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The morning greeted me with the sound of my phone alarm buzzing. The little device was ringing away, yelling at me that it's time to get ready for school. I opened my eyes to the cute face of my mate laying under me. I rolled off his chest wiping the sleep from my eyes. I picked up the phone looking into its blinding screen, and hit the little red button labeled "dismiss".

I looked at my mate, laying asleep on the bed. He was snoring softly like he did four days ago, when we were in the hotel. I tossed my phone at him, and his him square in the stomach. I watched him wake up with a snort. He sat up rubbing his eyes. He took a big yawn, letting be see his big sharp teeth.

"Well good morning." He said, with a rub of his furry belly.

"You better get up, or we'll be late for school." I told him, "And we should probably get showers before we go too. Unless you want to go to school smelling like gay sex and lion musk."

He stretched his arms above his head. He gave off a satisfied groan and a popping noise from his shoulders.

"I guess if I have to." He said, "Where do you guys keep the towels?"

"In the closet in the bathroom, can't miss it."

We both slid back into our underwear and walked out into the hall. I went into my room, as he walked down the hall to the bathroom. I opened my dresser drawer and took out my clothes for the day. I was going over the last few days in my mind when I remembered a certain invitation that my ti-ti-liger mate failed to accept.

I guess I'll just need to go and... rectify that situation for him as a gesture of... good will. I held my clothes in my arm, as I walked down the hall. I could see that the bathroom door was slightly open. I watched the steam filter out into the hallway in cloudy white puffs. They almost look like little rabbit tails.

I pressed my paws against the door, and then I slowly pushed open the door. Trying very carefully to not make any loud noises. By feline standards, of course. Which made it all that much harder given our acute hearing abilities. I quickly slid back out of my underwear and carefully opened the frosted glass shower door.

I peered in, and took a good look at my feline's furry back and agile tail. His tail looks so much smaller when it's wet. Also it dint have that same light and springy sway to it, either. I wonder if my own tail is the same way. I've never really taken the time to notice my own tail in the shower, other than lathering it with shampoo. Which happens so often that it's just one of those things you just forget about in five minutes.

"Hey!" I yelled, "Mind if I join you?"

I watched him about a mile when he heard me. He made a complete three sixty before hitting me over the head with a bottle of shampoo. I held up my arms in an attempt to block his self-defense bottle lashing.

"Brandon!" he yelled back, still wielding his bottle, "What the hell I wrong with you?!"

I climbed into the shower behind him and placed my paws on his hips. The water running over my fur tickled as it rolled off my cheeks. I spoke in a soft voice to him trying to make it up to him.

"I thought you may want some company." I said, "I know how lonely showers can get sometimes."

"Don't think that voice is going to make it up to me." He said, turning away from me.

Damn! How the hell could he already tell when I was trying to act cute?

"What do you want me to leave?" I asked, placing my paw on his shoulder.

"I didn't say that..." he whispered.

I felt a moist paw grab at my tail. He pressed his wet body close to mine.

"Well then," I began, "I guess you should just..."

"Yes..." he said.

"Pass the shampoo." I said, deadpan, "I need to wash my fur."

"Oh! I hate you Brandon Tibble Carrie!" he yelled at me sarcastically and began hitting me with the bottle again, "You never do anything romantic anymore do you?"

"So last night wasn't romantic?" I joked in return.

"No!" He yelled, "And you have one strange sense of romance, if you think it was! Romance isn't banging your boyfriend, Brandon. Even if he likes it"

"Oh?" I asked, "Then what is it exactly?"

I once again placed my paws on his hips. He crossed his arms. He was still holding the bottle of shampoo in his paw. Almost menacingly, as if he was asking me to say something sarcastic again.

"Romance is having spontaneous moments, where we show people just how much we love each other." He said.

"I'm pretty sure everyone in earshot heard 'just how much we love each other.' Last night." I said.

