple, which always made me laugh. he certainly was handsome, but he was just too much like a brother, a large dark-skinned brother.

He groaned. "Trig... I think it's teachers' non-physical form of torture... I don't know how I'll stay on the team, I'm barely passing as it is."

I hit his massive shoulder. "Don't think like that!" I exclaimed, "Don't I always help you? You'll stay on the team."

He smiled and ruffled my chin length brown-hair. "Thanks," he said.

"Wah!" I exclaimed, stepping away from him, "Don't do that! It took forever for me to fix this morning!" And it had! I had spent thirty minutes after my morning shower trying to get my hair to fall just right... I finally managed to sweep it back from my face in a way my mom had described as 'absolutely adorable', which annoyed me. I wasn't trying to be adorable! I was trying not to look so darn feminine!

Mikey laughed, a warm, deep, bear-like sound. "You're such a girl," he teased, his hazel eyes sparkling.

I stuck my tongue out at him and fought off a blush.

We stopped in front of my Trig. class. "Don't forget that Coach wants us to use our study period for work outs. We're playing that new school Friday night..." the big teen reminded me. He looked at me quizzically. "Are you excited?"

"Sure, I guess," I said, shrugging. This was a complete lie. I was really excited. The new school we were playing had a bunch of people like me... Well, maybe not like me, but they had more of my kind! The only people of my kind that I've met is my mother (my father is just human), my mother's parents, and a crazy uncle that my mother adores. Uncle Jareth (Jay for short) has no kids or spouse, so I've been practically all alone.

Mikey rolled his eyes and smiled. "You're such a liar." The bell rang. "Oops," he said, "Get to class, I'll see you free period."

I waved as he walked off. I sighed and walked into the math class. It's not that I wasn't good at math, I was exceptionally good really, but I hated this class. I had a perfectly good reason, too! His name: Phillip Greene. He was six feet, two inches, of touchy-feely, can't take 'no' for an answer, slimy wandering eyeballs, with pampered hands that had trouble staying to themselves... And guess who had the pleasure of sitting right next to him?

Yes... Me.

I walked to my desk next to the guy and took my seat. The teacher wasn't in yet, great. That was always such a good sign.

I tried to ignore the slimy gaze I felt all over my skin. I could have easily told the guys on the team about Phillip the first time he stared at me like a piece of meat, they would have made him stop... but I refused to have him killed, which is probably what the team would have done. And plus, I didn't want to complain like a girl; I could take care of myself despite what my father, Coach, and the team thought.

"Hello, Kyle," the boy said, smiling.

I turned to him and smiled. "Hello, Phillip," I said. He hadn't acted on whatever he felt for me, so I tried to act civil towards him. I was probably only adding fuel to his fire, but I couldn't just ignore him. Unless he actually tried something, I had to give him the benefit of the doubt.

His smile grew, showing off his perfect white teeth. "As lovely as ever, I see," he said.

I tried to keep my smile in place. "Your teeth are as white as ever," I replied, choosing not to comment on his looks; he would definitely take that as some kind of invitation. He wasn't ugly, far from it actually. He had perfectly trimmed blonde hair that fell cutely over his baby-blue eyes. His skin was a dark tan, most likely from all the time he spent vacationing with his parents in California or Hawaii or other coastal places like that. He looked like the typical cool rich kid who got whatever he wanted. He only wanted beautiful things, things that looked good on him... or hanging off his arm. He dated and slept with anyone as long as they were gorgeous and wouldn't make him look bad. He went through girls like one may go through tissues during a sad movie. My guess was that he had had all his fun with the girls in school and had finally made his way to me... Bleh...

"You're so sweet," he said, trying to use his imaginary charm, "Anyone'd be lucky to have you..." he whispered in my ear.

He pulled away when the teacher burst through the door. I loved Mrs. Mason, she always came in at the perfect time.

"Let's begin, class."

We went over our homework, learned a new chapter, and did a bunch of problems using trigonomic functions... I was eagerly awaiting the bell to ring the entire class. Why was it that when you wanted a class to speed by it seemed to go even slower?

