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Six A.M., the dreaded time of morning where a young teen's alarm would ring for him to wake up to start the first day of school...however, there is one problem, he didn't go to sleep. Instead, the small framed collie sat in front of his computer desk, staring at the screen as his alarm played a local radio station. He gave a sigh, looking down at the clock on his display, confirming that it was indeed that time.

The young lad's name was Luke Nightengale. He was a simple black and silver Border Collie Husky mix, showing very strongly on the collie side, streaked with white in some areas. He had an odd defect which made his ear a bit longer and slightly floppy at the top, the doctors suspected that it was probably a recessive gene that one of his parents carried. He stood about 5'6 and wasn't built too large. In fact, he only weighed a total of 97lbs. His body did have curves though, his stomach and hips making a slight hour-glass figure. He was actually a pretty cute kid if someone bothered to look.

His short, black, shaggy hair fell neatly over his forehead as he pushed it up a bit, standing up to turn off his alarm. Just two weeks ago he would have been doing the same to get up and do his normal biweekly shower routine. But instead he had been sulking because the young canine found out that he'd be moving from a small town in Illinois to a large suburb in New York. He tried to talk his parents out of it, showing them the blogs that said that the school he'd be attending had a bullying problem, but it didn't work. They knew he could take care of him self for the most part. Being a dance student gave me some pretty strong legs that he could use as a weapon if needed and they had seen him do it before.

The reason why they had to move here was because of a job that his father had been offered. It paid almost $2000 a week for him to move up there and transport people's valuables. Money, antiques, jewelry and the like. Anyhow, the teen reached his bed, the clock being on the right side of it on his wooden nightstand along with a lamp and a collection of books that he still had to read. Switching his alarm off, he went through his dresser. He recalled that the forecast was for temperature in excess of 103 degrees.

'Lovely,' he thought, 'I'm going to have to wear fucking shorts.' He audibly growls as he snatches the longest pair of shorts he had, which still came above his knees, and set them down. Next, he rustled through his drawers until he found a sensible, yet stylish shirt to compliment his black jean shorts. Grabbing a pair of briefs out of his bottom drawer, along with a pair of socks, he travels upstairs from his basement room into the main part of his new home. He quickly rounds the staircase, passing the front door and walking through the living room until he finally passes through the hallway that led to the bathroom door. Stepping inside the large room, he closes the door behind him and locks it.

The room had soft, teal walls and chrome fixtures for the sink and shower. The toilet was a glossy black porcelain that nearly sparkled. Looking in the mirror, he examines his face for pimples or blemishes, parting his fur to do so, he finds a few just above his hair line.

He reached over to the right side of the sink where all of his bathroom things were located and grabbed the bottle of acne treatment gel. The bottle was maybe a fourth of the way empty after having it for nearly two years. Lucky for him, he didn't get a lot of acne at once; or very often for that matter. He put a bit on his index finger and applied it to the affected area, rubbing it in and already feeling them shrink a bit. Unfortunately, he had bags under his eyes from the lack of sleep. They weren't too bad, so he just got out a bottle of gel that was meant to decrease the looks of these dark bags and applied it. Now he just had to wait ten minutes for both gels to finish their work.

While he waited, Luke started to pluck his eyebrows, making sure that they were as symmetrical as possible with each other. This process took nearly 6 minutes because of his obsessive need to have them perfect, but it was finished at least. Next he moved to get his nail file and clipper, tacking 7 more minutes to trim and file his claws to rounded blunts. He stopped to rinse of the gels he applied earlier. Observing the areas in the mirror, he saw that they had done their job and reduced the appearance of his bags and the size of his pimples.

Going through his mental checklist, he had finished his skin care, trimmed his eyebrows, and filed his calws. All that was left was to take a shower. So, he began stripping off his clothes. His shirt came off first, revealing a rather small torso that had little definition but did have muscle. His arms appeared stronger as they had more definition to the muscles. After all, he had begun dance lessons before he moved so it was only natural for him to gain arm strength from all the lifting of partners and whatnot. Next, he unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the fly and slipping them off of his legs. His legs were plenty more muscular than the rest of him. If someone were to see them, they'd be able to tell that he'd begun dance lessons because of how toned they appeared.