He gave me a look like 'seriously! But keep doing it because I kinda like it.'

"Normally a romantic situation involves dinner or lunch," he said, "with or without dimmed lighting, pleasant smells, and kissing."

I stared into his eyes giving him my signature smirk, and leaned down to kiss him.

"Is that better?" I asked when our lips parted.

"Not quite but, now you're on the right track, at least."

"I'll buy you lunch later and have Derik throw his math book at the cafeteria lights later. As for the 'pleasant smells'... just hand over the shampoo and we'll be golden." I said.

"Like your fur?" he raised his brow.

"Like my fur." I said, putting my hands once again on his hips.

He handed me the bottle and I began to lather it onto my fur, paying close attention to my sheath and balls making sure to wash out any trace of what we did last night. Despite how much he'd probably like it, I'm not in the habit of going to school smelling like hot-and-wild sex. Even though last night probably didn't count as either.

We finished with our shower, and I pulled two towels from the closet and handed one to him. I focused on drying myself with the other.

"Brandon, what do you want me to say in school today?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well I'm assuming that Amy was the only one you told." He said.

"Didn't we already decide this Saturday morning?" I asked, "I'll tell my friends you tell yours and its business as usual for everything else. We'll sit next to each other in class and during lunch." I pulled him close to me and whispered to him with my seductive smirk, "Just don't get too... pawsy. Leave that to me. Okay?"

*

The rest of our morning was pretty uneventful, we walked to school together, at least. Unfortunately we didn't have any classes together until third period. That gave me the perfect opportunity to break the news to a couple of my closer friends, before gym.

First period passed slowly, with Amy acting like I didn't exist and sitting as far away from me as she possibly can. Seriously though, she's acting like a child about this situation. I mean, if she really had these feelings for me, then why did she dump me in eighth grade, it's not like she's told me anything since then! Other than that, first period was rather uneventful.

I made my way to my next class, not really paying much attention. My next class was gym, I have a few good friends in gym, mostly other football players like Luke. He was one of my closest friends in school, I tell him just about everything. I decide he would be the first of my friends I would tell.

After we finished changing in the locker room, I decided that this was a good a place as any to tell him. I pulled him aside by the shoulder. Luke was a wolf of comparable height to mine, he's rather shaggy compared to Amy though and had brilliant amber colored eyes. I'd be lying if I say I haven't snuck a few peaks at him when we are in the showers.

"Luke I need to tell you something." I told him.

He gave me a look like 'what is it this time'.

"Okay." He said

"Luke I'm..." I started.

"You're gay."

"I'm gay?" I asked not really thinking about how I was saying it, "Wait a minute! How the fuck could you possibly know that?!"

"Well, it's about time you told me! I saw you running after that one guy... Simons is it?

"Okay, you can remember every single one of our game plans, but you can't remember something as simple as a name?" I asked, "I mean seriously, he only sat next to you for an entire semester, in chemistry last year. Ring a bell?" He rolled his eyes and tilted his head before finally shaking no. Thinking for a moment. I grew more agitated towards him by the moment, "It's Samson, Luke! Anyway how the hell does that make me gay?"

He smiled devilishly at me, "I saw you two kissing under the trees, by that abandoned convenience store and... well..."

His sentence was cut short, by my out spread paw wiping across his face, "YOU FUCKING FOLLOWED ME! You perv! What the hell is wrong with you!" I slammed my head down onto the locker door making a hollow bang that seemed to reverberate through the school.

"Take it easy Brandon." He said, "You don't want the entire team to hear us do you?"

I was furious with him, "Maybe I do! Maybe I just came to you first! Thinking you'd show the least bit of support for me!"

"Like I really care if you're gay? Makes no difference to me... But a note for next time. Unless you want everyone in the county to know you're a fag, be a little bit more discreet, next time you two run off together."

I looked at him, disgusted at what he just called me and what he was suggesting.

"How much did you fucking see?!" I said.

