Date: Wed, 23 Feb 2005 17:52:19 -0500 (EST)
From: mori jane <morijane3004@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Flames to Ice Chapter 1 (Revised)

Readers: I assume you know the drill, but if you don't, if it's illegal to
read this, then please don't. While both of my main characters are in
highschool, they are 18. This story belongs to me, as I'm the one who wrote
it. This is also my first story, so I hope you enjoy it and I would greatly
appreciate any feedback. I posted this chapter a day ago, but I didn't
realise until today that it was the unrevised version. If you have already
read that, then you don't really have to read all of this again, the jist
is the same, small things have been added, and the end of the chapter is a
bit more interesting. And thanks to Apollo for editing this.

Chapter 1

The tingling sensation was getting stronger. I could feel the hairs on my
neck raise for the forth time in the past 20 minutes. I knew I was probably
just being paranoid, but I could swear I was being watched. I turned in my
seat slowly, my eyes scanning the library. There weren't many people there,
and those that were, weren't looking. I sighed.

Resigned, I began turning back to face Kathleen, when my eye caught on a
guy standing in one of the aisles, not too far away hiding his face behind
a book. I couldn't tell who he was, but that didn't stop me from noticing
that his tight white t-shirt hugged some well-toned muscles. No one was
looking at me now, but I didn't want anyone catch me checking this guy
out. Somehow I knew that he was the one that had been watching me. Must be
the fact that the book he's reading was upside. I waited for him to put the
book down. A minute later, thinking I had looked away, he did. Bright green
eyes met my brown. My breath caught.

"Oh, fuck."

"What?"

I sighed. "He's here." I pried my eyes away and turned back to Kat.

"Who?" She sat up and craned her neck to see who I was talking about.

"Shit, don't look, Kat!" I whispered, reaching across the table to grab her
hand to draw her attention. It worked.

"What?" Kat said absently.

God, I swear. I love her but sometimes she is a little slow. "Don't look at
him. Just pretend he isn't here."

"Don't look at who? What's going on?" she asked, still very loudly.

"Shhh! Keep it down. You know that guy I told you about--the jock from
English?"

"Oh yeah, that guy Alex? I think he has a crush on you."

"WHAT?"

Okay, maybe I wasn't that surprised. I could tell by the way he looked at
me sometimes when he thought no one was looking. But how did Kat know?

"Hey, keep it down," she teased. I was not amused.

"Oh for God's sake, don't worry so much, I don't think anyone else
knows. He asked me about you in chem class today. It was all pretty
awkward. Just wanted to know how I knew you, if we were coming to Tracy's
party this weekend, if you might want to go to the local gay club with him
sometime."

My eyes widened in shock. I think I stopped breathing. Kat stared back at
me with a straight face. I began to panic. Alex knows I'm gay? Only Kat
knows. But why else would he ask if I wanted to go to a gay club?
Wait. With him? Alex is ga-?

Kat burst into laughter.

"Oh my God, Damien. You should have seen your face," she giggled. After a
few moments she finally calmed down. "Aww baby, it was all in good
fun. Don't glare at me. Oh come on. You would be laughing too if I had done
it to someone else!"

My heart was still pounding in my chest. I glared at her for a few more
seconds, then scooped up my books to my chest, stood up, and walked away.
Jesus. That was fucking scary.

"Damien! Wait up!" Kat screamed. I stopped and turned around, knowing that
she would chase me down if I didn't. I saw her roll her eyes and blow a
kiss at the librarian that shushed her and couldn't help but smile. Yeah,
she can be an ass, but she's a funny ass.

"There's that sexy smile I love," she joked, catching up with me.

I frowned. She retaliated by kissing my cheek and tickling me.

"Hah, stop it! Kaaaat. Mercy, mercy!" I laughed, out of breath. She let up
and we started walking down the hall.

Now, I'm no little boy to be easily overpowered. In fact, at 5'11" I was
decently tall. But that didn't intimidate the shorter, skinnier Kat. She
knew she was the only one I let tickle me. Actually, she was the only one I
let do or say a lot of things. It's not like I don't have a choice. I do. I
used to have lots of friends, but I knew it would be best if I kept my
circle limited. Whether you agree or not, it's how I feel.

"What'cha thinkin' about?"

"Nothing." I stalled, not really wanting to tell her what was going on in
my mind.

"Don't give me that, D. I can tell when you're thinking. Ooh, is it about
your new loverboy?" she asked, smiling slyly.

I laughed. "Yeah right. Me with Alex Drover?" It's not like I'm bad to look
at. Alex, or should I say, Drover, was a jock. I'm not. I used to play
soccer, but I just stick to running and working out in a gym. Our
highschool is pretty big, with over 1000 people. We ran in different
circles--our paths just didn't usually cross that much.

"Yeah, why not? You're hot. He's hot. Like, really hot. And I'm not just
saying that because I love tall guys with black hair, and green eyes and."

I let her drone on. I didn't need to be told Alex was hot. If I wasn't so
freaked out about this, I know I would get hard every time I saw him. Fuck,
I usually did anyways. Even if he was gay, it wouldn't matter since I had
already made my decision about love. And I wasn't about to change it for
anyone. Even if he was incredibly hot. Especially if he was incredibly
hot.And nice.

".and that ass! What an ass. I'm telling you, Damien. If I were a guy,
after seeing his ass I'd probably be gay too."

"Hey! My ass is pretty nice too, Kat. Are you telling me that I've been
playing soccer and working out for nothing? I mean, you could bounce a
quarter off of it. Try it." I teased.

"Try what?" said a voice behind me.

I probably jumped a foot in the air. Spinning around, I came face to face
with Alex Drover's sexy smiling face. Fuck. I was getting hard.again.

"Uh..uh.nothing." I mumbled, looking down at the ground. Damn. Even his
shoes looked hot on him.

"Hey Alex, sweetie." Kat jumped to my rescue. "D was just telling me to
bounce a quarter off his ass. He wants to prove to me how hot it is."

Wait. Did I just hear that right? Based on Alex's shocked face, I think I
just did. So much for my rescue. He recovered before I did.

"Damn. I just spent my last quarter on a coke. But maybe we can try it
later." He winked at me.

What? I just stared. This was not happening. Kat saying
that--understandable. But Alex? He's probably just joking. Right?

"Oh shit. D, baby, I have to go meet with my calc teacher. I'll catch you
after school. See you later, Alex." It took my brain a few seconds to
register that Kat was leaving me alone with him. By the time I figured it
out, she was already gone.

"So, Damien. You're going to Tracy's party right?" Shit. The way he said my
name made me melt.

"Um, yeah. Wouldn't miss it." I stammered, trying to look anywhere but in
his sexy eyes. He was silent for a while, so I cautiously looked at him. He
wasn't looking at my face. He was looking a little south from
there. Numbly, I followed his gaze.to my now obviously hard cock. SHIT. I
snapped out of it, covering my crotch with my books. He looked up and
grinned.

"Great. See you there D," He patted me on the shoulder and walked off.

I could still feel his hand on my arm as I watched him walk away. Slowly, I
turned and made my way to my locker, with a million thoughts running
through my head. Alex Drover, was looking at my fucking dick! I wonder what
his dick was like...nice and big. I want to touch it, make it hard, taste
it.

	God, what's happening to me? This isn't like me. Other than the one
time in grade 10, I never act like this. I'm always cool, collected, in
control. To the point that I even prided myself on it. But he had me
feeling like a little school girl, practically swooning. I hardly even know
him. It made me nervous.

The party's only a few days away and I can't help but think that something
is going to happen. I don't know what, but considering my unwanted reaction
to him today, I think I should stop anything before it starts.