He stood there in his briefs that clung tightly to his ass and crotch before crossing to the shower and turning on the water, waiting for it to get hot. As he did so, he brushed his teeth, making sure to keep them properly cleaned. He turned around, seeing steam begin to rise out of the shower. As he saw such, he rinsed his tooth brush, returning it to it's holder before rinsing his mouth and slipping out of his briefs. The humid air tickled his sheath and naked body. He smiled a bit as he stepped under the hot water, letting it run down his body, soaking into his fur and the curves of his small, but strong muscles. He rubbed his body, massaging the water deeper into his fur and skin, making sure that it was thoroughly damp before getting out his body scrub that was made specifically to keep the fur soft and body clean. Putting it on a luffa, he lathered it in the hot water until it was basically a giant ball of suds.

Stepping back out of the water, Luke began to scrub himself, the soap penetrating his fur, removing debris, dirt and filth that probably didn't exist. Nonetheless, he did it anyway. After he had gotten the whole of his body, he closed his eyes and rubbed it onto his face and droopy ears, making sure that they were cleaned properly as well before stepping back under the water to rinse himself off.

His silver and black fur shined with the water as the suds ran off of his body. Rubbing his body free of the soap, his hand stopped as it reached his rear. He blushed a bit at how large the mounds of flesh seemed to him. Pushing up on one, he dropped it, watching it jiggle as it settled back into it's firm position. He was often mistaken for a girl from behind because of his figure, his ass being a key factor of the problem.

Shaking off these thoughts, he took out a bottle of shampoo, squeezing some of the contents into his palm and working it through the thick hair on top of his head. He used his nails to work it into his scalp as he washed the black locks. Once they were thoroughly cleaned, he stuck his head under the water to rinse the soap out, continuing to run his hands through it to make sure that all the shampoo was rinsed. After this task, he returned to the shelf that held his shower items. The husky picked up a bottle of conditioner, putting some of the gel onto his hands and running this through his hair. Being sure that it was evenly spread through out his head, he slides down the back wall of the shower, allowing the hot water to pelt his body, blushing a bit from the heat. As the conditioner set in, he let his thoughts wander.

He couldn't help but think of all the good times he had with his friends at his old school. The awkward moments where they first met, getting to know each other, spending hours together just sitting around. Especially Finne. She was his best, and for the most part, first friend there. She taught him how to draw, how to use proper grammar and how to role play. If it wasn't for her, he probably wouldn't have had any friends at the school because of how nervous he gets around people. He'll often not say anything unless introduced to someone or if he gets addressed by another person. The orange gecko was basically the only one who possessed an opinion that actually mattered to him. But, since he moved he wouldn't be able to see her anymore except for on video chat and what not.

It was unfortunate, but that's life. The steaming water continued to pour onto his already damp fur. He enjoyed the heat of it, the steam coming off of the hot droplets. He ran his paws through his damp fur, feeling the contours of his muscles and the silkiness of his wet fur. Unfortunately, it was time for him to get out and finish preparing for school. Pushing himself up from the floor of the tub, he approached the faucet and turned the water off. The silence filling the room was occasionally broken by the sound of water dripping to the floor from the shower-head and his own wet form. Taking his towel from the rack, he starts to scour the water from his fur using the edge of it. Removing most of the liquid rather quickly. He slipped into the ungodly tight shorts that came up just past his knees; he was going to have to get new ones. Lovely. He slipped into the simple form fitting t-shirt and stepped out of the bathroom, steam pouring out the door as if it were a sauna. He grabbed a few slices of raisin bread and slipped them into the toaster, pushing down on the leaver and walking away. He grabbed the peanut butter from a shelf and a knife from a drawer, setting them beside a plate as he went to grab his bag, going through it to be sure everything was there. He pulled out the small laptop computer his parents got him as a gift, 'Just because my ass. It's a bribe and a poor one at that.' the border collie remembers thinking as they had bought it and delivered it to him the same day that they told him they'd be moving to New York. Opening Bribe, as he likes to call it, he starts up the computer and opens Yahoo Messenger, seeing that Finne was online under her nickname of Snikkmorder. He opens a chat log and types "Ohaithar." before quickly sending the message and waiting for a response:

