end of class _ . [GIDEON]

[beckiee]

i watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind
but I will shy away from the specifics

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The bell rung loudly, announcing that class was finally over for today. The rooms were filled with the collective sound of pupils voices, all eager to go outside since it was sunny again today, over the last few days it had been raining, and soon would probably snow, but today the sun was bright and warm, filtering through the windows on the corridor. Darren sighed, pushing back his chair in the library, he'd had a fee period just then and now decided he'd probably need to get back to the common room to finish up on some of his studies. He'd made friends with two girls in the library, both a bit on the nerdy side, but at least he'd had someone to talk to.

He slung his bag over his shoulder, delicate build clearly visible because he was wearing a tightly fitted grey t-shirt, black skinny jeans and some old black converse. Around his neck, a black scarf was wrapped, needing warmth even when inside. He said goodbye to the two he'd met in the library, then left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. The sight that greeted his green gaze was one of happy students, all talking about what they planned to do later today. Some popular girls busily putting on makeup, whilst the popular guys watched them, flexing their muscles and pushing random first years roughly aside, all to get the attention of the girls.

Darren hurried past them, thankfully he didn’t attract any attention and was able top reach his locker unhurt. He pushed his fringe out of the way, glancing behind him at the window, eyes illuminated in the setting sun, its golden rays making his hair gleam a fiery chestnut colour instead of dark brown. Turning back, he opened his bag that was now on the floor, and pulled out two of the class work books, glancing at their covers then putting them inside the locker, before going back to the bag for the rest of them.

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'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been
this is no place to try and live my life

[jester]

Although it had been predicted to snow, Gideon and his fellow footballers were covered in layers of sweat. Brought on from their heavy training regime and the sun's endless rays of wheat hue, burning into their unprotected skin and becoming an unwanted burden as they ran threw balls and tackled. Not to mention the heavy protection laying on their shoulders, adding to the strain of training to be the best. A few had opted to free themselves of their helmets, throwing them to one side as they knew in training it was unlikely they would be deathly tackled. Gideon ran a hand through his short cropped hair, sweat stung as it fell from his eyelashes, who knew the day would be so grueling. Panting heavily he bent over, hands on his knees and chest heaving. Their coach had just sent them running laps around the pitch for using their elements.

"Hart, go long!" A fellow player called as he hurled a water bottle at the tired sportsman. Unbending Gideon raised an arm to catch it, the cool bottle left rivulets of water to cascade down his arm. Gulping thirstily he nodded his thanks, slowly as he squirted the water into his mouth he headed off to his locker. The bell would ring soon and he wanted to get fresh underpants before he showered. As the end of class bell hollered its shriek the usual unmistakable rowdy calls of the students filtered out, he and his American football team went as one towards the changing rooms. Gideon after a few hearty byes and pats on the shoulder veered off to the class buildings.

As the sun beat down on him he released himself of his shoulder guards and his helmet, pulling his shirt away from his body as it stuck to him with sweat. Their coach was grueling and pushed them daily for their best. Gideon was just lucky he had the gorgeous guys to look at and he was talented at the sport. Ripping his shirt from his body a cool breeze ran over his muscled body, sighing with relief he gained a few cat calls from pretty girls as he made his way down the hallways. Grinning at the ladies who battered their eyelashes he chuckled at their ignorance of his sexuality. Mind you, no one really knew he was gay, he wasn't bothered. Just homosexuals were beaten in his hometown and telling people wasn't really a habit he was used to. And he was pretty sure he'd get thrown off the football team if the other guys new.

Taking up a jog as he weaved through the throngs of students he gained a few eyes. Turning his head to raise a hand to one of his friends he suddenly bashed into a fragile object, it going sprawling and he staggering to keep himself up. Shocked and stunned he turned to the person, possible one of the most gorgeous guys he had ever seen lay on the floor, looking disgruntled and yet alluring all in one. Keeping himself upright he put a hand forward. Embarrassed at his lack of clothing and undoubted smell.
"Oh god man, I'm soo sorry, i just didn't see you. No excuses either i'm blind in this eye" His Alabama hillybilly accent rung clear as he gestured to his milky white eye, adopting a boyish grin. Nervously gulping and running his tongue over his lips he gestured for the boy to haul himself up on his arm.
"Names Gideon, most call me Hart, you?" God this guy really was tantalizing. Running a critical eye over his more feminine frame Gideon's heart fluttered madly. Oh good god restrain him.