He grinned at me, "And that confirms it good ole' Brandy's lost his V to the school's... well you know what."

"What the FUCK is WRONG with you!" I screamed, "Don't you dare say anything like that about Samson!"

"Always saving the most important for last, don'tcha?" He said.

What was he? Some sort of fucking mind reader or something? 'Cause there is no possible way he could've known about that conversation I had with myself.

"Like you haven't been acting the slightest bit strange recently?" he continued, "Wolves pick up on these things ya know. The glances you steal in the showers. Just be glad no one else caught you... or at least no one else who wants to mess with you, and doesn't realize when something is out of bounds."

"You are one messed up basterd aren't you?" I accused him.

"Why, yes I am." He agreed, "Anyway a little birdie told me, that Amy was rather pissed today. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now. Would you?

I sat down next to him and just stared off into the lockers in front of us, sounding, and looking, completely defeated.

"Who told you that?" I asked, wondering who, exactly is gossiping about my personal life.

"Bird Johnson." He said.

"Luke," I said, "never, ever, believe anything you hear, from Bird Johnson. What kind of name is bird anyway?"

"The kind you get when you're an Eagle and your parents are about as creative as a rubber tire. But, anyway you're avoiding the question."

"Rebecca Johnson... she has a normal name, she's his older sister isn't she?" I stalled.

"Brandon!" he said firmly.

"Fine. Fine!" I said, "It's a complete lie. In fact Amy and I walked home yesterday and spent some time together with Samson and my sister."

Yes, yes, I know, I'm the one who's really lying. But I still want to keep some secrets. How Bird found out... who the hell knows?

"Well I can't wait to see the both of you in history next period." He stood up hitting me on the back as he walked out snickering to himself.

Gym class, otherwise, was almost as monotonous as first period. I could feel my anticipation for third period growing, by the second. I would finally be able to see my mate. When the bell finally rang I jumped up as fast as I could, running down to the locker room and changing as fast as I could trying not to raise any eyebrows in the room. As I walked out of the gym, my PE teacher stopped me in my tracks, she was a very intimidating woman, a fox who was actually only five years older than I am.

She even used to be a student here. It is strange having a teacher who is practically the same age as you are. But I guess that's what makes her so relatable. I doubt anyone would actually listen to her healthy living lectures if she were an old guy bear or something.

"Are you feeling alright today?" she asked me, "You seemed a little out of it."

I could see a sense of concern in her eyes, about me. I gave her a broad half there smile.

"I couldn't feel better!" I replied.

"Well you better keep feeling that way. We need you to lead us to regionals." She gave me a pat on the back as I walked past her and onward, to History with Mrs. Yates.

I walked into the door and scanned the room for my mate. I finally spotted him in the second row of tables. I took my seat right next to him and we exchanged glances, as I took my books out of my bag and placed them on the desk. I decided to give him a little attention, by taping him on the back with my tail. He returned the gesture and then went back to his work. I guess it is difficult to really do much of anything when you're sitting at different desks. It would be better in chemistry, where we have two person lab desks and I can give him more attention. Although Chemistry was after lunch so that is where I'll make my move.

My thoughts about lunch, made the rest of third period and fourth pass quite quickly. I was ready to show everyone at lunch that I loved him. To at least try and send a message. This is one strange school though. I half expect to either be pelted with milk cartons in an unrelated joke, or have a car drive through the cafeteria... again.

Maybe the Concert Choir will be at lunch and just start singing Hallelujah. They like do things like that. The Concert Choir is our schools a cappella group. They're the best of the best as far as singers go in the school. They sing at football games, local sports events, weddings, birth announcements. However they weren't really supposed to sing 'Anything Goes' when Isabella got pregnant again. But anyway, they make the school a lot of money and like to do crazy shit like that, so I wouldn't be surprised.