Roberto: Ohaithar.

snikkmorder: hey homo

Roberto: So how are you doing?

snikkmorder: Meh.

Roberto: That's...good? Anyway, you ready for- that's a stupid question; Nobody's ready for the first day of school.

snikkmorder: I'd say I'm ready. I have all my shit set out and all that. I'm actually excited, seeing as I got a few classes I anticipate taking.

Roberto: Oh? What do you have? I got Pre-Cal, AP English, AP History, AP Band, Drawing, AP Choir, P.E.(Shudder), and Driver's Ed.

snikkmorder: Hmm. I already took Driver's Ed. I'm getting my liscense soon. /shudder/ I have AP History, AP Art, AP English, Health, Geometry, Foods 2, Textiles or something, and some other history deal, and then consumer ed

Roberto: Lucky you, we don't have a cooking class.

snikkmorder: Oh?

Roberto: This schools main focus is sports while still managing to have some art classes.

snikkmorder: Just like our old school. Herp derp.

Roberto: Indeed, except for the part where everyone is a homophobe.

snikkmorder: Ignore them.

Roberto: Easy enough...excpet when you know, they're pushing you against lockers, demanding an explination for your 'fagatory' as they call it. I've had it happen before and I'm not intrested in going through it again. So, instead of being all frilly for my first day of school, I decided to wear pants*growls in disgust.* and a simple T-shirt. How appropriate, cause you know, this is only the first day of school, and first impressions are /everything/.

snikkmorder: fagatory

snikkmorder: excpet

snikkmorder: explination

snikkmorder: intrested

snikkmorder: explanation

snikkmorder: not explination

Roberto: *Shorts fagatry Except Explanation Interested

snikkmorder: fagatry

snikkmorder: fagatory fagatry

snikkmorder: faggotry

snikkmorder: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/faggotry

snikkmorder: That's an excuse. You could've done something, you know.

Roberto: ...Done what exactly? Hit them with my non-existent muscles?

snikkmorder: You have leg-muscles, remember? And claws? Though they're not as sharp as mine, they can still be useful.

Roberto: I keep my claws filled to blunts and this was back before I started dancing.

snikkmorder: Why? Claws are one of your greatest weapons.

snikkmorder: And most useful tools.

Roberto: Because, you know, sharp claws are not attractive?

snikkmorder: ...seriously?

Roberto: Well, dangerous, but it's relatively the same considering most people don't find danger attractive.

snikkmorder: You make me want to bash my head against a wall.

Roberto: Why?

snikkmorder: I'm not even going to answer because you should know.

Roberto: Should, that doesn't mean I do. You know that I get confused sometimes and can't decipher things. So I'd very much appreciate you explaining so that I can try and fix what I'm doing wrong.

snikkmorder: Not going to bother this time. It's getting too annoying to deal with.

Roberto: Or you could tell me and I can fix it >:C

snikkmorder: Or I couldn't.

Roberto: Yet you wonder why I continue to do it? If you want it to stop, I need to know what it is.

snikkmorder: You never stop, though. That's the thing. You always need things spoon-fed to you, like a puppy.

