Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2007 23:29:28 -0400
From: Seth mace <sk8erboy1788@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Senior-itis"

All of this stuff is fictional.  Which means if you don't understand none
of these characters are real.  Later on there may be scenes of sexual
content between two young men of legal age.  If you do not want to read
about that, or do not agree with, if you are under age, or if reading such
as this prohibited in your area then you should not read this.  It's as
easy as that.


Chapter 1:  Prick meet Prick


What was it about a classroom that just made you want to pass out. This
Classroom in Particular. Perhaps it was the lack of decoration in the
room. All it had was a white board, two bookshelves, the teacher's desk,
and twenty student desks. Not even the windows offered entertainment seeing
as they looked out upon the windowless gymnasium's brick wall.

The second option the cause of such face bashing boredom could've been the
lack of good teaching faculty. The old bastard that taught this specific
science class was about as plain as the room and jus as empty. It drove
Damien nuts that someone so...senile was teaching the class.

Damien hadn't even gotten to class yet and he was already feeling the need
of a pillow and a quiet place. He stilled a yaw as he trudged down the
hallways thinking on the third reason for his boredom. It was his senior
year. Teachers had talked about "senioritis" before and he knew that with
his senior year just starting it was hitting him hard and fast.

He smirked at the thought as his sandaled feet his the tiled floor of the
classroom. Yes he was wearing sandals, along with baggy blue jeans
supported by a nondescript black leather belt, and a black polo, one of the
many different polo shirts he owned, with a white undershirt hidden
beneath.

Damien slipped into the room and fell in this normal seat in the back of
the room. The professor hadn't shown up yet which meant that there was
likely to be a substitute, but there was always the chance that the old
bastard finally got fired and they were getting a new teacher. That was
probably just wishful thinking on everyone's part though. Even if it was
about time that guy got fired. As he was sitting there contemplating their
odds of a new teacher his best mate Susan walked by and ruffled his messy
mop of jet-black hair. He jerked away and stuck his tongue out at her
playfully as his baby blue yes glittered mischievously.

"Oh don't offer. I know you wouldn't bring that tongue anywhere near
me. I'm not your type after all." Damien laughed and rolled his eyes at
that as Susan plopped into the seat on his right. "You're too right there
girl. I still love ya anyways." He jested as he turned those pretty eyes
back to the door to see who would come in.

"All the good ones go the wrong way." She sighed. Damien just shrugged
there not arguing on that point. He was a bit conceited after all. Standing
just less than six feet and weighing about 145 pounds. He was very athletic
playing on the soccer team as Goalie, and ultimate in his free time. It all
contradicted his fun laid back attitude and those who knew he was gay found
it rather hard to believe. More than one just thought it a ruse to keep
from having to date any of the girls in the school, or to hide something
else... Those guys who said anything like that normally got their asses
handed to them on a piece of pavement.

As he was rolling his eyes at another comment his friend that bell rang
signaling that you had one minute to be in class. "Still no teacher, maybe
he finally got fired, I sure as hell hope so." Damien muttered with consent
from his friend as he kept his eyes focused on the door and continued to
slouch in his chair feeling the boredom of another school year coming down
heavy.  It was about five minutes of boring conversation after the second
bell letting all the late ones know they could stop running and just go get
a tardy, when the professor walked. This elicited a groan from every
student besides Damien who just leaned his head back over his chair and
gave a false snore.  Susan snickered at the snore as Damien Smiled at the
ceiling.

"Well Mr. Venn seeing as you are so tired this morning perhaps you could
help me out.  There is a young man down in the office.  Hasn't even been
here five minutes and was written up.  Go down there and pick him up when
the dean is done.  He is one of the new students this year and you get the
job of showing him around.  Think of it as your first project of the
semester."

"Does this mean I get out of whatever you have planned for the first
project?"  Damien asked hopefully as he sat up straight in the chair with a
look of mock glee on his face.  "You would like that wouldn't you?"  Damien
nodded his head eagerly causing more snickering from the class.  "Well too
bad.  Go get Mr. Scott please."

Damien sighed and stood up and Susan shrugged before hissing to him.
"Never know he might be cute."  Damien couldn't help but smile at that as
he walked out of the room and made his way casually to the office with his
hands thrust in his pocket.  Naturally he took the long way and taking
about five minutes longer than he should have to get to the Dean's office.
When Damien walked in he spotted two things right off.  A rather red face
Mr. McGrath, the dean, standing over a youth who was obviously Mr. Scott.
Damien had to admit Susan was right.  He was kind of cute.  Damien coughed
as he stood there looking at the silent pair, who were staring daggers at
each other.  Damien thought that the scowl on the Dean's face was funny,
and the glare on the boys was definitely cute.  "Get him out of here."  The
dean growled.

