school adversary

Part 12a

I woke up the next morning to discover a warm weight pressing against me. I looked down to see a sleeping Duo sprawled on top of me, one of my arms wrapped around his waist, the other clutching a fistful of that silky tangle of hair. One of Duo's legs was thrown across mine, one arm was around my neck and the other was across my chest.
I smiled in satisfaction and relief, gently stroking his hair. I had been afraid that last night was only one more in the series of intensely erotic dreams I had been having about Duo. I looked at him sleeping in my arms and felt a jolt of something that scared me witless. Caring, tenderness...love.
I loved Duo Maxwell.
My mind went into shock. How could I love Duo? He was a joker, he was a jock, and he was a guy! At that moment, my mind bought up all the bad things that I originally thought he was and even those that I liked. He had a ridiculous braid, he wanted to be a SPORTSMAN for god's sakes! Every negative thought that I had ever thought about Duo was dredged up again, jolted into my mind by the startling realisation that I loved him.
Unfortunately, Duo chose that moment to wake up.
He opened his eyes and blinked at me sleepily. He looked like a little kitten that had just woken up. For some reason, that seemed to anger me.
He smiled up at me dreamily, saying "Hey sexy". Then his mind must have started to actually work, as a small frown crossed his face. "What's wrong?" he asked me, his face confused.
"Get off me" I said icily, pushing him off. Duo landed on the floor with a loud thud, looking even more bewildered.
"What..." He looked up at me, faintly hurt. That hurt look annoyed me more. Why should he think that he meant the slightest thing to me? At this point in time, all my instincts were telling me to get him away from me as fast as possible. All these feelings were alien to me and they were very uncomfortable, to put it mildly, and he was the cause. To get rid of the feelings, I had to get rid of him, and make him never want to come back.
Right?
I stared at him icily, inwardly cringing at the thought of what I was about to do. He had made me the happiest I had ever been, but the feelings he caused in me were terrifying in the way I could not control them. Later, I would look back at this and slap myself, but now I felt that this was my only choice.
Duo reached for me, a question in his eyes. I shoved his arm back ruthlessly, hissing "Don't touch me!" at him. Hurt started to form in his lovely violet eyes.
"Heero, please, what's wrong?" His eyes pleaded with me for answers, causing another pang in my chest and hardening my resolve, even though I was dying inside.
"Nothing's wrong" I said in my old monotone, maintaining my icy composure.
"Then why don't you want me to touch you?"
"Why would *I* want *you* to touch me?"
Duo's face fell. "You didn't seem to mind last night" he whispered hoarsely, looking at the floor now.
"That was last night" I turned and started to walk to the ensuite bathroom. I was stopped by a hand on my ankle. I looked down into Duo's anxious face.
"Heero-"
I kicked his wrist hard, hearing a sickening snapping noise. Duo cried out and clutched his wrist to his chest. "What do you not understand? I don't want you to touch me again. I don't want to hear you again. I don't want to see or even think of you again. Is that clear?"
"But-"
"But what Duo? Did you honestly think that anyone could care about you?" The minute it was out of my mouth I knew I had crossed a line. Duo's face went completely blank, and he tensed his entire body. I turned and walked to the bathroom
When I came back, he was gone.