I doubt anyone will really care though. And that's for better and worse really. Most of them will probably just ignore us and n or two hopeful girls and ex-girlfriends will probably just breakdown in tears.

When lunch finally came around, I tracked down my mate and whispered my plan into his ear. I grabbed his arm and escorted him to the center of the room.

"I LOVE YOU SAMSON TEMMEK!" I kissed him right there, to prove my point to everyone. The room was dead silent for the better part of a minute until I heard a familiar sound.

"What!" a very enraged Rottweiler was forcing her way through the crowd toward us, "You left me for him!"

She seemed oddly sedate, compared to what I expected from Tutu. I also heard the sound of one of the cafeteria doors being violently pushed open, I glanced over to see Amy walking out and running down the hallway. I didn't have time to even think about chasing her, I currently had bigger problems. The room was still mostly silent, except for a few murmurs arising from the crowd.

"Tutu I broke up with you for several reasons this only being one of them." I tried to speak as calmly as possible to hopefully avoid incurring more of her wrath.

"And how is _he_better than me?" Samson looked completely disgusted at her. He pushed me back getting into her face.

"Well for starters I don't drag him down the hallway by his mane." He said.

I could hear the spite in my mate's voice as he confronted the beast.

"And who are you to judge my relationships?" she asked him.

The room was still silent in anticipation of what was about to happen. I decided to intervene. Before either of them did anything we'd regret.

"Look Tutu it's over between us." I said, and gently caressed my enraged mate's chest, "You might as well move on." She went to slap me but I caught her by the wrist, "I'm not coming back to you." She had tears of anger in her eyes as she yelled at me.

"You bastard!" She yelled, and ran out of the room crying slamming the door behind her.

Samson of course added his two cents on the subject, which elicited a small laugh from the rest of the room, myself included, "Good riddance, Bitch."

Most of the room went back to their regular lunch time activities with a few still focused on us.

"Are you two going to stand there all day?" I looked behind me to see my gym teacher looking at us with a happy grin on her face.

"Sorry we'll go back to our seats" he said.

I looked over, to see a few of my friends sitting in the corner table with Aaron from the wrestling team. I decided to walk over to them. My friend, Daimon, was already eyeing me up with an intrigued look. Probably trying to see if just making it up as some kind of stunt.

"So is it really true, or were you just trying to get Tutu off your back." Daimon asked me. He had his horns cocked at a peculiar angle.

"It's completely true, Daimon." I said, "Were you looking away when I kissed him?"

"Hey. You could've faked that too..." He cried.

"Now I know your just messing with me." I said.

"Yep. Luke told us everything. So which one of you is... top cat?" I gave him my most sarcastic laugh and response.

"What kind of cat do you think I am?" I asked.

"Well it sure is nice to meet you Samson." He said, almost too cordially.

He extended his paw across the table and grasped Samson's paw.

"Nice to meet you too." My mate said.

*

The rest of the week went by quickly, with both Amy and Tutu keeping their distance, looks like I'm two-for-two as far as that goes. There were only a few incidents, mostly isolated and most only coming from ex-girlfriends, strangely enough. I didn't let it get to me though. I just couldn't wait until Friday night. Earlier in the week Samson and I decided to restrict sex to the weekends, so it doesn't interfere with our school work. That, however, didn't mean we couldn't cuddle or do other things on week days.

We were in my room, kissing.

"So what do you want to do, tonight?" I asked him.

"Oh, I think you know." I showed him my teeth as I leaned down to kiss his neck.

We started getting into it when I heard a painful gasp come from my mate's muzzle.

"Ow! Stop for a minute" he paused breathing heavily, "Ow!" I was extremely worried about what was wrong with my mate.

"What is it?" I jumped off of him being careful not to move him.

"It's my back. There's a sharp pain in my lower back." He was still breathing quite heavily and unevenly, "It hurts!"

I was panicking at this point unsure about what to do, "I'll go get my mom. Wait here."

"It's not like I'm going anywhere."