Roberto: I find that incredibly insulting, I mean really, everyone has their faults and whatever it is I'm donig wrong I apologize for. But you can't just expect me to stop without knowing what it is that I'm doing wrong. Just because if it's obvious to you doesn't mean it's obvious to others.

snikkmorder: Welp, I'm done here

With that, Finne signed off. Luke gives an annoyed growl, eating the last of the toast that he had prepared sometime during this exchange, picking up the last slice and sticking it in his mouth as he threw his back-pack onto his shoulder and padded towards the door. Going over his mental checklist, he assured himself that he had everything he needed and was ready to go. Opening the door, he puts on the sun-glasses that he removes from the key-rack that hung by the door. Even with the sun-glasses, it seemed over-whelmingly bright outside. The small collie squinted a bit as his eyes adjusted under the tinted lenses.

A cool breeze was blowing, but it was quite obvious that it was extremely hot out despite the current pleasant breeze. Walking around to the garage, which was around the corner from the front door, and grabbed his bike. Straddling the seat, he begins pedaling down the driveway and onto the street, making sure to check for cars at every stop sign. He was barely halfway there and already panting under the searing heat of the sun, the breeze having evaporated some time ago. It was a full ten minutes after leaving before he started to see other teenagers heading to school as well, he figured that they probably got a head start as they know the area and have gone to this school before.

There weren't many kids walking along the sidewalks or bikes on the street, small groups here and there. As became a hobby after meeting Finne, he began people-watching, observing the small groups that walked or rode the streets. He easily spotted a few people that could be labeled, scene, or geeks, preps and a few of the other common cliques that could be found in a school.

He slowed down and smirked a bit at a particular group that he approached, four young men, all muscular with varying degrees. It was quite obvious that they were the jocks of the school, the toned bodies, the duffle bags, the jerseys. All were tell-tale signs of their love for, and participation in sports. There was as stated prior, four of the teens, a small, slender cat that one look at the rippling muscles in his legs could show that he was a member of the track team. The next was a taller horse, standing maybe 6'3 and covered in toned muscles. The jersey and hockey stick poking out of his bag made it obvious what team he was on. Next to him was a burly tiger, about 5'11 in height, toned muscles and a very amusing strut that Luke couldn't help but giggle at.

He was quite certain that the boy was a member of the football team, though, unlike the others, he didn't have much to go off of. And at the right end of their group was a tall, black and white wolf. Standing 6'2, medium sized, toned muscles. He blushed a bit, continuing to look at them through the corner of his eyes seeing as how if he turned his head it'd be quite obvious he was staring at them. Just as he was putting his eyes back in front of him, he almost did a complete double-take, flinching his head before he stopped it as he turned his eyes to look back at what he thought he saw.

Luke was right, the large wolf was flat-out staring at him. It was quite obvious that he was trying to be discrete, but he was failing as Luke was easily able to see the large wolf staring at him. After a few seconds, the stranger looks away, chatting with his friends once more. Sighing in relief after believing that he may have been spotted by the group, he speeds up his pedaling and pushes pass the group on the other side of the road.

It took twenty minutes to reach the school in total, something that Luke made sure to keep a mental note about for future reference. He put his bike on one of the many racks along the schools front, brick wall before locking it in place with a chain that had a combination and key system so that you needed both in order for it to work. Walking away from the rack, he walks up to the doors of the school, students hug around on the stairs, sitting and chatting, some were walking through the large row of doors whether going in or out.

Taking a deep breath, he steps through the doors and goes to the school's office. "Excuse me, I'm Luke Nightengale. I was registered a few months ago but I never received my class schedule." He explains to the woman standing at the desk. The woman turns, looks at him as if he's interrupting something incredibly dire and looks back to the computer screen that sat behind the counter. "Sorry girl, there's some kid here who needs my help. All these brats do is whine about something about something or another; I'll have to call you back." With that, she hangs up the phone that was previously up to her ear and turns back to Luke with a pleasant expression but speaks in an annoyed tone, "I'm sorry, how may I help you again?" The collie gives a very quiet growl as he has to repeat himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't notice that you were preoccupied before." he has a tone that rivals her own in annoyance as he speaks. "My name is Luke Nightengale, I'm a new student that registered a few months ago but I never received my class schedule so I'm going to request that you look it up and print it out for me." The woman gives a sigh as she types his name into the computer and scrolls through the options for his profile. Clicking on the correct links, the printer whirrs to life and ejects a piece of paper. She snatches it out from the ejection tray and hands it out to him. Snatching it from the weasel's paw, he walks out of the office without so much as a thank you, not seeing the point in thanking someone so rude.