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Part 12b

I got dressed in the clothes I'd been wearing the day before. My black boxer shorts were found across the room, and my clothes were lying across the chair. I had Dark purple baggy pants with red stitching, a tight red singlet and a baggy black jacket. The singlet was too much to manage with my sore wrist (not broken, please don't let it be broken!), so I just put on my jacket and shoved the singlet into my pocket. I took off, trying to stem the tears as I ran through the back yard and down through the empty block of land behind his house. I had to go that way because otherwise I might be seen, even though it was eight in the morning, and most people aren't up that early on weekends.
I headed for the school, knowing the location of a hole in the fence helped me get in. I crawled up the tree and settled into my hiding place. By this time my arm was throbbing and I could no longer hold back my tears.
I sat there for hours, sobbing and thinking about Heero. Had I just been a one-night stand for him? Was that what everything was about? Did he really not care about me? And...had my father been right? These thought all raced around me head, over and over until I felt sick. Then I became angry. Who the HELL did he think he was? Did he think he could just use me as his little fuck toy and throw me away? I gave him my virginity god damn it, and he treated me like dirt?! Well fuck him!
I dried my eyes and crawled out of the tree, deciding that it was time I went to see someone about my arm. I didn't really know any doctors, and I *really* did not feel like going to Quatre's house and seeing Quatre and Trowa fawning over each other, so I went to my coach's house.
My coach was this really great guy. He coached all of our team sports along with two assistant coaches. The assistant coaches coached some of the non-team sports, and he assisted them in the sports they coached. He wasn't one of those coaches who yells at you all the time and points out all your mistakes without ever recognising your achievements. He was a pretty cool guy, and he always treated me like more of a friend than a student. I guess it was because we spent so much time together.
As I stood in front of his house waiting for him to answer, I wished I had brought my sunglasses to Heero's house. I could imagine what my face looked like. Thinking of where I had been this morning almost bought me to tears again. Luckily, the door opened before I had too much time to wallow, and a guy I had never seen before stood in front of me wearing only a pair of jeans. He had long, silvery blond hair and ice blue eyes. Nervous now, in case I had gotten the wrong house, I asked "Is Mr.Kushrenada there?"
The guy looked at me curiously. "Sure, he's having brunch at the moment." He let me in, closing the door behind me, and led me to the kitchen. Mr Kushrenada was sitting there, reading a paper and eating a piece of toast. He was also only wearing a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips. He looked up as I entered, and an expression of concern immediately settled onto his face.
"Duo?" he asked, rising from his chair, "what happened?"
"I hurt my wrist" I said tonelessly, holding it out in front of me. I don't know why, but all my emotions seem to have frozen. It was like I was viewing everything from outside myself. I didn't feel anything when Mr.Kushrenada checked over my wrist. I was surrounded in a haze that seemed to be sucking out all my emotions. I was trapped in it.
I remained motionless all through the bandaging of my broken wrist, which that bastard had broken! My mind shuddered away from that thought, knowing that if I thought about him, I would break down again, and this emotionless fog was infinitely preferable.
I didn't react at all when Mr.Kushrenada told me that he and Zech's were lovers (I guess I had been staring at them). When he looked at me challengingly and asked me if that was a problem though, I couldn't handle it any more. I burst into tears, much to his shock and horror.
Then there were two pairs of warm arms around me, comforting me, and concerned questions. I had never felt so cared for, which is odd because I had never really had that much physical contact with Trieze (Mr.Kushrenada had told me to call him that). I ended up blurting out the entire story to both of them. At the end of it, it was unanimously decided that Heero was a bastard. Treize said it was lucky it wasn't a crucial time in any sports or else he would have had to kill Heero.
I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but it did cheer me up. Trieze and Zechs said that they didn't mind if I spent the rest of the day at their house, but that I would have to go get a cast put on my arm as soon as possible. I accepted their invitation thankfully, still not up to facing any of my friends.
The rest of the day was really quite pleasant with both Treize and Zechs trying to cheer me up. It was nice being around people who I could be completely honest with, and who I didn't have to wear a mask for. The only bad part was when I went to the doctors and found out that my arm definitely was broken, and that I'd have to miss out on 6 weeks of sport.
That night at dinner, in an effort to cheer me up, Treize and Zechs told me about their first boyfriends. "My first boyfriend was Jeremy Nyman, a fellow football player" Said Trieze. "He was a really good friend until he decided he loved me. Then, when we started to go out, he became really neurotic. He started asking me questions like 'Do you think that guy's cute? Is he cuter than me? Would you go out with him if we weren't dating?' about guys we just passed on the street. Then, when he was dressing, he would ask me whether or not he looked fat, and when I said no, he would say that I didn't have to lie. It just got to much, and I had to drop him" Trieze shrugged metaphorically. "These things happen, you just have to take the good with the bad. Sometimes you get a real bastard, and sometimes you get a real sweetie" The last part of the sentence was said with Trieze looking at Zechs adoringly.
"I'm not going to go into the details of my first boyfriend" Began Zechs, looking at me earnestly. "But I will tell you that he hit me, and I'm going to share the one certainty that I have learned in this life with you. If they hit you once, they'll hit you again." I locked my gaze with his for a moment and saw a haunted look there that made me believe him. I knew he knew what he was talking about.
Then it was time for me to leave. I walked over to the school, into my room and crawled into bed. Tomorrow was going to be hell.
I would have to face Heero.