A Whirlwind Romance - Ch3. Introducing... Cerebra and Victor's Evil Plan
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A.N. - Hi everyone! Thanks for reviewing to those who cared to. So this chapter will probably have the same warnings as the first two: lots of...objectionable language and tons of sexual references. Other than that, have a great time reading! Don't forget to review, and if some of you have re-read this fic, it's probably because I screwed up with the uploading and had to delete the fic off ffnet, THEN re-upload all the chapters. Sorry chp.1 has such a long note. I cut it down, if you haven't noticed! REVIEW?
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Heero walked into physics class and sat down next to Trowa. Both looked at each other and nodded, a mischievous glint in their eyes. Relena walked in, with Victor. Heero wiped the annoyed look off of his face and busied himself with opening his bag. She saw him ignore eye contact with her, but kept her smiling facade on. Victor was merely a fallback, or a mechanism she was using to her advantage since her feelings for Heero had seemed to multiply overnight. Cringing at the daydream she had those few days ago, she vowed never to let a guy get in the way of her education. She nearly laughed at herself for even thinking such an atrocious thing. Lying to herself was the best way to get out of her situation with Heero.
Trowa leaned over and whispered.
"So, how are we going to do this?" he asked.
"Wait until break. I think I've got everything planned out," Heero said as their teacher walked in.
"Good morning class!" Mr. West exclaimed...unusually happy at 8:30 in the morning.
They answered with a very weak "good morning Mr. West,"
Starting the lesson, Heero swore he could feel Relena staring at him from behind, her eyes like lasers burning into his back. Trying to ignore them, he copied the problem off the board and set to work. Class passed by very quickly and the morning break bell rang. Trowa and Heero left together, earning curious stares from other classmates. Walking to Heero's locker, they began to finalize their plan.
"So, if you can prove to me that you can turn any straight man to the other side, I'll help you with calculus," Heero said plainly.
"Trust me, I can do it," Trowa answered confidently. A girl walked by and winked at Trowa, giggling after he returned it.
"Hey, will you pay attention for two seconds and stop thinking with your dick?" Heero exacerbated.
"Sorry, the ladies are a-calling for the Barton. Gotta go. And don't worry about our little Victor. He'll be drooling all at the sight of me by next week," Trowa said as he walked away.
"I'm holding you to that!" Heero called after him.
"Holding him to what?" Relena asked as she stopped next to him. He looked at her, then turned away to grab his books.
"Nothing, it doesn't concern you," he said sharply.
"What's your problem?" she asked, offended.
"Nothing. It has nothing to do with you," he said flatly as he locked his locker and began to walk to class.
"Is this because I didn't have coffee with you yesterday?" Relena asked, catching up to him.
"Why do you think all that I do has to concern you?" he asked.
"I don't think that," she said.
"Then don't butt into my business," he said before walking away.
Burn...
Sitting down, his eyes met Wufei's kind ones, smiling at him. He returned the smile and turned to face the board, only to see Victor.
"Why did you upset Relena? She didn't do anything to deserve your uncouth attitude," Victor said haughtily.
"Why don't you mind your own goddamn business and let Relena speak for herself?" Heero asked.
"Because she is my friend and I don't like seeing her sad," Victor answered.
"Well there's nothing you can do about it. I don't have to listen to a damn word that comes out of your fucking mouth. Leave me the hell alone and tell Miss Peacecraft to mind her own damn business. And one more thing, don't ever think that you'll fit in here. You don't belong here," Heero spat, his heart beating wildly. He had never lost his cool over anything. Relena was beginning to bring the worst out in him.
Victor's eyes flashed anger.
"I can see now why Relena has avoided you, street-trash," Victor retorted, walking out of the class.
Wufei walked over to Heero.
"Not the best way to handle the situation Heero,"
"I know Wu. I freaking lost control. Everything I do, I feel her eyes on me, like I'm doing all this to her," Heero said.
"Don't worry. She just must be irritated that you aren't returning her feel-"
"Oops," Wufei said.
"Returning her- what did you say?" Heero asked.
"I, uh, nothing. Sorry," Wufei said as he turned to sit down. Heero caught him by the wrist.
"No no, tell me," Heero demanded.
"Ah man...please don't make me..." Wufei pleaded.
Heero's eyes bore into Wufei.