The young canine then walks to one of the small, circular tables in the lunch room, bringing with him a tray of the School's hot breakfast which consisted of a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit, a hash brown and a small plastic cup of coffee. Despite already having eaten breakfast at his own house, Luke was still rather hungry. Sitting down at the table, he pulls out his MP3 player, he sets up a song, turns up the volume until the world was drowned out, and begins to eat his second breakfast.

Shane walks into the lunch room with a few of his friends from his previous class and they chatter on about the day. Shane, leading the group sees a open table with only one occupant. A small black-and-silver-ish young Collie with headphones on. Too busy to think anything of it, he brings his friends to the table and they all sit down. Taking off his backpack and setting it on the floor, Shane looks over at the canine sitting next to him. He seemed focused, yet...lonely. Shane decided to get his attention. He reached over and poked the younger person on the shoulder with a claw.

Luke literally lurches into the air; the sandwich he was holding flew into the nearby wall, and his MP3 player fell of the table, the screen staying in mint condition, however. He falls out of the stool and looks up with a combination of shock and fear.

The nearby tables go silent and all begin to stare at the pair of males, one on the ground and the other with a puzzled look on his face. Shane's friends began to giggle at the awkwardness of the situation but Shane himself did not. He instead sighed, brushed off the bits of sandwich on his tank top and shorts and extended his arm to the still shocked wolf on the ground and said "Come on, let me help you up," as the nearby tables went back to their own business.

The young teen looks up the hand extended to him, "Thanks, b-but I can get myself up," he stutters, picking himself up before changing seats so that he wasn't so close to the other male. He moves his homework and remainder of his breakfast to the next seat over, that way he wouldn't seem too rude. Putting his headphones and music player into the pocket of his jean-shorts before looking back to the other wolf. He was built pretty well but not overly so. The tank top and muscles would suggest him being a jock but his friends didn't fit the same description so he brushed that though off. "So...May I ask why you decided to sit here and scare the shit out of me? Or is that just this school's way of greeting their new students?"

Shane observed the teenager that shared his species. He began to fall into a daydreaming state and was getting lost in learning about this new and interesting young Canine. 'He seems friendly; a little shy though...seems to be not to keen on being social,' thought Shane to himself. He then snapped back to reality when he realized he had just been asked a question. "Oh, sorry, I, uh, just noticed you sitting all alone and wanted to ask you; I practically know everyone in school." He gave Shane a puzzled look. "I'm Shane; Shane Everglade...you're the new transfer student from Illinois, right? "

"...My name's Luke Nightengale, and yes I'm the new student. I'm sitting alone because I don't know anybody, everyone seems like a jock or preppy bitch -woman, and I have a hard time with people." The young black-and-silver hybird says, rubbing his arm a bit as he sips from the cup of coffee.

Shane giggles at his rude and defensive nature. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." He looks back at his friends who are paying no attention to him or Luke. He pauses and looks back at the silver Teen. "Hey, I don't wanna come off as mean. You're new here and probably not used to a big city or school like this." Shane reaches into his shorts and rips a piece of paper out of his backpack. He scribbles a number on it and slides it over to Luke. "It's my number, if you ever need a friend or someone to talk to, just call or text me okay?"

He blushes a bit, taking the slip of paper. "Sorry...I don't mean to come off as rude, but I imagine anyone would be grumpy if they just freaked out in the middle of the lunch room." The teen says, giggling a little. "I'll be fine. I keep to myself, but I'm normally pretty nice to everyone, so I shouldn't have any problems."

Shane smiles. "I know you'll be fine, I just like to give my number to guys I think are cute," he nudges Luke lightly in the arm and then the lunch bell rings. "Well, gotta go to class, see you later." Shane quickly wraps an arm around Luke and pulls him close for a brief and sudden hug. He then lets go, grabs his backpack and walks away.