[beckiee]

i watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind
but I will shy away from the specifics

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As someone crashed into him, Darren felt himself tumble sideways, landing with a light thump on his butt, the books he had been about to put in the locker flying through the air and landing on one of the popular girls perfectly combed hair, the blonde stabbing herself in the eye with the mascara she'd been applying. Her friends cooed worriedly over the girl, whilst the passing guys laughed at the antics taking place, and meanwhile Darren had his hand on his forehead, and eyes closed. In the fall, he'd managed to whack his head on the locker door, and it was hurting like mad right now. Clear tears welled up at the edges of his lashed eyes, opening them a fraction to see what had made him fall.

That was when he saw him, lean, well built and muscled, oh such a sweet moment. His emerald gaze widened, was that one of the football team? He certainly looked like it, not to mention smelled like it, but that was beside the point. Darren’s gaze found the rugged features of the stranger attractive, along with his toned build, Darren’s face flushed with colour, embarrassment of being this close to such a good looking guy. He heard the voice pick up, and realised he must look kind of like a school girl out of one of those anime’s, legs folded to his sides, hands placed on the ground just in front of him. The boy nodded, lifting his hand taking the boys, beside Darren’s, the other males hand was larger and certainly more masculine, whereas Darren’s fingers were slender, his hands soft as one of the girls.

Darren righted himself now, listening to what the other boy had to say. And then, realising he was still holding the newly met Gideon's hand, he quickly pulled his away, blushing even more. ''T-that’s okay... u-um.. My names Darren Gray'' he said, voice a little shaky as he stood there, features still an amusing shade of red. He averted his eyes for a moment, trying to hide his eagerness to look at the other male a little longer. But when he did look back, Darren’s gentle green gaze rested on Gideon’s eyes, the thin boy felt helplessly lost when he looked into them, that strange prickling feeling overcoming his body, the same feeling he’d got when he’d met Chris, the boy from his past.

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'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been
this is no place to try and live my life

[jester]

It was only after he had spoken that he realised what the consequences were of his bashing into unknown feminine gods. To him, it was almost as slow motion, the books going flying, the guy falling, the stabbing of the eye with the mascara and mocking laughter. He would have been embarrassed had he not been as popular as he was, it was odd you know. The way Gideon ran his school life. He had friends and acquaintances ranging from the lowest losers to the most plastic of the Barbie’s, he was a chameleon and everyone seemed to take a liking to him. The perks that came with those cocky arrogant guys liking him, was that he could attend nature club, and they’d merely pass a glance. Not at all that bothered. But if someone went to chess club they’d probably beat them up and laugh. Gulping hesitantly his one eyed gaze followed the flying path of one of those said books as it landed delicately. With nerve it landed atop a pretty blonde’s head, resulting in her squealing and self-harming her eye. It was all too much; he had to laugh, a deep rumbling chuckle fell from his throat as he joined the other boys. It was like a film or something.

However that mirthful laugh soon becomes involuntary nervous float clearing coughs, that is after his gaze fell back to the boy. Gideon could see the tears welling at the corners of his eyes, those delicate fingers rubbing tentatively at a growing bump on his head. Feeling guilty he adopted a rather concerned look, truly worried about the health of his ‘victim’. How innocent the boy looked as he sat there, tugging elegantly on Gideon’s heartstrings, playing him like a violin. He was stationed like a rabbit in headlights, and he had to admit there was a godammit stirring in his loins. As their hands met Gideon ruefully smiled, taking the other guys hand in his, engulfing the smaller palm in his own larger more rugged one. After he spoke he savoured the feeling of the guys hand in his, before of course that is he pulled it away. More than a little disappointed he listened intently to his words. And if he wasn’t correct this newly met Darren had blushed. Now oh my. Could this be a goddamn prayer sent from God? Had Gideon actually met another gay child. Probably not.

Gideon’s eyes never left the fragile frame of Darren; he had half expected him to break like porcelain as he had fallen. But he had proved our boy wrong; this lad was made of sterner stuff it seemed. ”Listen mate, I’m sorry again, I just didn’t see you.” Gideon sought out the other boys gaze, and when they met his gut went hollow and his heart beat at his chest like a caged bird. So loud to him where his heartbeats he was almost positive the other boy could here them. Eager for another opportunity to touch Darren Gideon tentatively reached out to touch the bump on his head. As the hallway began to empty he cast a hesitant glance round before saying his next words. Choosing them carefully as not to scare the other lad away. "You know, I’m pretty sure you’re a Traba, and yet I don’t reckon your in any of my classes. I would have remembered such a pretty face. From a girl’s point of view of course." The adrenaline rushing through his body was like a high as he slowly felt the bump on Darren’s head, the skin was soft and once again there was a stirring in his trousers. For the third time in his life he wished his football trousers weren’t so tight fitting and revealing, his bulge clearly visible, causing Gideon’s face to burn crimson. "Mind you, I ain’t that smart. So I doubt I’d find you in any of my classes any way. What year you say you where in again?"

