Toxic

Recommended listening: One Semester of Spanish Love song (XD)

Recommended Food: Ice Cream (In a cone)

Recommended Drink: Sprite

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Kemian winced as he was struck on the shoulder by a very over-active and possibly drugged Dante, his best friend. “Hrrgh,” was the grunt that the punch received.

“Kemian!” Dante exclaimed, sliding in the chair across from him. Kemian was bored yes, but that didn’t mean that he wanted Dante with him, either. He flinched, remembering some girls asking if he and Dante were a “thing.” What was a “thing,” anyways? Ugh. It was only once, okay? And he’d been drunk. We’ll not dwell on why a high school student was drunk. It happens too often to require an explanation, either way. BESIDES, it wasn’t as if they’d done IT, so it didn’t really matter, right? Hm.

Dante was openly gay, which caused rumors to fly around, but Kemian didn’t particularly care. He was his friend, and would be even if he went all out, decked with Lolita-style clothing and big bright ribbons. That would be kind of freaky, though. We’ll not dwell on that, either. Kemian, on the other hand, held on to his resolute straightness, because, well, his dad didn’t take kindly to gays, for one. Geeze, he’d flipped when he’d learned Dante was a flamer, and nearly beat Kemian half to death just for letting him in the house.

What do we have here? Kemian frowned, examining a new student, presumably. One he didn’t recognize. That was odd, because he knew most of the students. He was President, after all, haha. So who was this new one, hmm? Snowy white hair, on a high school student, in itself, was kind of odd, and the fact that even in a ponytail it fell to the waist was impressive. Kemian’s had been kept short for a long time, but now he was trying to grow it, so he had a messy sort of flop of hair, which fell awkwardly over his sort of yellow-ish eyes, and tickled his shoulders when he shook his head. Girls loved it. So why couldn’t he keep one of em?

Anyways, back to the newcomer. He? She? It turned, and looked towards the door, thin fingers wrapped around a cone, topped with a big slab of ice cream. Kemian didn’t even know they served ice cream in the high school cafeteria. It of course managed to catch his attention, and he watched as the stranger -the very pretty stranger- flicked a pink tongue out to catch a bit of melted ice-cream. Hmm… Somehow, some of the ice cream managed to get on the stranger’s lips, and a faint blush crept up to grace their cheeks.

B-B-BRRRRRRRRINGG!!

The sudden sound made Kemian curse, standing up quickly and knocking his -thankfully void of food- tray to the floor. He sat back down just as quickly, his tight-ish pants not doing a thing to hide a boner that came out of apparently nowhere. He grimaced, throwing his hoodie, which was long enough to make up for his pants’ tightness, over his upper body, bracing himself for the burst of cold air outside, and he grimaced again, because Dante had noticed before he could cover up.

“Ahaha…. That’s great… Whatcha thinking of, Keeeeeeemian? Me, hopefully...” Kemian personally thought that the last bit sounded a bit too hopeful. Nope, nuh-uh, he was NOT about to go there.

“See ya, Dante.” Go away.

“Yeah, math… Bye.” His over-expressive friend trailed off, and he groaned, glad that the hard-on was in fact dying, cause changing for PE with that would be Awkward, complete with the capital “A.”

He trekked across the lawn of the school to the gym, wondering why it was so damned far away, and fumbling into the locker room, flinching as several locker doors almost hit his face and scrunching his nose up at the particularly unpleasant smell. Musky and of guys who had no sense of personal hygiene. Ugh. Kemian stumbled rather ungracefully through the crowd of adolescent and just past adolescent boys, over to his lonely locker in the corner. It had been more fun when Dante had been in his PE class, but then too many guys complained and he got moved into a girls’ gym class, bless the poor guy’s heart. His locker was still here, he just was the only one in there during his PE class. Ah, well.

On a brighter note, Kemian got suspicious glares from the guys in the room, simply because he was the queer’s friend. Guilty by association, huh? Yeap. Same old, same old. Nah, it’s not that easy.