Luke remains seated, quickly sliding his head underneath his bag to avoid anyone seeing how deeply red he had turned. As his blush settles, he quickly packs up, finishes his drink and heads to homeroom the beginning of what he was sure to be a bad day.

Shane turns back as he leaves the cafeteria, looks through the glass of a door separator and sees the student bury his head in his bag. He wants to go and comfort him, but his instincts told him otherwise. He quickly rushes off to catch up to his friends who wanted to hear about his interaction with the new boy.

Reading down the list of classes and what times they started and ended at, he found that his homeroom was in the music room; how lucky for him! Smiling a bit to himself as he strolled down the halls, he searched for the classroom that he was assigned to.

Finding it rather quickly, he walks in and does a kind of double-take at the room. It had a real Grand Piano sitting in front of the dry-erase board, shelves that were lined with instruments, a curved room structures that would provide excellent acoustics and file cabinets that were full of sheet music judging from the labeling. Stepping up to the piano, and confirming that he was the only student in the room, he sits on the bench, stretches his fingers a bit, and begins to stroke the keys to play Fur Elise. The music flows beautifully from the string instrument, and though he was not aware of it, the music teacher, Miss. Green, had entered the room, standing at the door and listening to Luke hit the keys with practiced precision.

The song ends and she, and two other students that had entered during clapped a bit. "Very nice, how long have you been playing?" The teacher asks, approaching the young canine. Luke blushes a bit in embarrassment as she does so. Studying the teacher, he sees that she is a small, silver tabby. Long, wavy white hair cascades down to the middle of her back. "Only about a year or so. I've been practicing this and a few other songs over the summer. It's not too easy to teach myself how to play like this though." He confesses, looking down to the keys and idling playing a more complex variation of Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. "Well I have to say that you're pretty good for a self-taught person. Especially for only being at it for a year." The tabby says, praising him a bit as she leans on the piano. "Well thanks...oh, I have you for quite a few classes. AP Orchestra, AP Choir and Dance Club." The young teen explains, suddenly remembering her name on his schedule. "Oh? Well, if you're in my choir class, why don't you sing me a song?" She sneers in a teasing tone.

As she says this, the border collie can't help but shiver a bit in further embarrassment. Knowing better than to argue, he thinks for a moment before playing the intro to Don't Stop Believing. The feline smiles as she gets her way, tapping her paw to the beat of the piano's music. Having played and sung this song over the summer, he sings it with a up-tight finesse that Miss. Green frowns at. Pushing down on his shoulders, pushing up a bit on his chin and nudging his back inward she gives an order. "Louder and more relaxed. I don't need an uptight tail-hole in my classes." Luke almost laughs at the language she used, and this helped him relax a bit as he entered the 4th verse. Now looking at him with a critiques eye, the feline studies his posture, breathe control, pitch and tone. She heard a few mistakes in terms of pitch, and she didn't really like how tight his posture was, but, as the song ends she found that she was rather impressed with the canine.

A now full class applauds as the bell rings. Luke's slightly drooping ears perk up to full attention as he blushes deeply in embarrassment. At this, the teachers scoffs, turning to glare at him a bit. "Lovely, talent with stage fright, just what I need!" she her paws into the air as she sighs in depression. She hates having to help people get over stage fright.

"I don't have stage fright!" He argues, standing up quickly from the stool, causing it to squeak a bit as it slid across the tile. "Then what's with the blushing and hiding behind the piano?" His teacher asks skeptically. "I just don't like random people suddenly appearing and applauding for me! It's embarrassing." He explains, looking down a bit. "That's possibly the silliest thing I've ever heard. Just take your seat so that I can take roll, alright?" With that, he obeys, taking a seat in the back of the room.