The longer I had to sit next to Phillip, the more I had to talk him. The more I talked to him the cockier he got. The cockier he got, the more touchy-feely he got. This was made worse when Mrs. Mason instructed us to push our desks together and work as partners. He would ask me for help and place his hand on my thigh; he didn't do anything, just let it rest there... It was still rather uncomfortable. I would push his hand away, only to have him put it back. Class drug on and on...

Finally the bell rang!

I threw my stuff in my bag and stood, quickly putting my desk back where it belonged. I almost made it out the door, but of course, I tripped and fell. I waved off everyone's help as they walked out the door. I just sat there until I was the last one... At least I thought I was the last one.

"Watch where you're going, Kyle," Phillip said, pulling me up. He pulled me close.

I pushed him away. "And watch how you help somebody up," I replied. I turned to leave.

He pulled me to a stop, spun me around, and latched his lips onto mine. I was too stunned to move at first, but as soon as I recovered I tried to push him off. He was a little taller than me and definitely had more muslce; I couldn't push him off. He gripped my arms tightly, it hurt quite a bit.

"Boys!" Mrs. Mason exclaimed. Phillip didn't seem to hear her. "Boys!" she exclaimed again, tapping the bigger teen on the shoulder. He finally pulled away and I ignored his glazed over face to wipe my mouth off.

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew...

"That is detention!" she exclaimed, "For both of you... PDA is against the rules!" PDA= Public Display of Affection

"What!?" I exclaimed. "That wasn't PDA! That was gross and had no affection at all! Give him detention!"

The lady shook her head. "Both of you come here after school. Do you understand me?"

I glared at Phillip, he still looked a little out of it, but he smirked at me. "Yes, mam," he said, before he walked out of the room.

"Kyle?" she asked, "I expect you here as well."

I nodded my head and walked out of the room angrily. How could that have even happened!? Detention!? I stomped my way to the weight room, it was my study period now.

"Woah!" Mikey exclaimed when I threw my stuff down next to him, "What happened to you?"

I angrily twisted the combination lock on my locker and opened it. "I have detention this afternoon!" I exclaimed, grabbing my workout clothes.

All the guys in the room with us froze. I understood fully, I had never gotten detention before, ever. I'd never even gotten in trouble!

Jamie Jackson, the back-up quarterback turned towards me, shirtless. "What'd you do?" he asked. Henry, Dean, Tommy, Alex, Anthony, and Sean, more of the team, all turned towards me to listen. What had their beloved little elf done to get detention?

"I didn't do anything!" I exclaimed. "I tried to push him off!" I pulled my shirt off and replaced it with a grey t-shirt that was too big. "But he wouldn't let go!" I pulled my pants off next. "So Mrs. Mason gave us both detention!"

"Wait, what?" Mikey questioned, stopping me as I tried to pull my gym shorts on. "What happened?"

The big boy looked almost muderous; I looked around. All the guys looked angry... Oops... but... I was angry too! That jerk! How dare he kiss me!? But just because he stole my first real kiss didn't mean he deserved the beating of his life... I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at the ground, ignoring how girly I looked with just my t-shirt on.

"Actually," I said, "Nevermind, it was nothing." I did not want Phillip's death on my conscience, even if he was a slimy, gropey pig!

"Oh, no," Jamie said, pushing me down on the bench in front of the row of lockers, "Tell us what happened."

"It was nothing! Really!" I exclaimed.

Mikey crossed his arms over his chest; the other guys followed suit. "Tell us... Or we'll get Brad to handle it..."

I sighed. If they brought Brad, the quarterback, team captain, and my best friend since pee wee football, into this... No. I'd probrably never be able to go anywhere alone ever again. "Fine," I grumbled, "But you have to promise not to freak out or something! It really isn't as bad as I was making it out to be! I'm just angry!" They all nodded their heads. I sighed again; they were going to beat the crap out of him. "There's this guy in my Trig. class," I started. I paused.

