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~ Author Note ~

I've never tried 1st person. It seems much more personal to write and easier to flow with. So I'm going to try duel-wielding this possible progressable love story. Try and keep up, and keep it up. ;)

~ End ~

"Is that the new guy? He seems kinda cute."

Flattering.

"Mhm...I can't remember his name...Chris? Craig?..C-"

Cam.

"Cody?"

Fuck.

"We should go. I have Algrebra next."

Great. Have fun with your parabolas. I bet your boyfriend did.

This was me at my happiest moment so far. I'd been living in my newly sanctioned home in a backhill town with nothing larger then a supermarket owned local and a two-movie theater that was smaller than anything an adult pornstar could be soft with. It doesn't help my insecurity that two girls already are starting to talk about me. Even in a positive way. How I look, how I feel, and how I respond are three differances.

For example.

"Hey! Pst!"

The wolf in chemistry class.

"What?"

"What's your name, new kid?"

"Chris P. Bacon."

"Cool!" He smiled, somewhat pathetically. What a jock. I hate stereotypes like him.

"My name's Derrik."

Don't care.

"Yeah." I nodded, obviously faking amuzement.

"Hey, where'd you move from?"

People started looking, time to bail.

"Er-...some town near here."

"Really? Where?"

Jesus Christ. I moved from Russia. Number two on your worksheet is wrong, now be a good boy and sit, stay, and shut the fuck up.

"...Indiana."

"Oh...but you said-"

"I know. Sorry, I was...working."

"Ah. Ok. Well, nice to meet ya."

Good, the girls went back to talking about last night's football game.

All wasn't too bad. Since I was new, I got the clear slate. Nobody expected me to have unusual habits. Sure, I wan't too bad to look at. And I had no ego or sympathy for those who wanted to mock my average ferrety-tubelike body and build.

But the best part was that even though the jocks didn't know me yet, they would soon.

My first day was unnaturally calm. People were curious and inviting, but I needed to find my type of crayola colors in the box. Like the racist little tubes of wax they are, in rainbow form, the jocks took all things bright and pretty. Then came glamor pink and yellows for the girls, smart or pretty, and reds and darks, for emos and goths. I was somewhere between 'life has harsh facts' and 'I can be nice, if your smart'.

Another good example, if we were walking out of a fire drill, and a tall zebra asks, 'Where do we go?', thats a cue to say, 'Stay in the building and burn in the imaginary fire'.

I don't hate the world. Just the overabundance, the thick headed and old classic values it contains.

"Yeah? Well I heard he's a fag."

'Nother good point we got ourselves here.

"Really? Naw...he doesn't seem like-"

"Dude, I totally heard Fred say he was peeking around the lockers today."

One day here, in gym class, and the rumors spread like wildfires. But luckily he won't burn in the sinfire like others, it was true. As bad as it seemed, I hung out a bit longer then normal and glanced a few too many times. Men just have that natural appeal to me.

"Lay off, Jack-"

Don't come back no more no-

"He seems like a nice guy."

The group chuckled a bit and continued on their way. My ears don't swivle a full 180, but if they could, they'd be metal and raydar-ish with supersonic annoyance of listening to gossip.

Then there was Spencer.

"Hey...I heard some things about the new fur."

The girl seemed alright, maybe a sister or cousin of some sort. The built ram was definately close to her all the time, either uniformed in a jersey or shirt that made me want to press up to him just as close. Without suffocating, of course. Her jaguar-ity seemed bubbly though. Not a book-by-the-cover stereotype and hopefully the ram was misleading too.

"Oh? What'd ya hear..."

That voice was almost begging me to drown it with my lips.

"That he..."

Damnit, she leaned in. Well while she giggled, and he chuckled a bit, I shut my locker quietly and tried to dissappear into the crowd.

It worked. But my satallite ears were inturrupted in the process. Damn.

Spencer had this feeling to him. There was no word other then perfect. One look showed me hope for finding many things. He was attractive, standing a tall burly 6' 9" with broad shoulders and a well built frame. The tail was pretty cute to see flick here and there as well. This wasn't a frilly femboi that could break with a single punch and needed to be rescued when in a fight.

Nor am I, for that matter. But back to the fawning.

His horns seemed very clean and polished, curving out by his ears. Besides drooling over his legs, groin and ass, the most impressive display of the living statue was his gemstone eyes. Valuable and near breathtaking.

I had to have him.

So for that week, I did my homework.

Spencer was a jockish type, but only played to make his father happy. He loves many types of oriental food and shopping, while reading and playing games in the meantime. His normal job consisted of stocking shelves and hoped to aquire managemental status soon with his work.

Dayton, the town I'm currently bemoaning about, is clean and all rounded in ethical statuses. Church on every block, a pistol on every cop and well manicured women. Woo-hoo.

So it was in this town I could say I found happyness. In the world of all this dark litarature, I'd say that there is alot of happyness. But it's easier to write about the impurities.

Off subject, I know, so let's stick back to the love story.

Spencer had Chemistry with me every day at 5th period, when we also gathered for lunch. Each day made me stare off into the distance at his fine grey fur that seemed to radiate warmth and comfort.

In the second week of gawking, it finally came down to the point where he was curious enough to talk to me.

It started something like, "Hello."

I looked up from my sheet, finishing the last equation. Lunch was in five.

"Hi..."

"Your...Cam, right?" The deep voice had a slight underlayer. It was mysterious and forign.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Spencer De'Shay." He held out a big paw. Dumbfounded, I only shook on instinct by now.

"Nice to meet you." Dont' fail me now, coolness.

"Likewise...I hear you moved here recently?"

"Mhm, from Indy."

He smiled, or grinned. Hard to tell when your trying not to faulter or stare too longingly into someone's eyes.

"Cornstalks and driving huh?"

"That's pretty much it."

"Sounds boring."

"Really is."

"Heh, well Dayton isn't any bigger. Family move here?"

"Mother did..."

"Ah..." He seemed to want to retreat, but I wouldn't allow that. Not now.

"But it seems real nice."

His smiled returned. Angels cried from the heaven in beautiful harmony once more.

"Hope it grows on ya."

I smiled back, "It probably will..."

At that moment, the bell told us to scatter. Just as Spencer was about to say something, his cheetah friend pulled him away and started the ritual of punching each other playfully and shoving into walls.

Kinky.