The teacher takes roll and goes through the normal first day of school stuff. Explaining the rules of the class after introducing herself. And after that, she just leaves to her small office, allowing the children that filled the room to do as they please. Luke simply opens his bag and rummages around till he finds his laptop, he wasn't exactly sure if it was allowed but he didn't exactly care at the moment. Starting up the machine, he waits for it to finish warming up before attempting to connect to the Internet. Unfortunately, the Wi-Fi was locked. With a scowl, he gives a bit of a growl before settling on opening up an old art project and setting to work on finishing it. Despite the fact that there were children were obviously staring at him, he continued work on his art project tuning out the comments he heard them making about him. They were mostly making comments about how they thought he was a new kid or how he looked a bit feminine; he didn't care though.

Soon enough, homeroom was over. So, the young canine walks out of the classroom, traveling the school halls as he looks for the gym class, which he had learned was his next class from a quick glance at his schedule. Luckily, he had remembered to pack his clothes. He finally finds the locker room, his stomach cramped up as he really hated these rooms, but there was nothing he could do. Opening the door to the room, he could already here the sounds of rambunctious teenagers screwing around. He quickly enters and heads directly to one of the bathroom stalls where he changes, leaving his bag in the corner. He leaves the room as quickly as he enters, getting to the gym with nothing but a tank-top and very short shorts on. At the moment, he looked like any pedophile's wet dream...except maybe a few years too old. He sits in the corner of the large gymnasium, reading a book he had brought along as he waited for the class to start.

Walking aimlessly around the halls, and lazily walking to gym class, the canine walked into the locker room, threw his bag down, and went to his locker. He looked around as the others horsed around and laughed at one another. He rolled his eyes, changed out of his street-clothes, put on a tank top and sweatpants, and walked out of the locker room. Yawning, his face in his phone, he walked onto the bleachers and slumped down. He took a long stretch and looked over in the corner to see his silver and black friend sitting in the corner but decided not to say hello. He plugged in his iPod and blasted music as he waited for class to start.

Soon enough, the rest of the locker room filed into the gym, separating into groups of friends and whatnot. The teacher walks in a few moments later as the bell rings. The large, grey fox gets straight to the point, "Alright, give me twenty laps around the gym, if you get too tired, then sit out. You'll get a B as long as you complete ten." Sighing a bit, Luke stands, still staring into his book as he crosses to the basket ball court and beginning to slowly run around it, not really minding as he did more laps than this in his Dance classes.

Shane groaned and began running with the rest of the class. Still listening to his music he ran and checked out nearly every cute guy he ran behind. He nudged a few girls he was friends with and had fun with them. Although constantly passing Luke and never saying a word but always wondering what was going through his head. As they neared finishing their twentieth lap, Shane takes out his headphones and walks over to Luke. "Nice job, didn't think you could make it," he said in a joking tone and nudged his arm.

Without looking up from his book, he nonchalantly replies, "The dance classes I take have us do about thirty laps around a track slightly larger than this one. It builds up our wind and strengthens our breathing." Laughing he sits next to him, reaches behind him, and grabs his book. "Sooooooo whatcha' readin'?"

Sitting on the bleachers, he is surprised when his copy of Hamlet is stolen. Glaring angrily at the wolf, he resists the urge to slap the teen across his face. "Hamlet, and give it back. It's a first edition reprint that was made in the seventeen hundreds!" He growls, gently removing the old, leather bound book from Shane's hands.

Shane scoffs and apologizes, then turns to a friend sitting above him. "Chris is staring at you, I think he's jealous that your sitting with Luke," The canine angrily sighs. "Fine, he wants something to be jealous about?" He turns looks at the little canine sitting ever so intertwined in his book and focusing on nothing but the words of his old book. He puts his arm around him and without hesitation kisses the wolf on the cheek and quickly turns to see the reaction of his ex and friend alike.

Feeling a strong arm come across his shoulders, he blushes bright red as he's kissed on the cheek. Luke almost falls forward as he escapes from the person he just met this morning, "What the fuck?!" he almost screams. He forgot he was holding a practically ancient copy of Hamlet and had another freak-out as he checks the pages to make sure it wasn't damaged.

