school adversary

Part 6


I saw Trowa walking down the hall again. More appropriately, I stalked Trowa down the hall again. I was praying desperately that THIS time he would go down the right corridor. I had been doing this all freakin' morning, and I was really getting sick of it. It was a good thing that I was in so many classes with him. I had just come from Spanish with him and I'd had to restrain my self from piss bolting out the door as fast as possible. God I hate those confining classrooms! I did have to go to physics though, and then I had to run as fast as possible to catch him coming out of music. Man, he might not run, but he sure moves fast. Turns out I could have saved my time, he didn't go down the corridor anyway. God I hope he goes down it soon. Poor Quatre, waiting so long. I wonder what his teachers think about him missing all his classes. Oh well, I only hope the rewards are worth the effort. Either way, I would see that Quatre got at least a chance at what he wanted. My adrenaline started to pump in anticipation as Trowa finally turned down the right corridor.
'Finally!' I thought to myself.
I sped up, getting close to the other boy. Trowa stiffened and looked over his shoulder suspiciously. I grinned at him. Couldn't really blame the guy for being jumpy really. Not after John and Ben got through with him, or almost had a chance to get through with him. God, if I hadn't been there, I don't know what he would have done. I don't care who you are, nobody deserves to be raped. We were getting closer to my target, so I pulled up next to him.
"Hey Trowa" I said cheerily. He was caught off his guard, I could tell. He was also very wary. The corridor was pretty deserted, that's why it was so perfect! There were no classrooms here. I grinned evilly, and he pulled back towards the wall slightly. This made it very easy to open the door of the janitor's closet and push him into it, locking it firmly behind him. It had been a bitch getting the keys from Mr.Finlay's office. I'd had to pick the lock at like three this morning, then go searching through everything to find the master key. And I mean EVERYTHING! That man kept socks in there that hadn't been washed since the sixties! I'd finally found the master key under a piece of pie and an Archie comic. For a janitor, he sure was a slob! Then, I'd run around town looking for a place that was open to get the key copied. And I do mean RUN. God I need a car so badly, so very badly. Getting the key back under the pie had almost undone me, but I had done that too. Quatre owed me big. REALLY BIG!!!
'I'd better get to my next class' I thought, hurrying down the corridor. I had to go to ice hockey practice tonight, and I'm glad that I don't have to explain to a coach why Quatre wouldn't be there.

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I fell through the door, shocked, and spun around quickly, just in time to hear an ominous 'click'. "What the fuck?" I asked myself, still in shock. That bastard Duo had locked me in. I thought he had been following me. He was probably going to go find some of his friends to come back and help him show me a good time. I didn't realise I'd said it out loud until I heard a soft "Sorry" come from behind me.
I spun around again to find my angel sitting on a cupboard. My jaw dropped open.
"What the fuck?" I repeated stupidly. Quatre smiled anxiously from the cupboard. "What are you doing here?" I asked, thinking frantically. Did Quatre want to join in the "fun" or something? My shock turned to wariness, then anger. 'I thought he was different, but he's just like all the other jocks'.
Quatre was still looking apprehensively at me. My heart melted, and I couldn't stay angry with him. I wanted to, desperately, but I couldn't make myself. Not when he was looking at me like that.
"So what's going on?" I asked with my usual calm.
Quatre started to explain.
My eyes widened and were almost popping out of my head at the end of his story when he told me he loved me. He looked at me even more anxiously, and was twisting his lettered jacket nervously. (1) He was so damned cute!
"I feel exactly the same way" I said huskily, then grabbed him in the first kiss of my life.

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I looked at my watch again, annoyed. Where the hell was he? We had a debate in 5 minutes and Trowa was nowhere in sight! Our team needed a damn timekeeper. I paced restlessly up and down the corridor. The team from Braymore were already here, and I really wanted to kick their asses this time as they beat us by 8 points last time. (2)
I felt something tap me on the shoulder and spun around, ready to berate Trowa for being so late. My gaze met with the grinning face of Duo Maxwell, the braided wonder. "What do you want?" I asked gruffly. What was a jock doing outside a debating room when one was just about to start?