So subtle.

[beckiee]

i watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind
but I will shy away from the specifics

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As the blonde had screamed in shock, and the passer by laughed, Darren watched as Gideon to was caught up in the humour of what had happened. The group of popular girls scurried away to the bathroom, their 'wounded' friend whining pitifully as they vanished around the corner. The hallway came back to normal, just students putting away their books and bags, then heading of in every direction to do as they pleased. Silence pressed in on the scene, occasionally ruffled by the sound of papers being moved, somewhere further down the corridor two of the Magister’s discussing today’s lessons quietly.

Darren nodded his head again, accepting the apology hurriedly, by now he could feel his features burning deeply, and was keen for his face to return to normal. It wasn’t usual to have one of the football team concerned about you, usually they'd just elbow you aside and carry on like nothing had happened. Not worrying about injuries they caused other people, and all of this came as a surprise to Darren, to find someone actually cared. As the touch of Gideon met on his forehead, Darren wanted to flinch away, but he was spell bound, having eyes for no one but the boy before him.

He was surprised by what the boy said next, ''pretty face''? His heart leapt in hope for a second, before Gideon covered up his tracks with the last comment.''From a girl’s point of view of course''. But still, the lingering touch upon his head was so caring, so gentle, his heart fluttered weakly, thoughts a whirlwind of colours, everything else in the world didn’t matter right now. Only what was happening here, now. Maybe thankfully for Gideon, Darren was feeling to light headed to notice anything going on in Gideon’s... lower region.

When his green gaze noticed the fact that Gideon’s face had turned red as well, for a few second, Darren was confused. Why was he blushing? Darren had a reason to, after all. But as far as the boy could tell, Gideon was straight as any others on the football team. But it kind of made sense after he heard what Gideon said next, maybe the other boy was embarrassed at either not having seen him, or when he said he wasn’t very smart. Both or his predictions were wrong, but he was easily convinced that the reason for the blush was innocent. ''Oh, uh... I'm a first year'' he said, a little shyly, eyes wandering over Gideon’s shirtless torso for a second, before another wave of embarrassment engulfed him.

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'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been
this is no place to try and live my life

[jester]

Oh indeed, Gideon cared; he cared a whole lot more in fact than he was letting on. He was afraid to show more of his sexuality, as a girl would to a guy or vice-versa in this situation. He couldn’t exactly flirt, well he could of done, but with his position on the football squad constantly in jeopardy from other young football stars he was on thin ice as it was, he didn’t need to give his fellow players a good solid reason to throw him off it. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of his feelings about guy, oh no, quite the contrary, why should he be after all. It was just, after his Alabama upbringing he wasn’t all too sure what this world here would be like, he was too young and inexperienced to realise not everyone was like his father. After a few nervous involuntary throat coughs and hesitantly throwing his gaze around the place to the remaining students in the hallway Gideon began to relax slightly. However only after he gained a few odd looks from some guys and a murmured giggling from some girls. Beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable from their stares and whispers he turned to look at Darren again.

His gut hollowing from guilt yet again. Adopting a boyish grin Gideon gazed steadily at his fellow first year, chuckling he shook his head on the roundabout way Darren looked at him. With every passing second Gideon wished more fervently that Darren was actually gay, he didn’t want to get his hopes up in a new school just to get them dashed away. Mildly amused at the redness of the other boy Gideon let his one eyed gaze fall upon the Magisters at the end of the corridor, they were prattling on about something or other, he was too delirious to bother with them. He was just eager for them to leave, and low and behold. They actually began to wander off down towards some classroom. Choosing his moment carefully Gideon adjusted his weight from leaning on his right leg to his left, a momentary lapse of reality came and went as his package become uncomfortable. Mumbling something incoherent under his breath he tried to recall what was his next subject.

Sub-consciously his hands began to wander down the lad in front of hims’ face, apparently checking for any other bruises or bumps or some other pathetic excuse. Gideon bit his lower lip in the attempt at rousing some ploy to get Darren to spend more time with him. That is before he remembered he was still sweaty and stunk from practise. And although his face had drained from the colour of crimson it now slowly crept back. Gliding back to reality he now realised his hands where on either side of Darren’s face, although he wanted nothing more than to savour the feeling he ripped his hands away. ”Oh, right, I’m a first year too. Uh, listen, how about after I get a shower we take you to the nurse or something. You might have brain haemorrhaging or something… But you don’t have to. I’m sure it would be boring anyway. Plus not to mention awkward when I shower…” Realising he really wasn’t selling his point at all he stopped while he was faltering and behind. It was like the worst way to ask someone on a date, and it wasn’t even that.