Nearly the entire class falls silent and numerous faces turn toward the pair. Shane stares at the wolf who is in complete awe and raises one eyebrow. "Dude, it was a peck on the cheek" The coach then blows his whistle, and shouts, "BREAK TIME'S OVER LADIES, everyone get off your asses and play some basketball!" Shane gets up and walks over to the courts with some of his girlfriends.

Putting a hand on Shane's shoulder, he turns him to face himself, giving him a glare. "We'll talk about this later." he says, looking very upset, he walks over to a net and simply starts shooting baskets, failing most of the time.

He looks as the boy sulks away, and he feels sad that he somehow did make him upset. But, he brushes it off as if it were nothing, and continues to play. Time goes by, and before anyone knew it, it was time to head back to the lockers. This part Shane hated more than anything. Yes, he was open about his sexuality, and everyone knew it, (and knew not to fuck with him about it). And, he did love checking out guys...just taking showers with everyone for some reason grossed him out, too impersonal too see all that fur and not even know someone, epically with his ex staring at him. He decided to stay close to Luke and try to apologize. He said goodbye to his friends and walked with the mass of canines to the locker room.

Luke walks into the locker room, ignoring the other men as they stripped, revealing themselves and just acting stupid. Some of the jocks saw necessary to rub their genitals in other's faces, making comments like 'mines bigger' and the like. The small border collie walks to the stall from before, and changes back into his normal clothes. Despite some of his fur being a tad matted with sweat, he'd never take a shower with other guys. Ever. He exists the stall and attempts to leave without touching any of the sweaty teens.

Shane sees the teen disappear as quickly as he saw him come in, and before he gets a word out he's out the door. He looks to his left and glares at his ex who is menacingly smiling at him and practically seducing him to come in the showers. Faking a throw up session, he runs away in a completely ridiculous fashion, goes to his locker, changes and quickly heads to the halls as the bell rings. The halls slowly flood with various animals, and Shane throws his hands up and puts his head against a locker. "Fuck," he says softly "Lost him..." he slams his hand on a locker and angrily walks off to his next class, not realizing the boy had been right next to the door patiently waiting for him.

Pulling the wolf into a less-populated corner, he prepares to unleash hell on him. "What the /hell/ was that? I don't know what possessed you to make you think it'd be alright to kiss me? Even if it was on the cheek." Taking a breathe, he starts another stream of words. "I don't care if you're gay, or about anyone's sexual orientation; but I'm not gay," He lies, almost obviously. "and I'd rather not have the school thinking the opposite. I was already harassed a bit before even coming in the school and I'd rather it not get worse. Do you have any idea how much people would fuck with me if they thought I was?" He finishes, looking extremely upset and angry.

He looks in his friends eyes. "Look, Luke..." He pauses, take off his messenger bag, and slumps down against a wall. "I remember when I was so scared of everyone finding out I was gay..." He laughs at himself, thinking back. "...I thought I was gonna get the shit kicked out of me, laughed at, mocked...and I did, well, not hit, but I was laughed at." He gets up and puts his hands on Luke's shoulders. "But one day, I said, I know I have people who'll protect me and keep me safe from anyone and I know I have no reason to hide who I really was," He pauses once again and looks at him more deeply. "Now you may not want everyone to believe you're gay, but even if you aren't it doesn't matter, you know why? Because no one. Gives a shit. Shane picks up his bag and kisses him on the cheek again. If you need me I'll be in room 126, and my friends are here for you too. And with that, he smiled and left the canine to his own thoughts.

Flushing once more, he almost breaks into tears. "If that was true...I wouldn't need to hide it." he whispers to himself, sliding down the wall forgetting that he had a class to get to. Whipping his face, he takes a quick look at his schedule. He had AP History, hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with anyone's shit there. Wondering the halls as quickly as possible, he arrives at the closed door just as the bell rings. Groaning to himself, he rips the door open, walking in quickly.