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This is a smut fic. Yes, lots of naughty things go on in stories like these, so unless your 18, or the equivalent age in other places, you shouldn't be here. Honestly, I don't care if you are, but I wont be held responsible for what dirty things get into your head from this if you aren't supposed to be here. Now, Everything here, except the inspiration is mine. Character's, plot, place, all made up by me. Please don't copy it, an' spread it around the net, and call it yours, and please don't try to make money off of it.... though I don't think I could, so what makes people think they can make money off of other peoples things.... eh never mind. Any ways, on with the story, and I hope you all enjoy it.

School is a rough time in any furs life. People, prejudice, fandoms, clicks, and all the things one must learn. For a few, its even harder. If your special, things tend to be a lot harder on you, especially if you can't find a click, or if your just that different. There are those that never feel like they fit in, and in all honesty, they probably don't. Jericko, is a young otter, that has been at Mereal High for four years. Finally at the end of his senior year, he will snap. This is the tale of when it happens.

The halls bustled with rushing furs as they all scurried to classes, each chatting excitedly about the coming summer. School was almost over, this being the last week, and of course the dread of finals was in full swing. However, the summer's promised kept all of its gloom well away from the students. Most furs wore thin clothing, like t-shirts, and shorts, many of the girls wearing short skirts or short shorts. As the halls thinned, one fur in dark clothes, defying the norm, wearing overly baggy black cargo pants, and a large baggy black sweat shirt dashed for a classroom. He was a short otter, his fur a sleek rustic earthy tone. He had large dark blue eyes, like a lakes surface on a stormy day. His figure was obscured by the clothing, leaving his physical condition to the imagination, except for the strong tail that slid from between his pants and sweat shirt. It swayed powerfully underneath his black back pack, which flopped with the few books left in it.

The door swung shut behind him, the class room much like the norm. One wall to the otter's right was covered by a chalk board, the thirty sum odd chairs all facing it. A row of windows lined the wall in front of the otter, seeming a good twenty feet or so away from the other wall, covered in various collages the students had made for projects over the year. The wall opposite the chalk boar was similarly covered, save for two large book cases, that had glass doors in front of them to keep the books safe from light fingered students thinking to make some quick cash, or in need of a book secretly. The otter quickly scurried to a chair near that wall, his seat up next to one of the book cases. The other furs all chattered while he pulled out a note book, and pencil, his paw going to work on the lined paper making soft lines.

His head was bowed in concentration until the sharp ring of the bell interrupted it, his eyes focusing on the teacher. She was a plump looking bear, her eyes carrying the beauty that she had most likely in past years. She wore a loose dress, which hugged her upper body, though flowed loosely the lower it got. Her deep amber eyes looked at the world through thick rimmed spring green classes, their circular lenses giving her an almost owlish appearance. In her paws she held a thick sheaf of papers. When the bell subsided, she cleared her throat curtly for attention before beaming at the class.

"Well, its been a long year hasn't it?" She asked cheerfully, her voice a deep mellow reminiscent of thick honey. The class gave back a mottled chorus of answers, some affirming a positive year, others griping about it.

"I'm glad to hear that you've all been enjoying yourself. So, now I'm going to of course pop that bubble. This," she says as she taps the papers on a desk in front of her, "is your final exam. It is three-hundred questions. Each is worth one point, and a total of fifteen percent of your final grade. I hope you enjoy them, and studied hard to get the grade you want or need."

During all of that the Jericko had put his head back down, and begun to sketch away again, the lines slowly taking shape. However, the over all image was still impossible to understand yet, and so he worked carefully, molding it to his will. The teacher in the mean time, had begun to hand out the tests, each with a piece of scratch paper, and a scan tron to fill in the answers. When she reached him, she leaned down whispering to him, "Jeriko, please put away your things, its time for the final exam."

Jeriko jumped a bit in his seat, banging his knee on the desk in front of him. He hissed in pain, and many students looked back and giggled at his misfortune, before the teachers gaze sent them back to their work. Jeriko quickly shoved his note book back into his bag before going at the test. He sighed inwardly over the test. He had liked this class, and found the material easy to understand and pick up. However, he had enjoyed the class for another reason. A few seats in front of him, and to his right sat a petite little bunny girl. She was a soft white, one ear flopped over in her concentration as she scribbled away at her own test.

His eyes kept darting up in between questions to scan over her slim form. She was dressed in a light pink short skirt, and light blue top. A little pink bow was in her soft blond hair between her ears. Her hair was slightly curled at the ends, which made her waist all the more eye catching. Her cute puff of a tail twitched over the top of her skirt, the barest hint of spring green panties teasing Jeriko's imagination. He locked his ankles under his desk, as he scribbled away at the test. His head kept nodding up and down, looking at the rabbit, and then the test. It was almost like he was falling asleep.

