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New chap hot off the press, finished it only seconds ago!

So it was time the story hit a little complication, this is a taste of what's yet to come...

ENJOY!

Soul's P.O.V

Our newly formed group were getting a few weird looks from people at school as we sat on the grass together and people walked past. I was sitting up against the pile of our bags with Abbey between my legs, Josh was sitting cross legged on the grass with Lee in his lap. Ellie was sitting casually with her hands behind her propping her up while she spread her legs out straight together and Jamie laid down with her head resting in Ellie's lap, while Tom laid on his stomach resting on his elbows and Mike sat sideways leaning against his side. We looked very happy and cosy, pity others couldn't agree. A few teachers walked past and frowned at us.

“So how was the first classes?” Tom asked, biting into a juicy red apple. The sun was shining and the grass was a lovely a glow with light. Birds were chirping and the sky was clear, the air fresh. Why couldn't everyone else enjoy this wonderful day? Surely everybody in the school can't be having a bad day all at the same time?

“Boring,” Lee groaned and finished off his choc chip cookie.

“Same,” I grunted and shifted my weight.

“FAGS!” someone shouted and then something came flying through the air and splashed all of us.

“AH!” the girls squealed, and by girls I also mean Lee, and got up. We were all drenched in red sugary liquid now, a big foam cup laid in the middle of our little circle. Mike got to his feet and looked to the small group of boys who'd thrown it. Mike was scary when he was angry, I felt sorry for those boys.

“OH FUCKERS!” he shouted to them. They tried looking tough, but Mike was tougher.

“FAGGOT!” one of the boys at the back of the group screamed.

“COME HERE ARE SAY IT YOU GROMMIT!” Mike roared, picking up a rock and throwing it at them. It missed them, but hit a post and smashed into little pieces. Did I mention Mike was also super strong?

The boys began to scatter, having realised who they were actually messing with, and went to go hide. I laughed and wiped my face on my sleeve. Abbey laughed too and picked at her soaked hair, the red liquid running down her face. Soon the others were laughing too. Josh grabbed Lee by the chin and licked his cheek.

“Mmm, cherry, my favourite,” he said loud enough for everyone to hear. Lee blushed and the group of girls not too far away hissed and left.

“Yeah, go on you sluts, go take your fishy knickers somewhere else!” Mike called after them. Tom snickered and hooked his arm in with Mike's.

“You're so sexy when your mad,” he whispered. Mike beamed and kissed him on the forehead.

“Well I guess we better clean up before class,” Ellie giggled.

“Nah, I'm not going to bother,” I said and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and holding onto the handle. Then I grabbed Abbey's bag and did the same.

“To class babe?” I asked her. She nodded and linked her arm in mine and we walked proudly off to our next class. The others did the same. That's what I loved most about them, their courage to do as they please no matter what people think. They're good like that.

Tom's P.O.V

I walked out of my class by myself. The associates I had had in that subject suddenly didn't want to know me. I felt tears itching behind my eyes but I was stronger than to let people think they got to me. The halls were crowded with people rushing home after a long hot day at school. I sighed and made my way through.

“Hey cutie!” someone called from the end of the corridor. I looked up to see Mike leaning against the wall at the end, one foot up against it, his hands in his pockets and he was grinning at me. I smiled back and waved.

“Anal licker!” some tall buff guy hissed beside me, knocking into me and sending me sideways into a group of people. I stumbled because none of them tried to stop my fall. The tall guy grabbed the front of my shirt and shoved me up into the lockers, a lock digging in between my shoulder blades.

“Get off of me,” I coughed as his knuckles pressed into my throat.

“You're disgusting. You're not human. You're a sin against nature,” the guy fumed. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah yeah, heard it,” I said, which got me a punch in the gut.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY BOYFRIEND!” came a loud haunting voice that made me smile. The big guy over me for a moment genuinely looked scared, Mike had a bit of a reputation for that. I guess this idiot hadn't anticipated this. The big guy shoved me into the lockers and let me go, I clattered to the floor in a heap of pain in my gut and the big guy turned to see the corridor had been cleared around us with people looking on as Mike stood in the middle of it. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows and it was un-tucked, he was down for business.

“You-you're a faggot too!” the big guy spat. Not so bright was he.

“Oh really? Well... I guess I am. You have a problem with that?” Mike smirked. His tone was haunting but cool and calm, it sent shivers down my spine in all the good ways.

“You're a sin!” the guy shouted, unsure what to do now that he wasn't flanked by his 'posse'.

“Yes, I think you've already said that to my boyfriend,” Mike snarled. He took a few steps forward so he was nose and nose with the guy. Even though Mike was shorter by about half a head.

“Don't touch me,” the guy shuddered.

“Leave Tom alone, and I won't have to,” my boyfriend smirked. He was having way too much fun with this.