"For goodness sake...fine. But not a word about it okay? I shouldn't have even mentioned anything. Stupid, stupid, stupid," Wufei mumbled.
"Okay, you can beat yourself up later. Spill," Heero commanded.
"Fine. Anyways, Relena and I are pretty good friends, and by the way, she knows you like her," Wufei added.
Heero's face reddened.
"That's not all," Wufei said softly.
"What then?"
"She feels the same way about you, just she has no idea why. You had never shown interest in her and all of a sudden she felt that something was different about you. Like you weren't in her words...a chauvinistic, ape of a man," Wufei said.
"She said that?!" Heero exclaimed.
Wufei nodded.
"Well then...what the freaking hell?!?" Heero said as his head slumped into folded arms. He let out a long sigh, utterly confused by the whole dilemma.
Once again, Relena walked in. Since when did he have so many classes with her? Pulling Victor along, she sat down, looking at Heero then glancing at Victor, laughing at something he said. Heero growled, sat up and waited until class started.
"So anyways, as I was saying..." Victor said, folding his hands while Relena ignored him. He gave her a puzzled look, then scowled when he noticed her looking at HIM.
�What is wrong with me?!? I shouldn't like him, he's bad for me...but then I don't know that. I don't really know him. But it's still so wrong! What am I going to do???' Relena thought while staring at Heero's messy hair. She found his slightly unkempt look incredibly appealing...but since when?!?
Victor nudged her.
"Rellie. Come on. Listen to my story, it's funny!" Victor said enthusiastically, earning a �huh?' from Relena and a toss of her hair.
Trowa walked in unsuspectingly at that moment.
"Heero! Can I borrow that, uh book?" he asked loudly. Heero just stared at him, clueless to what he just asked.
"Huh?"
"You know...the uh...biology book," Trowa said, laughing nervously.
"I don't take biology," Heero said plainly. Trowa's eyes narrowed.
"Um, sorry, I meant the physics book," Trowa corrected himself.
"Yeah, sure," Heero said, throwing the textbook to him. Was this part of his genius plan? What the hell?
Trowa leaned forwards and spoke in a low voice, all the while staring at Victor and Relena, or mostly Victor.
"This is part of the plan. Don't ask me how it works. Victor has to see that I'm intellectual, �cause you know, he looks like the type. So by borrowing your book to pretend to study, I'll have him hook-line-and-sinker by Friday," Trowa said confidently.
"I don't see the �magic', or so you call it, happening any time soon," Heero said, scowling at even listening to Trowa's ideas.
"You may not see it, but you'll know I'm right soon enough. And...maybe Friday shouldn't be the deadline. Gimme...another week. I'll have Victor so far from Relena, she'll forget about him," Trowa said with a wink headed in Victor's direction.
Leaving the classroom, Trowa turned to look at a very astonished Victor and an even more puzzled Relena. He laughed at a job well done.
Relena stared at Heero. She felt bad for interjecting before and wanted to apologize, but she couldn't get Victor to shut up for two seconds. So she did the next best thing and walked away. Victor followed but she turned and pushed him away, earning a slightly girlish gasp to emit from Victor's lips. She headed towards Heero, determined to straighten things out, and if she had any more courage after that...ask him to reconsider having coffee with her.
She stood before him, his head laid upon his desk and his eyes closed. She saw the delicate brush of his abnormally long lashes, him being Japanese and all. Smiling, she leaned over and brushed the hair out of his face.
"What the hell? Who touched me?" Heero said as he jolted in his seat.
"Sorry I woke you. You looked peaceful," she said, beaming a winning smile at him. He simply ignored it.
"What do you want now?" he asked, very irritated.
"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for giving you a hard time before. I shouldn't have assumed that you were talking about me," she said, a red blush soon flooding her cheeks. She looked down at the floor, completely embarrassed to be apologizing to a boy.
"That's it?" Heero said.
"Yes," Relena answered in a small voice.
"Okay...then why are you still standing here?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest.
"What the? I just apologized to you and now you want me to go away? Oh to hell with you! To hell with all men!" Relena said out loud, earning plenty of laughs from the athletic boys sitting in the back of the classroom. With a �hrmph!' she left the class, and a still dazed Victor.
"Heero. Earth to Heero. WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?" Mind yelled.
�Nothing! What am I supposed to tell her? I don't know how to react to an apology from a girl!' Heero thought.