He should’ve seen it coming. It was just his luck. A student came stumbling in, clumsy with cold, pony-tailed snow-colored hair billowing around flushed cheeks and golden-brown eyes. Apparently, stumbling into the wrong locker room. It was silent for a bit, and the new kid’s face flushed ten shades deeper of red, and then lifted a hand, mumbling in a voice that, despite being soft and a bit too gentle, was definitely male, that he was told that this was the boys locker room. Oh god. Everything Kemian had ever learned about telling the sexes apart just came crashing around him. And dammit, he’d gotten a boner watching this kid, too. Shit. Oh well, wouldn’t happen again.

Almost instantly, the locker rooms came to life, guys snickering and a few asking the “Miss” for “her” phone number, and just generally poking fun at him. He of course made it all worse by pouting, his cheeks flushing more. Kemian sighed, rolling his eyes. My gym class, ladies and gentlemen. Or… just gentlemen, I suppose.

“Hey, guys, leave the kid alone. Can’t you see he’s already a bit upset?” Kemian broke the noise with his naturally agreeable nature, and he earned a few glares from those around him.

“Oh sure, the flamer’s friend stands up for him. Just look at him. Even you have to admit you thought he was a she.”

Kemian couldn’t really argue. He had. But that didn’t mean he was going to be a jerk about it, though. “C’mere, you can have the locker under mine.” The stranger gave him a grateful look, and kept his eyes down as he moved through the crowd to Kemian, clutching his plastic bag as if his life depended on it. Kemian was already half changed; wearing his gym shorts and no shirt, and so now he pulled his white t-shirt on, sighing because he sorely needed new clothing. Most of it was too tight.

“Here, I’ll help you out,” Kemian sighed, and showed the boy, who’d yet to speak again, how to operate the ridiculously testy lockers. It took Kemian five minutes just to figure out how to operate it, himself, and then he made Kindu repeat the sequence of banging, shaking, and such, that had to be completed to make his locker swing open.
Apparently he’d been grateful for the delay, however, and he smiled at Kemian, murmuring, “Thank you, for being so kind… I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t been here…” He looked down, flushing slightly, still clutching his bag.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Kemian replies, grinning, then looks over the new kid curiously. Definitely NOT pretty anymore. Nuh-uh. He just didn’t swing that way, Alright? ALRIGHT? Alright. Alright…
ANYWAYS. “So what’s your name, new kid?”

“I… I… Kindu.”

‘Kindu, eh? Are you aware that you gave me a boner just by EATING ICE CREAM?!’ No, he didn’t say that, but it blared in his mind, trying to make him. Nuh-uh. Nuuuh-uh. “Ah... okay. Um… are you going to change?”
Kindu flushed even deeper, if that was possible, and nods quickly, then mumbles, almost incoherently, “I’m waiting for you to leave…” Wow. Shy, much? Maybe he just had somehow very embarrassing boxers? Suddenly Kemian was intently curious, and grinned as he walked towards the little door that led to the gym, hiding in the same entryway that led to it, and opening the door, letting it shut itself. He waited a bit, and glanced in at Kindu, peering around the corner like some sort of pervert. Which he was NOT, thankyouverymuch.

The kid- Kindu- had pulled his ponytail loose, which Kemian determined he should be absolutely forbidden to do when creepy guys in gym decided to spy on him, because it fell out all silk and fell around him in a veil of white. Kindu wasn’t looking his direction, but Kemian could still see the way that his hair contrasted against his skin- which was several shades darker than Kemian. Kindu stripped out of his shirt and then jeans, and seeing as he was supposed to be alone, Kemian could see no real problem in this, and just by the way, his boxers were not embarrassing, but the fabric stayed awful close to his skin, and Kemian was offered a perfect view of Kindu’s entire shape, which was skinny and kind of short, but still soft in an endearing kind of way.
And then he turned away, because the three words that had in NO WAY gone through his mind were sexy, or seductive, or even pretty. Absolutely NOT. Tell that to his damned adolescent hormones.

