by Semirhage
Rating: R for SLASH!! ^.^ (Like that's a bad thing! ::winks::) And, err, cussing.
Chapter Three
Gavin was not in my first period class. Either that or he had not gotten out of the office in time for the first class of the day. I did not think that was very likely because Mr. Phillip, our principal, was the kind of guy who rushed everything in an effort to accomplish his agenda for the day. A new kid would be considered a hinderance to the day's work.
I opened my locker and stashed my Chemistry books in it, sticking my tongue at them. "Ugh, take that, Ms. Grey! Like I'll be doing boring Chem homework tonight!"
"Hey, cutie," a voice whispered in my ear.
My eyes widened and body tensed until I realised who was standing beside me. "Hey, Gav," I said, shaking my head. "You shouldn't sneak up on people like that, you know..."
The red haired boy leaned against the lockers, the perfect picture of nonchalance. "But I like surprising people. You know...your locker is probably the most colourful I've ever seen."
I laughed as my eyes roamed over the drawings I had glued to the inside of my locker. "Well, I am an artist, you know."
"Oooh, rainbows. I like rainbows. They're a gay pride symbol, you know?" Gavin asked as he ran a finger over one of the paintings. "Very pretty...I can't wait to see what your other works look like."
Raising an eyebrow, I turned to look at him. "And what makes you think I'll let you see them?"
"I love it when guys do that with their eyebrows... Leave it to an artist to master that technique. You wouldn't believe how long and hard I try to get my eyebrows to do that where just one goes up."
"What?" I asked, frowning at the red-head. "What do you mean?"
Chuckling, Gavin waved a hand through the air. "Oh, nevermind. Tell me what's on your schedule. I was disappointed when I walked into the computer class and you weren't there."
I laughed as I grabbed my English books. "Oh, I'm sure you'll manage fine without me. I bet you won't have a hard time making friends and acquaintances."
"But none of them are as good as you, Adrian," Gavin professed, waggling his eyebrows.
"Stupid," I responded as I found my journal under my Algebra book. "First I have Chem, then English, then Algebra with the last lunch of the day, third that is, and the last class is gym. Are you happy now?"
A sigh gushed from Gavin's mouth, and I was slightly surprised to realise that his breath smelled like cinammon. "I'm overfilling with happiness! We have gym together. And lunch. Look for me, okay?"
"I will."
"Do you promise?" Gavin asked seriously, although his forest eyes betrayed him by twinkling.
"I promise!" I exclaimed. "Now, I have to go or I'll be late to class. And Mrs. Williams is a pain when you're late to her class."
"Okay," Gavin said, grinning. "I'll see you at lunch, sugar."
As I meandered towards my class, I thought about Gavin. He was completely different from anyone I had ever known. There was just...something...about him. I hated sounding like some kind of cliched admirer, but I could not describe what I found so intriguing about him. I was not even sure if I knew.
Right as I stepped into the classroom, the bell rang. I thanked God and hurried to my seat. As I passed Mrs. Williams, she gave me a disapproving stare. Everybody else, I noticed, was sitting quietly in their seats. Nobody dared be absent during one of her classes, since that usually meant one or more "participation grades" that could not be made up.
Before I sat down, I winked at my best friend, Noah Snowden. He gave me the thumbs up sign before turning his attention back on the teacher. We had been friends ever since we were born and had shared many things: we attended the same Church and were baptised on the same day, despite the fact that we were nearly six months apart in age. I had not been baptised earlier because my mother had wanted to wait for my father to get back from overseas. I do not really remember the details of what he was doing, but I remember my mother saying it was something terribly important. I had not asked her about it because she always became so sad whenever he was mentioned, and when Mom was sad it was all but impossible for me to be happy.
Noah was one of the best looking guys in the school, or so I had heard a couple of giggling girls mentioning. Of course, there was no reason for me to do anything but agree. Noah had shaggy, light brown hair that would look horrible on anybody else, but somehow fit him perfectly. His eyes were chocolate brown - he always laughed when I called them that, insisting that saying that made him think they were something to be eaten. When he read, he wore a pair of narrow, thin-rimmed glasses that only made him more appealing. He had long legs and a body that was not overly muscular, but toned.
He was the top of our class, the captain of the basketball team, and the vice president of our student council. Besides those, Noah was a genious with computers. While I could barely find the 'on' switch, he can take them apart and put them back together better than they had been before. His ambition in life was to be a computer programmer for a big company. I could not help but admire and revere him for his accomplishments and goals.
The first hour of class, we analysed important British poems which managed to bore me out of my mind. So instead of taking notes and paying attention, I sketched. That was not a rare occurance, since usually my classes bore me. My subject, though, was the strange part. Usually, I did not draw someone that I had not known long enough to recall everything in almost exact detail. But Gavin... He would be such a beautiful subject for a portrait. My imagination ran wild with the picture, mixing fantasy with fact.
"Now, class," the teacher said as I signed and dated the bottom of the paper. "I have to go make some copies of worksheets I want you to complete tonight. You should discuss the questions in the book with your classmates while I'm gone." With that said, Mrs. Williams left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.
As soon as the door clicked shut, the students burst into conversation. After a few minutes, I realised who the gossip was all about. Of course, I should have known that someone as controversial as Gavin would provoke all kinds of rumours, but I had not thought that everyone would be talking about him.
"Hey, 'Drian," Noah muttered as he scooted his desk to the side and forwards so he could talk to me.
Quickly, I slid the picture in my notebook and turned to look at the brown haired boy. "Hey yourself, Noah." I felt the corners of my mouth turning into a smile. Noah always made me smile.
"Have you heard about the new boy?" he asked casually, his soulful eyes serious.
"Actually, if his name's Gavin, he's on my bus route."
"So you know the truth, then?" Noah asked, frowning. "I've heard all kinds of strange things, but I'd hate to base my opinions on him because of false rumours..."
"Okay," I responded. "Tell me what you've heard, and I'll tell you if it's true or not. To my knowledge, anyway."
Noah tapped his fingers against the desk. "Well, I heard he has like...three earrings in one ear and he wears a spiked collar."
"True and true."
"His clothes don't fit him?"
"Well, I wouldn't put it that way," I said, biting my lip. "I think he means to wear shirts that are too short."
Once again, a frown crossed Noah's face, except this time it was full of disapproval. "He shouldn't wear stuff like that to school."
I smiled. "But, Noah, you wouldn't mind it if girls wore short shirts so you could see their stomachs."
His brown eyes narrowed as he shook his head. "But it's not the same thing. He's a guy. Guys aren't supposed to have three earrings, or wear clothes that normally girls wear. That's a minor form of crossdressing."
I was about to respond when the knob of the door started turning. Suddenly, everybody was where they belonged and talking quietly with their neighbor about the poems. Except for me. I was staring out the window, wondering why Noah was being so judgemental.
For the rest of the class period, I fiddled with my clothes, desk, fingers...anything to keep my mind off Noah and Gavin. As soon as the bell rang, I hurried to my locker, then to Algebra. I did not want to have to talk with either of them yet - not until I had time to consider the problem. I was sure there was some way I could make everything be right between Noah and Gavin, I just had to think about it for a while.
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