But then thoughts of Darren in a shower struck him and he got ashamed and tried to focus on something else while furrowing his brow and trying to figure out if he was gay or not. However then it struck him that it was lunch next. Hmm.

[beckiee]

i watched the proverbial sunrise
coming up over the Pacific and
you might think I'm losing my mind
but I will shy away from the specifics

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Darren's words hung in the still air for the while, his eyes slowly drifted to the Magister’s now, finally noticing them properly. After a few minutes though, the two wandered away into one of the classrooms around the corner. Their voices and footfalls echoed away, and then were cut short by the sound of a door clicking shut behind the two. Darren’s green gaze drifted back to Gideon, the boy in front of him seemed thoughtful, in another world.

The feeling of Gideon’s hands running down the side of his face brought him back to the present situation, the fingers tracing a line down his cheek. A tingling sensation turned his legs to jelly at the touch, but he managed this time to keep a hold on the furious blush that was fighting tooth and claw to flood his face again. But it all ended to soon, Gideon ripped away his hands, as if he hadn’t realised what he'd been doing. Darren, adjusted his stance, tilting his left foot sideways so as to rest the leg.

He smiled softly though, at the way Gideon went about what he was saying, what a considerate guy this was. And he wasn’t one to refuse staying with this boy for as long as he could. ''No its fine, I could just wait for you in the locker room'' he piped up, for once his voice sounded a little more normal, perhaps somewhat eager to come with Gideon, but it could have been confused with Darren just being friendly. He kept the calm smile upon his face, soft rose lips pulled back with the expression, waiting for Gideon’s reply.

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'cause I don't want you to know where I am
'cause then you'll see my heart
in the saddest state it's ever been
this is no place to try and live my life

[jester]

Gideon hadn't been in a situation like this for a good long while, in fact it was increasingly hard for him to actually even recall the last and actually only time. He had been thirteen, young ripe and ready for plucking his Ma had always said, she knew of his sexual orientation, if the only person who did thank the lord. She was understaning and motherly, she wouldn't of given two flying figs if her son turned out to be some transvestite women with a fetish for leaves. No, because in her eyes her little boy was her everything, her children where her all. Especially the child who dared go against how he was raised, silently rebellious and calm-natured Gideon, so perfect to his mother it was almost unreal.

Anyway, back to reality, as the young boy tried to recall the first time he realised he was gay he precariously bit his lower lip. The usually rosy coloured petal was soon turning a bone white as he failed to realise the pain as he dug through wave after wave of memories within the back of his mind. As he knew he had been thirteen, his boyfriend of somesort was fifteen, a new student in his high-school from NewYork. Merely passing through the rural hicksville county before he and his family moved on to a more friendly loving place. Much to the young Peter's relief, as soon as his father had said Alabamma his insides had churned, they stoned gays there. His family pained for him, risking to go there for mere months, not willing to stay any longer than was necissery.

Much to Gideon's sadness and regret from his first lover he had only then realised he pined for men not women. He had gained a first kiss but lost a first love, so happy was he when he hit fifteen and he could leave his old life behind and start a new one at LE. That same churning of butterflies had hit his stomach as he had gazed at this Darren, it was the same feeling he had had with Pete. For years he had loned for it again, but with someone who felt the same. Gideon would quite possibly be distraught if he found out this new lad wasn't of the same 'wave-length' per say. Suddenly dragged back into reality our young man stared rather bewildered at the other. Darren had taken on a new tone, one rather far from pain, edging eerily on eagerness.

Eyeing the bang on the other boys head Gideon smiled, it however failed to reach his eyes which where clouded with confussion and lost hope. Maybe Darren only wanted to acompany him for the reason he wished for, he hardly seemed to be in any pain. Grinning to himself he began to trudge to the Locker-rooms, eager to spend more time with a potential sutor. Within moments both boys had entered the tiled and rather large room, lockers and benches, showers and walls. The classic boys changing rooms. Wandering to his familier locker he entered the code and riffled through masses of half dirty and half clean things. Frowning as he burrowed through he located a clean towl and pair of boxers. These would do for now. Eyeing Darren out of the corner of his eyes as he began to unlace his boots Gideon piped up. "So, you going to the Ball thing? Do any sports? Have a girlfriend?"

He had to admit they were rather vague and random questions, slipping off his shoes he shoved them in the bottom of his locker. Preparing himself for the unveiling of his clingey under-shorts, eagerly wanting to find out if his deductions and guesses, or moreover hopes where true about Darren.

ooc. Sorry it's mostly ramblings, i REALLY wanted to get it out for you though. xDD Blame yourself.

[beckiee]

[ ooc - replying soon my love ^^ ]