"Well you coulda said, �you're forgiven', or �don't worry about it'. But NOOO...you say �why are you still standing here?' That was the STUPIDEST thing I have ever heard you say!!! Wait...there was that time back in...never mind because that's not important. You're gonna die a lonely, LONELY, old man, Heero buddy," Mind said.
�Shut up! I've had enough of you!' Heero yelled mentally.
"Fine, we'll just see how you do without me. I'll make you into a dribbling idiot if I have to. And I will, just you wait Heero Yuy. I will," Mind sneered.
�Bring it on! I can think for myself! I have half of the other brain that still pretty sane! I'm sure Cerebra would help me through this, won't you Cerebra?' Heero asked.
"Sure, I'll give it a shot," Cerebra said, punching Mind in its hypothetical arm.
"Fine. Choose him. I bet that I can do a better job than Cerebra EVER could!" Mind said, stalking off into the desert of Heero's mind.
"Well now. What will we do?" Cerebra asked.
"Whatever is fine, just as long as you don't do the half-assed things that Mind was making me do," Heero said, sighing.
"Okay. Well, maybe you should go find Relena, talk to her and apologize," Cerebra said.
"What?!? You have GOT to be kidding. There is no way in hell I'm going to tell her I'm sorry. I never do things and regret them," Heero said.
"That isn't completely true...you are sorry that you acted so harshly with her. I know that because DUH! I'm your emotions!" Cerebra said.
"Dammit," Heero muttered as he stood. He hated having to do this, but Cerebra was running his emotions, and this was what he felt was right. Damn morals...
Heero found Relena sitting in the courtyard, sniffling.
He sat down next to her and spoke.
"I'm sorry," he admitted in a low voice.
She turned to see him, looking at the grass, his hands folded, hair hanging in his eyes.
"Why?" she asked, wiping an eye.
"Because I didn't mean to ignore your apology. I'm not used to people talking to me," he said.
"Oh," she said softly.
They sat in uncomfortable silence, both searching for something to say. Heero felt as though his head would burst with all the things he wanted to say, didn't want to say. He was awfully confused...
Relena fidgeted. Looking at her fingers, she twisted them, twiddled them and finally let out a long sigh.
Then the rain came. Tiny droplets became sheets of rain, drenching both of them, yet they still sat in their own semi-catatonic state.
Heero turned to her, seeing her body shiver as the rivulets of rain dripped from her head onto her face.
"Oh...kiss her!" Cerebra cheered.
Then without thinking, without reacting, he moved forwards and turned her head to his. He looked into her eyes, then moved in, taking her warm lips with his. He thought he heard her gasp and took the opportunity to let his tongue do the work.
Relena sat there, dazed and cold. Heero was kissing her, why wasn't she kissing back? Closing her eyes, she leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Trowa whistled as he walked casually, going to the drink machine for a quick sugar fix. Along the way, he noticed the rain and scowled. But as he saw the droplets fall in sheets, he also saw two figures sitting outside in the courtyard...making out! He laughed, smiling when he remembered kissing Cindy Willikins like that in ninth grade. He had always been adventurous...and found his liking for girls to heighten as he grew from eighth to twelfth grade.
Heero broke the kiss up, albeit reluctantly. Gulping air, he looked at her, his bangs sticking to his forehead. She had the same look. Bedazzled.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he started to say.
"No, don't be sorry. It was...good," she said hesitantly.
He blushed, earning a light, melodic laugh to spout forth from her. This situation seemed to get better as the rain fell.
"So, uh..." Heero said.
"Yeah..." she responded, completely unsure of what to say, and praying she wouldn't make the cozy situation a rude awakening.
"Do you want to go with me for coffee after school?" Heero said.
"Uh, yes. I'd love to," she said, smiling.
They sat in the rain until the ten-minute warning bell sounded. Getting up, they tried to squeeze as much water out of their clothes as possible. Walking inside, they both went to their lockers, pulled out their gym strip and headed for their separate washrooms.
Relena thanked her lucky stars she had sweatpants instead of shorts. Surely everyone would know they were out in the rain, just by looking at their hair. She didn't care though. Let them make their own conclusions. She wouldn't hide from Heero anymore.
Heero dressed quickly, slipping his shorts on and then his tear-aways. Shaking the excess water out of his hair, he wiped the stupid grin off of his face and went to class to retrieve his books and bag.