As the test droned on, Jeriko's mind began to wander. The questions popped in and out of his head, the answer quickly scribbled in its place. The rest of his thought was quickly consumed. The bell rang, symbolizing the end of the final. The students rushed to hand in their tests, and to the freedom of the afternoon. He strode to the teacher's desk, dropping his test on the stack, just as Claire dropped her test as well. She looked into his deep blue eyes and giggled happily, her slim hand snagging his in the rush of furs leaving. He blushed under his fur, and squeezed her hand and followed her back to her desk as she grabbed her back pack. His tail scooped his up from his seat, only having to take a few steps to manage it. He smiled at her, adoring the way her hips swung in her walk, and how perfectly soft her fur was. She must condition it, he decided. However, his mind snapped back to reality as another question popped into his head, and his teacher's voice startled him into awareness.

"Jeriko, are you falling asleep, or are you listening to heavy metal?" She asked, a raising an eye showing her playful though inquisitive query. Jeriko grinned and shook his head. "I was rocking out to your test Ms. K," he responded, his tail belying his nervousness at speaking in front of so many stares.

Ms. K smiled at that, and nodded. "Just making sure. Appearances can be deceiving. And I thought you liked my class and all," she said good naturedly, before going back to her own occupations at the desk. Several of the students snickered before going back to work. Jeriko smiled inwardly as he quietly let out the breath he'd been holding and went back to work. However, before reading the next question, his eyes fell back to Claire, a blush rushing to his face as their eyes locked for the barest moment. He ducked down a moment later, quickly scribbling again at his paper, but her giggle didn't evade him. Inwardly he cursed at himself. He felt so foolish for daring to look at her, for looking away so quickly and making it so obvious. He couldn't help looking up again though, his eyes tracing her back, just as his paws desperately wanted to.

So the class rolled on like this, the time ticking away. Jeriko finished his test quickly, turning in the paper's a full hour before the final bell was even going to ring. Only a few of the other furs had done the same, so the room was still quiet. To pass the time he pulled out his note book, returning to the drawing of earlier. His lines made the soft scratching of pencils in the room a bit louder, though nothing terribly disturbing. Though the image would have turned heads, if he hadn't been leaning over it so much. It was a picture of Claire, one hand on her hips the other pointing at who ever was looking. Her lips were pursed and the hearts floating away from her head gave the impression that she had just blown a kiss. His pencil soared across the paper, giving it more and more detail as he shaded and adjusted her curves and features. He scribbled away at that drawing the rest of the period, until it was perfect.

When the bell finally rang, Jeriko hastily stuffed the note book into his bag. He looked around at the other furs as they shuffled out of class, his eyes lingering on Claire as she walked from class. He hurried to get out, and watch her down the hall, and hassled a few of the desks to make it closer to the door. His trick worked too, as he slid by a few other students getting out the door, only to find himself right next to Claire. Her bright green eyes laughed at him, as she stared him straight in the eyes. It was for only a moment before she darted by, smiling and turning to start chatting with her friends, but it was enough to make a small shift in his pants the only sign of his hard length. He turned so he could follow her movement, before his eyes widened at the shocked look that was directed at him. He quickly turned and started down the hall, his paws on his back pack straps.

Before he was even half way down the hall from the class room, a paw grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. His eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately crouched, expecting a punch. Instead, his head came level with the unmistakable cleavage of Claire, and he hastily shot back up, a thick blush under his fur. Her eyes were now daggers to his heart, as she frowned up at him. "We need to talk," she said coldly, her voice almost lilting though definatly melodic. Jeriko blinked in surprise and nodded, before Claire grabbed his sweat shirt collar and dragged him down the hall. She pulled open a class room door, and shoved Jeriko towards a chair before turning around and locking the door. Before Jeriko could even ask what was wrong she whirled on him, a furious look on her face. "I hear your drawing nude pictures of me!" she snarls, her eyes narrowing in anger.

Jeriko just blinked in stunned silence. He could only stare as Claire became more and more furious, before he finally snapped into the situation. "B-b-but I'm not!" he protested, waving his arms in front of him to try and emphasize his point. But Claire would have been foaming at the mouth if she had been a dog by that point, and only glared at him. "Prove it, show me what you've been drawing!" She demanded, her hand held out expectantly. Jeriko blinked several more times before he jumped into action from Claire's deepening scowl. In his haste of course he hopped out of the chair, bumping into her, and then accidentally shoving her as he drew his back pack in front of him. By that time she was staring daggers and he was flustered as a fish out of water. He hastily pulled his note book out and showed her the picture. She took it into each hand, and then her face seemed to still.