Kemian grimaced, leaning against the wall long enough to abandon that mental picture, and then very carefully opened the door, not letting it close loudly behind him, and jogged across the gym to join the rest of his class on the bleachers, where the coach raised an eyebrow at him questioningly, “Where were you at, Kemian?”

“Sorry, coach! I was helping the new kid… you know how those lockers can be…” As a member of several of the sports teams, including basketball, track, and even swimming, he could get away with that excuse, along with calling Coach Shawn just “Coach.” He was a good member of every team. In fact, now that he thought about it, every team he was on he was captain of. Huh.

So the coach let it go, and only raised an eyebrow when Kindu scrambled to join them on the bleachers, sitting kind of separate from the others. Luckily, today was stress-free. Cool. Running. Running, Kemian could do.
Or that’s what he’d thought. Then he got out to the track and realized that the damned PE shorts were just a bit too short for how cold it was. Then he saw Kindu running a ways ahead of him in the same too-short shorts, his again tied-back hair swaying hypnotically, and after almost falling over, Kemian scolded himself mentally and went about simply ignoring his new classmate. Or, trying. By the end of the class period, after two breaks in which they stopped and drank water, he realized that it was quite impossible to ignore his new classmate. In fact, just at the first break he watched, distracted, as Kindu took a large gulp of the particularly cold water, admiring the way just a drop of it trailed down his cheek, and when he broke away from the bottle, he eyes glazed over slightly with that contentment you get seconds after drinking a gulp of cold beverages, his lips moist, Kemian very much wished that look came from something other than bottled water. Shaking his head, Kemian continued his running, now simply trying to stay ahead of Kindu, instead. Much easier.

As soon as the bell rang, Kemian’s running pace must have tripled, and he sprinted into the locker room, changing back into his clothes lightening fast, and he zipped out, determined not to have any distractions between now and his last class. He somehow got to class three minutes early and arrive in his seat with a thud, before most of the class had even arrived. He grinned, completely forgetting his dilemma, when Dante came in, sporting what appeared to be a bruised ego, and he grimaced as he slid into the seat next to Kemian. Lab. Partners. Yeah.

“I take it you were rejected, Dante?” Kemian couldn’t help but snicker. Dante nodded, looking reproachful that Kemian could even possibly smile when he felt so utterly forlorn.

“I thought you said he liked me?”

“Actually, Dante,” Kemian corrected, “I said that I rather doubted it, but there may be a chance. Don’t twist my words around…”

“But…”

BBBRRIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNG!

Kemian smiled kind of smugly as Dante was interrupted, and fought not to laugh. He couldn’t believe Dante had really gone through with asking out he-man Rallos. That was hysterical. Just the picture of them two, getting all snugly and such had him cracking up, and he and Dante bickered for the better part of five minutes.

“E...excuse me?” Oh god, that voice. Kemian didn’t have o look. He could save himself now, and NOT look. But of course, Kemian seemed to have some hidden masochistic qualities he was unaware of, because he looked right up and- low and behold- Kindu! The new kid! Again. Not only lunch period, but gym and science, too? Oh god.

“Well, hello there. You must be the new student! I am Laura Bailings, your science teacher. Well!” this teacher wasn’t one to waste time, “We have an odd number, so I’m going to choose someone to have to work alone, so that you can work with a partner. Let’s see… Dante!”
Dante looked up, he eyes almost dreading it. “Yes, Mrs. B?”

“Since your conversation with Mr. Temero seems so very interesting, how’s about we let our newcomer share in what a joy it is to be seated next to him. To the back of the room, please.”

Kindu smiled at the same time that Kemian’s eyes grew wide. Dammit. So much for operation ‘Ignore Pretty Boy.’ Dante grumbled, losing his source of venting, and moves, plopping his stuff on an empty desk I the back, sitting down and pouting. Kindu nodded and traipsed over, perfectly innocent, and sat down next to Kemian, smiling his PERFECTLY INNOCENT smile, flipping his hair over his shoulder… oh no, why was his hair down? What happened to forbidden? Augh!!

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Well there ya go, my first ever post on AFF, please give me reviews, I really am curious as to whatcha think. If you like it, I'll post more <3