Victor began laughing.
"Haha. Look at the wet urchin. What were you doing that got you all soaked?" Victor asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Heero said before pushing him aside and getting his bag.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Victor asked, suddenly interested.
"Whatever you want it to mean," Heero said, determined to avoid the question. Relena chose to walk in that minute, equally as wet as Heero.
Victor's mouth formed a rounded �o'.
"So you were with HIM?" Victor asked, poking her in the shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Relena said out loud, earning stares from all the students waiting to leave class.
"Rellie, come on. I didn't mean to over-react, I was just worried about why you were with Yuy," Victor said calmly, raising his arms in a gesture of surrender.
"If you want to know, ask him. I'm sure you won't get a word out of him," Relena said as the bell rang. She left quickly, leaving Victor astonished and hurt.
About damn time too...
Relena nearly laughed out loud when she saw Victor's face. A mix of shock and anger was just too funny on his face. She still cared about him, but not when he didn't trust her and acted like a jerk.
Gathering the last of her books, she planned on getting home, drying off and going to the coffeehouse, but she had to see him first.
Meanwhile...
Trowa broke the kiss with Maggie Rinehardt. Leaving her flushed and light-headed, he walked to Heero's locker. On the way, he saw a distraught Victor, moping at his locker and mumbling to himself. Trowa took it upon himself...to �cheer' Victor up. Slinking his way there, he straightened his shirt and presented himself.
"Victor, are you alright?" Trowa said, eyes seductive.
Victor looked at Trowa, hearing nothing but �right' from him.
"Huh?" Victor asked.
"I said, are you alright? You don't look very well," Trowa said, pretending to be concerned.
"Why do you care?" Victor asked.
"I care...don't you know that?" Trowa said as he used one finger to lift Victor's chin to meet his eyes.
It was working!!!
Victor's lower lip trembled as Trowa leaned in. Brushing past his face, Trowa whispered in his ear.
"Any time you need comfort...give me a call," Trowa said as he slipped a small folded square of paper into Victor's hands, then walked away.
Relena stuffed the last book in her bag and banged her locker door shut. Why did Heero's locker have to be all the way up on the fourth floor???
Taking two steps at a time, she turned a corner, just to see him walk past the cheerleaders to leave from the side stairway.
"Heero!" she called. He turned around, a slight smile lighting up his face. She sighed.
He walked over to her, coming close, but completely unsure of what to say or do.
"Hey," she said softly, touching his arm.
"Hey to you too," he answered.
"Uh, I'm going to go home and dry off, you know...make myself more presentable. I'll meet you at the coffeehouse at four?" she asked.
"Sure. I'll be there waiting," he said before grazing a kiss onto her cheek. She smiled, eyes closed as she hugged him.
Bad time for Victor to show up.
"So this is what you've been doing?" Victor asked.
"What's it to you?" Heero retorted.
"Wasn't asking you. You. Don't. Matter," Victor said, emphasizing each word.
Relena pulled Victor aside.
"Victor, you're making a fool out of yourself. Control your anger. You have no reason to be mad at Heero," she said sternly.
"I am not making a fool out of myself, Rellie. Don't I have a say in this?" he asked.
"Why would you?" she asked.
"Well we ARE best friends you know," Victor reminded her.
"But that doesn't mean you have a say in who I want to spend time with. I'm sorry, you don't have a say in what I do. Nobody does but me," she said plainly, trying her best not to hurt him.
"Fine. Have it your way, but when this guy drops you for another girl, don't come crying to me. If you won't consider me an option, then this friendship goes no further," Victor said angrily.
"If that's what you want," Relena said. Her gut wrenched inside, pain from losing a long-time friend soon turning into a stabbing guilt. How could he possibly make her choose?
Victor walked away, Trowa's phone number hot in his palm. He still remembered the awkward moment they had back at his locker. Maybe he'd take Trowa up on his offer.
A.N. - Am I evil? Naw...it hasn't gotten THAT interesting. Wait till the next chapter. I'm going to make it a cliffhanger. Anyways, Cerebra didn't get much say in this chapter, but wait till the next one...and what will Victor do??? Hmm...dunno...guess you guys'll just have to give me non-stop reviews until I start the next chapter! I hope this story is mildly interesting. Please tell me! Thanks for reading, be nice and review! ^_^