Jeriko began to fidget during that time, his paws shifting slightly in his nervousness. He dry washed his paws, until she finally looked up. He jumped slightly and then let out a nervous chuckle, before gasping in horror as she ripped the page out, and then tore it into pieces. Jeriko dropped to his knees, collecting the pieces into his paw, before Claire tsked. "I don't ever want to find out you've been drawing me again, do you understand. And if YOU do have nude pictures of me, I"m going to call the cops on you furvert. Do I make myself clear?" She warned him coldly, her hand on her hip, just like in his picture. Jeriko nodded solemnly at the ground, and his ruined picture. He didn't take his eyes from the picture, until he heard the door slam shut. He scooped up the pieces, most of them crumpled ruins. However, there was one piece that held her face and a bit of her arm, still giving the impression that she was blowing a kiss. "She just doesn't understand, she just doesn't know me," he whispered to himself, as his tears ran through his fur.

Jeriko shook his head, and wiped away the offending liquid, before getting up and tucking the scrap of paper in his back pack along with the note book. He scooped up the rest and tossed it before heading home. It wasn't too long of a walk to his place, only a few blocks from Mereal High, and so he of course walked to school too. As the cars rushed by him on the street, he thought of no longer drawing Claire, no longer being able to look at her in his drawings. He grimaced to himself, pulling his hoodie up over his head to hide the fact that tears were welling on the edges of his eyes.

He pulled out the key to the apartment that his parents shared, and pressed it into the lock. The smooth click of metal sounded as he pushed the door in, before smiling into the quiet. It meant that his parents weren't home, and that was always good. He kicked his sandals into the shoe bin by the door, and tromped up the stairs, heading for the sanctity of his room. It was a small room, maybe ten feet by five feet. He had a simple double bed, with a little desk for his computer. His dresser was opposite his bed, and one drawer was open with a shirt hanging out from earlier that morning. He closed the door revealing a rack for jackets and the like. He dropped his pack by the dresser, squatting down to pull out the piece of what was left of that days art.

There were drawers under his bed, and he reached over to pull one out, dropping the scrap of paper on top of another pile of photos, drawings, and little nick nacks. It fell on a picture of Claire and her friends walking down a tree lined path to the foot ball field, next to a drawing of Claire smiling up into a cloudy day. There was a little hair tie in there, a soft pink, and a little black diary. The diary had a little golden lock, that held it shut. Jeriko pulled out the book and shut the drawer, sliding into the little wooden chair that sat in front of the desk. He frowned as he realized he didn't have anything to write with, and leaned the chair back to reach into his pack pulling out the pencil. He clicked the lock open, and flipped through several pages, at least half the books worth, before finding a blank page.

Jeriko began scribbling into the diary, dating the page at the top right hand corner.

"Dear Diary,

Today was the beginning of finals week at school. Summer is almost here. Claire actually talked to me after class today. I guess some one thinks that I'm a furvert, and caught me looking at her, and drawing her in my note book. They told her I was drawing nude shots of her. She took me to a class room that was empty and ripped up my drawing of her today. All I had left was the part of her blowing a kiss. I felt so bad that she thought I was drawing porn of her. I hope she doesn't really think that I'm a furvert, I don't think that I could stand it. I just want to find some how to tell her I love her. I think she's the best. Such beautiful hair, shapely figure, and that giggle. I guess that wont be happening though, with the coming summer and all. No, I've got to tell her before the summer comes, then maybe I could actually see her. No, she'd just laugh at me, there's no way she would accept me, not after today. Well, I should at least call her, and tell her I'm sorry about the drawing. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I just love her so much and want to try to capture perfection in my work. Yeah, I think I'll call her, try to make up for what I did.....

Signed,

Jeriko"

After finishing he dropped the pencil to the desk, which rolled quickly to the floor before shoving the chair back and dumping the journal in the drawer. He shut it with his foot before heading down stairs to retrieve the portable phone that was in the living room. He thumped down the stairs, and grabbed the receiver, just as the door opened. His Mother bussled in, her arms laden with bags of groceries. "Good your home," She said, seeing her son. "You can help me bring in the groceries."

Jeriko sighed and nodded, dropping the phone back in the holder and going out to the car. The trunk was full of food, and he grabbed as many bags as he could hold before venturing back to the house. This time as he entered it seemed to hold an oppressive gloom, like a great storm or weight had just descended. He dropped all the bags into the kitchen, shoving them onto the counter as best he could. After several minutes of the same trips he finally managed to get the phone and head up to his room. He shut the door, not meaning to make it loud, though it thumped any way, and was quickly followed by his Mother's scolding. He narrowed his eyes in frustration and shook his head trying to shake off the feeling that he was in prison.