“Whatever,” the guy said, it was supposed to sound nonchalant, but instead it was weak and high pitched. Mike laughed and the guy flinched, then slithered away into the crowd. Mike leant over and offered a hand down to me. I took it and he helped me onto my feet. He cupped my chin and planted a nice neat clean kiss briefly on my lips and then turned to the crowd.

“Anyone else have a problem with that?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. The crowd mumbled and then dispersed rather quickly.

“You're such a bad ass,” I chuckled.

“You love it,” he winked back.

Josh's P.O.V

I'd watched Mike's little show from afar. He was probably going to get into trouble with the teachers now or something. But I'm sure they'd only give him detention considering he didn't actually lay a finger on anyone and the guy he threatened did. But you never know with homophobes and what they can get away with. I got into my car and started it up so I could listen to some tunes while I waited for Lee. Aqua's Barbie Girl came on, so of course I turned it up full volume and screamed the lyrics.

“I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world, life in plastic, it's fantastic, you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere, imagination, life is a hot naked sexy guy dipped in chocolate!” I sung. My driver's side window was down and people passing were giving me funny looks, so I flipped them off in my happy-go-lucky sing-song mood. The head of a god dropped into my window and smiled at me.

“You're such a tripper,” he giggled and kissed me on the cheek. I wailed, crossed one arm over my chest and the other over my crotch and gapped at him.

“What kind of self respecting woman do you think I am?” I said in a high pitched girly voice. It was also the voice I used when I did impressions of my mum and the queen. Lee laughed and walked around and got in shot gun, then buckled up. I changed gears and reversed out of my parking and headed down the street with Barbie Girl still blasting.

“MAKE ME WALK, MAKE ME TALK, DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE, I CAN ACT LIKE A STAR, I CAN BEG ON MY KNEES!” I sung in a high pitched voice as I drove. Then for Ken I made my tone extra ultra dark chocolate low. “Come jump in, be my friend, let us do it again, hit the town, fool around, let's go party!”

When we got to Lee's house I turned the engine off and leaped from the car, slid over the hood, and opened Lee's door for him. He was so delighted he leaped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist and arms around my neck, and kissed my forehead. I grinned like a proper wife should and carried him inside and to the couch. I dropped him down and put my hands on my hips and did a little wiggle.

“What would you like to eat honey?” I asked in that high pitched voice again. I grabbed a thin pillow off the couch and tucked it into the top of my pants as my apron. Lee, still giggling, stroked his pretend moustache.

“Make me a sandwich!” he ordered, pointing to the kitchen. I skipped, did a little pirouette, and then curtsied.

“Anything you my hubby,” I cooed and leaped off into the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Because I'm one hell of a husband.

Mike's P.O.V

“Will you marry me?” Tom asked me as he climbed on top of me on my bed where I laid on my back with my hands behind my head. I looked up at him and smiled.

“Yes!” I smirked and ran my hand through his hair. He laid down on my chest and tucked his head under my chin.

“You can wear a lovely pink frock,” he chuckled. I reached out and slapped his ass. He yelped and then giggled and looked up at me, I looked down my nose at his grinning face.

“I'm sure you can borrow a pair of Josh's high heels,” he added and then braced for another slap. I rolled my eyes and looked to the ceiling.

“His feet are three times bigger than mine,” I pointed out. Tom relaxed and that's when I struck, slapping him on the other butt cheek this time. He sat up so he was straddling me and pinned my arms above my head so I couldn't touch him anymore.

“That is very rude,” he snickered. I raised an eyebrow at him cheekily.

“Is that the thanks I get for saving your life?” I asked him. He wiggled his nose, super cute by the way, and nodded. I sat up, but he still had my hands pinned to the bed so now his face was almost touching mine. I quickly dipped my head out and caught his lips with mine, then fell back down onto the bed with a thud.

“You're such a tease,” he pouted. I cackled.

Ellie's P.O.V 

(WARNING!: Lesbian kissing!)

I leant back at looked at the fine green nail polish I'd just finished on my toes. I wiggled them and put the brush back in the bottle. Jamie stood in front of my mirror brushing her hair with my brush and pouting at herself.

“Do you think I'm fat?” she asked, assessing her hips as she moved them side to side. I got up and walked over to her, taking my brush from her and grabbing both her hips from behind.

“They feel fine to me,” I giggled and kissed her shoulder. She bumped me in the hip with hers and scouted past me onto my bed and sat cross legged. She was wearing a singlet and undies and socks and she looked sexy and cute. Why'd I never seen that before? Why did it take two guys kissing in front of me for me to realise I was a lesbian? I looked down at myself, also in my underwear, and smirked. I sauntered over to Jamie and pushed on her shoulder, making her fall back onto my pillows as I climbed on top of her and straddled her.

“Don't do that, I'm having a melt down,” she whined and turned her head away from me. I cupped her cheek and turned her head back to mine.

“You're perfect okay?” I hissed and kissed her softly, gently. She gave in to me and wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me lower down to her so our boobs collided. I giggled against her mouth and pulled back.

