Chapter 4 (Des-Berfo High): In His Eyes
Devon scrambled out the door while the other furs were still dressing. He hurried down the hallway into the boys' bathroom and took a second to compose himself. He pressed two fingers tight to his jugular, steadying his paw to check his pulse. Sectionals always got his heart racing. Devon walked casually over one of the mirrors hanging near the sinks. His head fur was a bit messed up, and his musk would have made it obvious to anyone that he had been sweating. Devon reached into his bag, which he had brought with him, and fished out his comb and deodorant. He ran the comb through his fur quickly and deftly, then sprayed a little deodorant on himself, as far as anyone else was concerned he may have just stepped out of his fur dryers back home.
(But that sheppie knows better...) Devon thought as he hurried out the door. There was something about new members that excited him, to the very core of his being. As the late bell rang, and Devon narrowly dodged a head on collision with another racing fur, he couldn't help but think of that new sheppie.
(Donnie, I think he said his name was...) Devon remembered, trying to keep the name with the face...and the body.
Devon's mind was like a sieve for immediate information, new knowledge just seemed to slip through, but once he committed something to memory it was there to stay. Truthfully, Devon only knew a handful of people at Des-Berfo but those people he did know, he knew everything there was to know about them. But this new sheppie, he knew nothing about him, hadn't even known of him till sectionals. And that bothered him.
As Devon sat in class his mind was oft to wander back to that sheppie. He wondered why he hadn't heard of him, seen him, not even in band. Eventually, his mind wandered onto the cause...Derrick, it had to be Derrick. Devon's jaw tightened involuntarily as he thought of the dobie. Once upon a time, they had been friends, but that was long ago. He wasn't exactly sure what caused Derrick to loathe him now, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his "unique" sectionals.
(Maybe that's just what I get for crossing that other dobie...Kenny, maybe.) Kenny, had been in one of Devon's final and most...entertaining sectionals freshman year. Kenny wasn't even in high school then, and had apparently told Derrick of what had happened. Since that day, Devon hadn't bothered with non-high school students, they were too risky. Instead he eternally reaped the benefits of his charm, wit and good looks, not to mention his exceptional accuracy in determining another fur's sexuality. He had had so many mates... The bell rang, throwing off Devon's concentration.
As Devon left the History classroom, three other furs stuffed notes in his pockets. Today would be interesting, that was for sure.
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Donnie stumbled in the dark blindly. Somehow Devon was already dressed and gone, he was obviously very practiced. The wolf and fox had both gone too, and the late bell had rung already. Now Donnie was trying to dress in the dark with Frisk. He was in no hurry now, there was no reason to be, he was already late. Donnie stopped pulling his pants up halfway up his thigh, and turned to face Frisk, the other sheppie.
"Say, I was wondering..." Donnie started, Frisk turned to face him. Donnie blushed, the question he was about to ask was a little awkward, even considering the circumstances. "...uh, well was this...I mean, how many other times have you been in Devon's sectionals?" Donnie blurted. Frisk's cheeks turned pink slightly.
"I've been in here only once before. Last time there were twelve of us total, so I only had to give Devon a blo..." Frisk stopped mid sentence, shy again. Donnie didn't blame him, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to talk about this again. But he figured he might as well make conversation.
"This was my first time in his sectionals, and the only thing I'd ever done before was kiss another fur but...well this is much different I suppose." Donnie stumbled over his words, Frisk's eyes were wide with surprise.
"You mean this was your first time doing anything?" Frisk asked, his eyes fixed on Donnie, studying him.
"Yeah, well why, does that surprise you?" Donnie asked, starting to pull up his pants again. Frisk blushed heavily this time.
"Well, uh... I just figured someone like...well you, would be..." Frisk had become completely shy suddenly.
"Huh? What do you mean someone like me?" Donnie asked, buttoning his pants and grabbing his t-shirt.
"Well uh, I mean...you're..." Frisk looked away from Donnie, his face burning. "You're hot." Was all the Frisk could manage. Donnie laughed slightly. Frisk turned to him quickly. "No really, you're one of the hottest furs I've seen in a while, not to mention you're gay and now that you've been in Devon's sectional I'm sure we'll see a lot more of each other and..." Frisk stopped because he realized he was babbling.
"Well, if you say so. But I'm not going to be in Devon's sectional anymore, the only reason I am at all today is because of the Theatre field trip." Donnie pulled a compact mirror from his pants pocket and grabbed a comb from one of the shelves nearby.
"You really don't think you're hot?" Frisk asked, standing as Donnie turned his back to him. Frisk laid his paws on Donnie's shoulders. "You've got some muscles, but you're not too bulgy like that wolf. And you're kind of tall, not towering but still above average. Face it, you're tall and lean and hot. Not to mention what you've got between your legs..." Donnie swung around on Frisk, and Frisk turned away, blushing immediately. Donnie turned back around, also blushing.
"Um, I better not be too late to Lunch." Donnie mumbled as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door. Donnie's paw was wrapped around the handle when Frisk yelled across the room.
"Wait!" Donnie turned around, and Frisk ran up to him. Frisk pressed his muzzle against Donnie's and grabbed the back of his neck. Donnie dropped his bag with a dull thud. After what seemed like an eternity, Frisk pulled off and pulled his paw away, then glanced down at Donnie's crotch.
"What was that for?" Donnie asked, bewildered. Frisk turned and started walking back to what remained of the clothes he was not wearing.
"Oh, just making sure you were a tail raiser." Frisk replied serenely. Donnie just stood there with his paw on the door. Then walked silently up on Frisk, and tapped him on the shoulder. Frisk turned around, and Donnie pressed his muzzle against his this time. After a short while he released him.
"And what was that for?" Frisk asked.
"I figured, otherwise I'd never get your number." Donnie replied coolly. Frisk laughed and scribbled his cell number onto a scrap of paper and handed it to him.
"Don't have too much fun new guy." Frisk called as Donnie finally walked into the cool air of the hallway. They both spent the rest of the day with grins on their faces.
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Devon, however, spent the rest of the day lost in his thoughts. He was fine at school, thinking about sectionals through and through. When he got back to his apartment though, now that was a different story.
Devon had lived alone since his last birthday, he had emancipated himself claiming his parents to be unfit guardians. Since that day, he had been living in an apartment across town, trying to keep away from his past. But today, today of all days, it caught up with him at last.
As he walked in the door, the answering machine was blinking the number one, meaning he had a new message. Devon slowly sauntered over, practically floating in his good mood from school, and, dropping his bag gently to the floor, pressed the 'play all messages' button.
"Devon." A low, slowly dragging voice filled the room, drowning out Devon's thoughts and good mood. "Never thought you'd hear this old voice again did ya? To tell the truth, I never planned on finding ya neither. But here I am, leaving a message on your machine." Devon fell to the ground, his mouth and eyes wide in awe.
"Devon, I heard what happened 'tween you and Marv. I'm sorry. I ain't never thought he'd go that far. But I 'spose this ain't nothing but old news to ya. Nothing could hold ya back, I bet yer probably top o' ya class er somethin'. I just wanted to let ya hear my condolences, though they probably mean nothing to ya. Well, I 'spose that's all I needed, just know I didn't never tell him to do what 'e did." The message ended there.
It was a couple of minutes before Devon could stand, his muzzle still hidden deep in his paws. What few tears did escape him rolled slowly down his muzzle, eventually dripping solemnly off of his chin. He didn't eat supper, or touch his homework, he didn't even fish the multiple notes from his pockets. All he did was crawl into bed, and unplug his alarm.