This time Jeriko flopped down onto the bed, his clothes rustling around him in as they trail him. He reaches over the side of the bed and opens up the drawer with all of Claire's pictures. He rummages around for a minute before pulling out a folded note with a number on it. He turns on the phone and punches in the number, letting the note float back into the drawer before closing it softly with his tail. The ringing on the other end added to his anticipation, the nervousness of actually calling the girl of his dreams biting into his resolve. After the fifth ring he was ready to hang up, until the sweet voice of Claire picked up with a cheerful, "Hello?"

"Ummm, Uh, Hi Claire," Jeriko stammered out, almost instantly getting the feeling that he was unwanted. "What do YOU want?" Claire asked hotly, clearly not happy about this call. "Ummm, I uhh, I just wanted to say I'm, uhhh," Jeriko stuttered, trying to convey his feelings to the woman he loved, trying to make up for what had happened earlier. "If your trying to apologize dweeb, you should do it in person!" Claire sneered over the phone, feelings of disgust roiling over the line. "And don't waste my minutes like this if your just going to sit there and stammer, geez," she chastised, the longing otter.

With that Jeriko heard the finalizing click as the line went dead in his paw. He looked at the receiver in mild shock that she had hung up on him. She sounded as if she loathed him, thought him the scum of the earth. What could he do to make it up to her. He never drew pictures of her nude at school. It was too easy to get caught there. And all he wanted was to put perfection into his work. Then he remembered what she told him. "If you want to apologize, you should do it in person." Well that was exactly what he was going to do. He would get her a gift to show her how much he loved her, and he would bring it over personally to apologize. Maybe then he could finally tell her that he loved her.

So Jeriko got up and went down stairs slapping the receiver back in the dock harshly, before walking out the door. He spent the rest of the afternoon down at the mall, hunting for the perfect gift to give to Claire. He went to every major clothing store, and every jewelry store, but still couldn't find the right gift. Just as seven was rolling around, Jeriko was becoming more and more frustrated. He couldn't figure out what to get the perfect girl. Chocolate didn't seem like it would be enough, and flowers wouldn't compair to her beauty. He thought getting her jeans or skirts would be too pretentious, and didn't know if a jacket would be right. Jewelry was too expensive, and he knew that she had quite a collection already.

Finally when Jeriko was just about to give up he found it. The perfect gift, for her. It was an elegant necklace, that was a simple silver chain that spidered out into an elegant geometric design full of tiny emeralds. It was a fair sum, but he knew that she didn't have any thing like it, and he could just barely pay for it. He emptied his pockets, and his bank account getting it. He made sure that it was specially wrapped in gold paper, with a silver bow, and a little card. After tucking it safly into his sweater pocket he headed back home. He stopped inside just long enough to grab the car keys and head out to Claire's place.

Claire's place was a two story house on the other side of town. She lived with her parents, who worked late most nights. They were both on call twenty-four/seven, and where known to leave Claire by herself a lot. This had of course inspired several large parties over at Claire's. The lawn was always well manacured, and you almost never heard anything from the house. Her friends were almost always over, to keep her company and just hang out. Jeriko swallowed as he parked out side, killing the engine of the car. He patted the boxed jewelry in his sweater for good luck and got out, heading for the front door.

He hesitated after lifting his paw to knock on the door. What if she didn't like his gift, what if she didn't want to see him? As these doubts paralyzed the young fur, the door opened to the stern look of Claire herself. Jeriko eeped and jumped back in startlement, before he realized that she had asked him something, and was tapping her foot. "Oh, umm, uhh, I ummm, came over to uhhhh, a-apologize," he stammered at her, rubbing the back of his head nervously. She merely rolled her eyes and said, "Then get on with it."

Jeriko was caught off guard with the blunt way that Claire had gone about their meeting. He hastily pulled out her gift, in its delicate little box. He pushed it toward her, his head bowed. "I'm-I'm sorry," he muttered, his eyes closed in anticipation. He felt the box snatched from his paw, and squeezed open an eye to look. Claire had ripped off the bow, and popped the top, looking at his gift. She dipped one paw in, pulling the necklace out by the chain. It dangled in front of her face for a moment before she looked into Jeriko's eye, captivating him. "There, you've made your attempt, now get out of here," she muttered, dropping the necklace back into the box with out another look.

Before Jeriko even realized what had happened, the door had shut in his face, and the wind had swirled his clothes around him in silence. He could feel the tears from inside begging to be let out. They squeezed at the sides of his eyes before he blinked them back into the darkness. He blinked away the searing pain of rejection that seemed to have struck his chest like a bullet. He knew that if he let those tears go, it would be like bleeding to death from that pain. Jeriko turned from the door, padding slowly back to his car. It seemed like an eternity to get home, but seconds to get to his room and close the door. The night continued by in a rush, drowning in the relief of heavy metal and the silence of a broken heart. .