“But seriously, you are,” I smiled. She beamed and kissed my nose.

“So are you,” she said.

~

Lee's P.O.V

I ran into my class and sent an apologetic look to the teacher. Josh had made me late because he's grabbed me in the hall and pinned me in a broom cupboard to make out. I wasn't complaining, just simply stating. The teacher growled but waved me away and I ducked to the back where my usual seat next to Soul was.

“Why are you late?” he whispered to me, bobbing his head down behind the person in front of him so the teacher wouldn't see and he ranted on about the rise and fall of taxing in the twenty-first century.

“Josh,” I mumbled and shoved my bag under my desk and put my feet on top of it.

“Oh,” Soul chuckled and looked back tot he front. Josh didn't need explaining.

The rest of the class went agonisingly slow. It was like Father Time was hating on gays too and so he slowed down time just to piss me off. Na, that's silly, Father Time couldn't hate gays, he's secretly dating Santa.

But the siren did finally go, and I was the first out of there and into the hall. Soul was close behind me.

“Remind me again why we take high grade math?” he asked me as we hurried away from the school to our grassy spot for lunch.

“Because we're in training to be ninjas and ninjas are smart,” I told him as we walked out into the sun. I paused to stick my arms out and soak in it before I saw Josh sitting on the grass and I squealed and ran to him, jumping on top of him.

“Oh hi,” he laughed and tipped me over his shoulder into his lap. Abbey got up to meet Soul and they started washing machine making out. I had to look away.

Everyone sat down and started chatting and eating. Until Mike looked up and frowned.

“Tom should be here by now...” he mumbled. I frowned and looked around, I couldn't see him anywhere.

“Did he say anything about staying in?” Jamie asked, “He's probably got detention or something.”

“Tom doesn't get detention,” Abbey and I said at the same time.

“He gets straight As,” Abbey added.

“Not exactly straight anymore,” Josh added. I slapped on for his inappropriate timing.

“What? I'm sure he'd fine, you're all just overreacting,” he defended himself. We weren't.

“I'm gonna go find him,” Mike said, getting up and leaving.

Tom's P.O.V

The bell went and as I stepped out of class I saw that tough guy from yesterday waiting at the end of the hall. He locked eyes with him and put a clenched fist into an open palm. I gulped; he had his big posse with him today and Mike was probably on the other side of the school for all I knew. I turned and went down the other way. Once I was around the corner I ran for it, shoving people out of the way. I heard their thundering footsteps from a mile away, they echoed down the corridors. I turned into another corner and saw some running at me from the other end. I turned, the other half were behind me. I had no choice, I dashed into an open door and panicked. It was a dead end empty classroom.

There was a window at the top at the back that was open. It was my best hope. I ran for it, dropping my bag and not caring about it, anything valuable was in my pockets anyway. I pushed a desk up against the wall and climbed onto it. I gripped onto the side of the window about to hoist myself up when hands grabbed my legs and pulled me back down. As I fell my face smashed into the side of the desk and I felt my nose give and break. Blood instantly started pouring out. I was flipped onto my back on the floor and the thugs started laying into me. A punch in the gut, and kick in the side, a heel down on my knee cap, and wet willy in the ear. The blood from my nose was running into my mouth and I started choking on it. God, I was going to die in school.

The classroom door burst open and I glanced through the ankles and table legs to see vans storming over here. Great, that was probably the leader.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!” Mike boomed. Even I flinched. The guys all paused mid swing and turned to see Mike standing just behind them, his hands raised to fight. A few of the guys shrieked and shrunk away while the guys who thought they were tough shit stood their ground. I knew Mike was seriously pissing; one, his nostrils were flared, and two, he swore a lot more when he was mad.

“Oh yeah, come on faggot, give us your best shot!” one of the beefier ones by my feet taunted.

“You asked for it!” Mike hissed and swung his fist, catching the guy in the side of the head. He hit the deck and was out. The other thug standing his ground lunged forward and Mike round-house kicked him in the stomach. The guy flew back into a desk and toppled backwards over it onto the ground.

“EVERYONE OUT!” Mike ordered the others and they started moving off. The guy who'd been thrown over the desk got up on his feet and picked up a chair.

“Queer!” he shouted and swung it. Mike caught the leg and shoved the chair back, slamming it into the guy's face and he fell back down. He didn't get back up.

I tried to sit, but the pain was too much and I slumped back down. Mike fell to his knees beside me.

“You okay?” he asked me, all the anger drained from him. He was bi-polar like that. I grunted and nodded.

“It's just bruises,” I shrugged.

“Your nose looks broken,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that,” I said and grabbed at my nose. It had stopped bleeding at least. But the pain was making my eyes water.

“I'm taking you to the nurse,” he said and picked me up bridal style. I was too sore to complain.

“I'm going to kill those bastards,” Mike hissed under his breath, but I still heard it... just.

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