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Finally, there it was. The debate room. I'd been everywhere looking for it. Quatre had called me on my cell phone to make me go down here and tell someone that Trowa wouldn't be coming. I'd forgotten that he'd kept it just in case he needed me to help subdue an enraged and disgusted Trowa.
'Heero Yuy! He'll do' I decided upon seeing the marble faced boy stalking up and down the hallway. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.


(1) I'm going on American films here. Not exactly sure about what there called, but they're those bomber jackets with letters on them to show that you're a sports person.

(2) In debating, you normally win by one or two points, so Heero really got a thrashing.

Part 6b

He spun round and looked ready to eat me up and spit me back out. Man he was tense. He should get some anger management counselling or something. I grinned at him. It's the only way to catch him off his guard I've discovered, and a Heero Yuy off his guard is a sight I wanna see as much as possible.
"What do you want?" He asked, his mask firmly back in place.
"Just thought I'd be nice and tell you that Trowa won't be joining you this evening. He sends his apologies, but is otherwise occupied at the moment, and will not be able to come here."
"What do you mean he won't be able to come here?" Heero asked grabbing onto my wrist as I turned to go. I felt my grin widen as my dirty mind kicked into play. Well, more than usual that is.
"I mean, he's cumming somewhere else" Heero looked at me for a minute. Slam! I was back against the wall so fast I was dizzy! What was this guy on?
"What did you do to him?" He grunted, mouth against my ear. He had one hand pressed against my throat, almost cutting off my air supply, and the other held my arm behind my back. This effectively cut out my mobility. "Tell me where he is!"
"I didn't do anything to him, I swear!" I cried out hoarsely. I wasn't going to tell this psycho that I'd locked his little friend into a janitor's closet. What was I stupid? I think not. So I just omitted that fact, and before the loony could ask me anything else that would make me tell him about the little part I had to play in all this, I offered some info that would hopefully get him the hell off me.
"You see that mobile in my pocket?" I asked him. He nodded warily. "Pull it out and dial the number labelled Quatre, and ask for Trowa." Heero's eyes widened at this, but he did as I asked. I could hear Quatre's irritated voice on the other end as he picked up the phone. He'd had to move his hand off my throat as he dialled, and I was very grateful for this fact.
"May I please speak to Trowa, this is Heero" He bit out, always polite even in the most desperate of situations. There was silence on the other end, and then he spoke. "Trowa, what's going on? Why aren't you here?" I don't know what Trowa said, but whatever it was it made Heero's face turn the most interesting shade of crimson I have ever come across. And then, I was metaphorically thrown ass overhead as an errant though hit my like a brick. That thought was: 'He looks so cute when he does that!'
'Oh my God!' I thought to myself, 'You did not just think that, tell me you did not just think that!' My stomach dropped straight down to my knees. My heart was in my throat, and I was trembling all over. 'Tell me you don't like Heero Yuy!' I begged myself 'Please tell me you don't like Heero Yuy! *Please*!' And I tried to, I really did, but I don't lie, especially not to myself. I liked Heero Yuy.
Looking at him, I had absolutely no idea why.

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I looked at the phone in shock as Trowa hung up. So he managed to catch his star. I looked back up at Duo, realising that I still had him pinned to the wall. I let him go quickly and handed him back his phone. "Sorry" I mumbled, turning red. I hadn't had to apologise to anyone in a long time. He had been right about Trowa. He WAS cumming elsewhere. He had been annoyed, to say the least, when I had interrupted his evening so abruptly, especially as he had already sent someone to inform me about his non-arrival.
I sighed in disgust. We'd have to forfeit now (1), unless...I looked at Duo. He was probably intelligent enough to tell the time, if he had a digital watch. I looked at his wrist, yep, a digital sports watch, with a stopwatch mechanism. Perfect.
I watched the braided wonder put away his phone. He seemed a little distracted, like he was ready to bolt as soon as possible. I wonder why? Oh well, he'd do.

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I looked up at Heero after I put my phone away, intending to say goodbye then get myself outta there to somewhere where I could talk some sense into me, and if that failed, kick my own ass. 'I will not like Heero, I will not like Heero!' I kept telling myself, 'now keep your head down and run!' And I tried to, I really did, but there was something about that gaze that I just couldn't fight. So I stood there and let myself get talked into being a timekeeper for a 'crucial' debate.

(1) You wouldn't really have to forfeit if you were missing a time keeper, but I had to get Duo in there some how without him actually debating.