school adversary

Part 5

"Hey Q man" I greeted as he sat down besides Wufei (who was staring into space, not listening to a word I'd been saying), opposite me. Man I was hungry. Always was after a test, or practice, or lessons, or...you get the picture. "What's up?" I asked, noticing his distracted manor.
"Nothing" he shrugged. Alright, now I'm a sensitive guy, and I can take a hint and leave a guy alone, but he was my best friend, and something was wrong. Had been since last night, and if something was hurting him, then something was hurting me, and I was going to find out what. So I looked at him and said the only thing I could "Bullshit!". He looked up startled, then stared fixedly back down at his plate. "Something's been bothering you since last night, or more specifically, since we found the worm Trowa backed into a corner."
"He's not a-" Quatre answered vehemenently before cutting himself off and looking back down once more to his plate.
"He's not a what? A worm? Of course he's a worm. You know that Quatre!" I said looking shocked. What had Quatre done. He couldn't like him, could he? I looked at Quatre, yeah, he could. Quatre was always too emotional. Well, if he and Trowa did like each other, then I would do anything in my power to help. I always thought Quatre would gravitate towards the other team, if you know what I mean. He never showed any interest in girls (well, neither did I to tell the truth, but when would I have time?) so the fact that his first love/lust was a guy didn't really surprise me. The fact that it was a head worm however, took me by storm. "Look Quatre man, I'm your best friend, and you can tell me anything, you know that right?" He nodded. "So do you like him?"
"Who?" he asked, playing dumb.
"The guy whose been staring at you during the whole of lunch" I answered amused.
Quatre looked up, his startled gaze meeting the vibrant green gaze of one Trowa Barton. Stunned, Quatre quickly looked away. "So?" I asked pressing the issue. Quatre merely nodded, turning a dull shade of red. He wasn't too vocal today. "Well man" I said leaning forward. "I'll help you all I can, but you know those worms are such a snobby, stuck up, COLD bunch. Are you sure that you wouldn't prefer a nice, down to earth, energetic, warm jock?" I asked, a spark of mischief dancing in my violet eyes, and a grin spreading across my face. Quatre looked up, amused now as well.
"I'm sure I could get him warm" he said mischievously, "if I got the chance".
"Well, he is in my Spanish class" I said. "Want me to pass on a note for you? Or maybe a verbal message? Or I could just grab him, get my tongue acquainted with his tonsils, and tell him it was from you." At this, Quatre laughed, but was dead serious when he said
"Don't you dare!" I laughed at him, and the atmosphere that had been tense with mixed emotions, now vibrated with laughter.
A serious look descended upon Quatre's face again. "I don't even know if he likes guys Duo" He said earnestly. "And he probably hates jocks." Quatre's eyes displayed his rising doubt as he listed all the reasons why Trowa would never go for him "...and I'm not very strong, and I'm rich, what if he's intimidated, and -"
"Quatre shut up man!" I said, cutting off his flow of words. " Any guy or girl who doesn't fall over themselves after getting an invite for a relationship from you, ain't smart enough for you to begin with. Now, what we have to do is decide on how to get you two together. How about-"
"No" Quatre said emphatically
"No what?" I asked innocently
"If I get him, I want it to be with honesty, not with tricks or any elaborate plans."
"Okay, but we'll make it a private conversation shall we?"
"OK" Quatre said cautiously.
"Then, here's what we do." I said leaning in closer to Quatre.
A predatory grin formed on those cupid-like features.

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Trowa stopped in the shade of a large, spreading elm.
"So what the hell is happening?" I asked, completely fed up, yet still keeping my icy facade in place. Although I may not be the most expressive of people, I still care deeply about my friends. Once someone has my loyalty, they'll have it forever, unless they do something to betray my trust, in which case, I will not hesitate to dismiss them from my life.
Trowa had my loyalty, and if those jocks had hurt him in any way, I would make their lives very uncomfortable, and I don't care how good they are at sport.
Trowa shifted uneasily under my harsh scrutiny. "Is it something to do with Quatre?" He nodded miserably. "Well, what did he do?"
"He didn't do anything." Trowa said finally, looking up. "I didn't do anything. That's the problem."
I was stunned. Didn't do anything? How could that be a problem. This was all very confusing. Trowa continued to talk. "Last night, I was backed up in a corner. There were these guys, these jocks, they were going to..."show me a good time" I think they said." I drew in my breath sharply as I realised what they would have done. Trowa's face remained neutral.
"Then HE came along, and he saved me Heero. He asked if I was ok, and I...didn't know how to handle it...I was...confused, that he would talk to ME...I panicked. I was ...rude to him." He looked at me with agony in his eyes. "He was the reason why I went to the game. I wanted to see him fly across the court, his blond hair shining under the lights, the triumphant look on his face as he mopped the court with the other team. I wanted...him." Trowa shrugged. "I guess I could never hope to reach for a star so bright."
I looked at him closely. This was the most emotion I'd ever seen from the stoic boy, my best friend. His face was flushed, his eyes sparkled, and he seemed to be alive. And it was all at the thought of Quatre. "Do you love him Trowa?" I asked, certain that the answer would be yes. I was not to be disappointed it seemed.
"Yes" Trowa answered not hesitating for an instant. I nodded thoughtfully. Now, only one question remained unanswered: How was I going to help Trowa catch his shining star?
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I went to bed that night in turmoil. Trowa and I had discussed the problem all day and were still no closer to an answer.
How the hell did we get Trowa and Quatre alone together for a decent period of time so that Trowa would at least have a chance to make Quatre understand and respond to Trowa's amorous advances. It wouldn't be very good for the green-eyed boy's ego if he bared his soul only to have the object of his affections run screaming from the room. Especially as said object was a jock.
A jock.
I rolled over on my back, staring at the ceiling. A damn, useless, brainless, jock. I groaned and shifted again. How could Trowa have been so stupid! A fucking jock! Quatre would probably just chew him up and spit him back out again. 'Just like Duo would'. A little voice inside my head told me. My eyes opened wide in shock. Where the fuck had that thought come from? I did not think about the braided wonder's personal life or about how he treated his girlfriends. 'Or boyfriends' the voice popped up again. I told the voice very firmly to shut up. Duo is not gay! I'm not fucking gay! So you can just go screw yourself annoying little voice. 'Ok, sure, you're NOT gay, we believe you' it snickered, then was mercifully silent for the rest of the night.
A night where I could not possibly get anymore sleep as I was immersed too deeply in thought. Could I be gay? I'd never really felt attracted to girls, or guys for that matter. How would I know? Trowa said that he knew when Quatre passed him in the hall and accidentally bumped into him, smiling and apologising, then going on his way. It had been the smile that had done it Trowa told me. Despite that fact that he was a jock, Quatre had smiled at him, sincerely, and had actually apologised to him. This made me adjust my opinion of Quatre. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. The worst one had always been Duo. I smiled at the thought of Duo apologising to me, getting on his knees and begging, prostrating himself in front of me, pleading with me to forgive him. I of course would not grant it to the distasteful jock, making him writhe and suffer with guilt for all the horrible things he had done to worms. It was a very good image. I smiled, a very good image indeed!
'It must be hate that makes me think of Duo so much' I thought to myself 'Why else would I get such a thrill at the thought of having him writhe in front of me?' It was definitely hate. I managed to fall asleep after that revelation, my mind feeling a little more organised.