"And his name?" Mikey questioned. Most likely so they would know what to put on his headstone.

"Can I put my pants on please?" I questioned. All the guys blushed and looked at anything but me.

Mikey stuttered. "Oh, y-yeah, of course!" He turned away.

I smiled. "Are you blushing?" I questioned the big teen. He shook his head quickly and denied my accusation. "No," I laughed, "You are." I stood up. "Do I look that good?" I questioned, twirling in a circle.

He pushed me slightly. "Just get dressed," he growled, turning away some more.

I chuckled but did as he instructed. Everyone was turned away from me. "I have pants on guys, you can turn back around now."

They all seemed to breathe a little easier as they turned to face me again.

"Continue," Jamie instructed. "You were about to tell us his name."

"No I wasn't," I corrected, "You guys treat me like a little girl who can't take care of herself. I'm not a girl and I can take care of my own problems... Besides, I plan on kicking him so hard in the balls that the line of gropy pigs will stop with him."

"Tell us what happened right now," Mikey ordered.

I sighed. "This guy in my math class just always gets a little too comfortable with me; I don't know what made him so bold today, but just suddenly, out of nowhere, he comes up and-"

"Comes up and what?" came a deep voice from the locker room door.

I gulped. Brad... Definitely not someone who needed to hear this. Brad was the worst offender on the list of people who over-protected me. He was even worse than my father... Well, almost worse than my father; it was a tie. I'm sure they got together behind my back and talked about new ways to protect me...

I turned around to face my old friend; we were in pee-wee football together. We stayed at each other's houses, we bugged our mothers, we talked over walkie-talkies, we gave cooties to girls, we built a tree-house with our fathers in his backyard... We did it all. He was like a brother to me, but unfortunately I was like his little sister now.

He may have been my 'brother', but I was not against calling him one sexy-as-mess brother. He had the bluest blue eyes and the most amazing smile with dimples. And he had the most adorable/sexy curly brown hair that every single girl in the school fawned over, and his body... I was immune to its wonderous-ness because we grew up together, but he could stop traffic and world hunger with its brilliance. I think at least thirty girls daily had to go to the nurse complaining of heartaches... Brad was one of the most perfect male specimens to grace this small town and its inhabitants.

"Hello Brad!" I exclaimed. He was other-worldly beautiful, but he was protective; he would maim Phillip and then I would feel guilty for the rest of my life and I would just die if I had to tell Phillip's parents that their son was dead because of me... "Nothing happened. It's all good. Goodbye!" I stood quickly and pushed passed most of the other guys until I was grabbed around the waist.

"Oh no," Brad said deeply in my ear; he started walking us backwards, my back was pressed firmly against his warm chest, "You started something. You finish it."

I shook my head. "No," I said, trying to free myself, he had a really strong grip, "I will not have Phillip's death on my conscience just because you don't think I can take care of myself! And that's that!" I froze... Oops...

"Phillip?" Mikey asked, "That blonde guy in your math class that I walk you to everyday?"

"Greene?" Brad questioned, releasing me. He rubbed his chin thinkingly. "I suppose we'll need to talk with him later on." He grinned, it looked kind of evil. "Go workout everyone," he said. "I'm glad I volunteered to come talk to coach for Mr. Maddin." And with that, he walked out to find coach.

I glared at Mikey and the rest of the guys.

"What?" Mikey questioned with a grin.

I just turned and walked out of the room. "Don't be like that!" I heard him call after me with a laugh.

"You better hide the body really well," I replied, "Because if he turns up missing I will tell the police everything!"

MasterCherry: So how did you like it? I really like this one! REVIEW! I have a lot of cute and fun things planned! And then of course I have to introduce the new sexy school filled with sexy guys! WOOT! REVIEW!!! I like Mikey! He's funny! And BRAD!! He's sexy! YAY! But if these regular humans are soooo sexy... Then that makes me wonder how sexy my higher grade of human school guys will be! Heeheehee! I can see it now! I whole bunch of Greek Gods on the football field tackling each other... WooHoo! ^^

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