"Finally!  I never thought I would get away from this fowl smelling pig- I
mean wonderful Dean."  Damien had to hide his smile as the youth scuttled
out the door to escape the grasping hands of the now spluttering dean.
Damien quickly followed not wanting to end up under McGrath's wrath. "What
was that?"  Damien asked incredulously of the youth as he jerked a thumb
over his shoulder and looked down at the smiling male.  "He was an asshole
and I told him so as soon as I got here.  Just like me telling you that I
think you are a dumb jock who took a lot longer then you probably should
have getting here.  Thanks for leaving me stranded in there."

Damien actually paused at the angry snap the other threw at him and raised
a brow as he sized him up.  5'8 messy brown hair, probably about 125-ish.
He's thin but he looks like a brawler and talks like someone who has bite
to go with his bark.  Damien took this observation with a nod and glowered
at the youth.  "Well Mr. Scott I am sorry.  Next time I will be sure to
give my time up much faster to accommodate you.  Oh and I think you're a
snobbish little prick."  Damien made sure to tell him as he swept by.  That
felt great.

Seth.  That was the youth's name, well not really youth, he was 18 just as
Damien was.  He stared at the back of the tall guy before him.  Only by
three inches but he was still taller than Seth and that obviously made him
consider his position.  He also looked a lot like the jocks at his old
school so Seth had no doubt on that one either.  That was the only answer
to this.  The guy was an ignorant jock, if not a stupid on.  Seth rolled
his eyes at Damien's back as they walked having assessed him the moment he
walked into the Dean's office.

The pair walked in complete silence all the way back to Professor
Stellato's class, or Professor S. as the students called him.  When they
walked in the door they both just took a seat.  Seth didn't even think the
old guy heard them come in.  It would not have surprised him since the guy
looked to be 80 years old or more.  Seth watched his dark brown eyes as
Damien fell into a seat next to a pretty brunette who just smiled at him
and looked Seth over appraisingly.  Seth didn't even bother on that end as
he collapsed in the desk on the other side of Damien leaning his cheek
lazily on his palm.

"So how is he?"  Susan hissed to Damien as she checked out Seth again
leaned forward over his deck.  He looked young with that cute face.  He was
dressed in a thin gray hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans over what was
obviously a pair of skater shoes.

"He's an asshole and a little jerk."  Damien muttered none too quietly.  He
was rewarded by the wince Susan caught flash across Seth's face at the
words and she frowned.

"Are you sure Damien?  He looks alright to me." Susan muttered around the
same level as Damien and smiled as Seth looked at her from the corner of
his eyes.

"I'm positive.  Not at all what we would have expected."  Damien muttered
darkly as the old geezer at the front of the room kept talking and writing
on the board.

"Can anyone tell me the coefficients that would balance this equation?
Mr. Scott?"  S. asked the young man beside Damien.

"Um...2...4...2...6?"

"Not quite Mr. Scott.  What about you Damien?  Do you have an answer?"

"Of course.  This brilliant young man was right except he didn't simplify.
Had he been as smart as a stupid jock he would have known the answer was 1,
2, 1, 3."  Damien smirked as he finished and there was a bit of laughter
from the class as Professor S. looked a little confused.

"Um...yes.  Quite right."  The professor mumbled as he turned back to the
board.  From then on the class was pretty much left to their own devices
because he never turned around once.  If he had he would have caught the
smoldering glares Damien and Seth shot at each behind his back, and the
small giggle Susan gave at the site.

"You're infatuated with him!"

"No I'm not.  Shut up before he hears you."  Damien hissed at her angrily.

"I don't think he is gay Damien.  He keeps staring at Elissa's panties."
She told him as though it were an everyday occurrence.  This caused Damien
to roll his eyes as he turned away from his friend and towards Seth.

"You do know that no matter how hard you stare you're never going to see
anymore than the lace.  Though if you want I have a sister who could lend
you some of those if you want to see them in their entirety.

"Fuck off."  Seth hissed.  Damien sat back raising his hands in a sign of
no threat as Sarah laughed at the joke.  "What are you laughing at?  Who
are you anyhow?  Obviously not his whore like I would have took you for
since you keep looking at me."  There were gasps around the room as Sarah's
eyes went wide and all talking stopped except for the professor.

"Take that back you little punk before I beat your face in."  Damien
growled menacingly.

"Oh I'm sorry so she is your whor-" He never got to finish his sentence
before Damien shoved him from his seat and pounced on him.  The chaos that
erupted from this did cause the professor to turn around.  At the sight of
the two guys fighting and Sarah standing to the side laying into them both
with badly aimed kicks he did the only thing he could...call security.


"What were you three thinking.  I expect this from you two but you Sarah.
I would have expected more from you!"

"He called me Damien's whore!"  Sarah cried angrily pointing an accusing
finger at Seth who was hold an icepack to the side of his face.  Damien's
head bobbed weakly in acknowledgement but he didn't say anything as he
pinched his nose to staunch the bleeding it was doing.  Sarah had no
injuries since it was her misplaced kicks that had caused the damage to the
tussling pair.

"All of you are suspended for two days.  I don't want to see your faces on
campus till Thursday.  I already called your parents and they are on their
way."  With that McGrath left the room and left the trio on the couch.

"I'm sorry Susan I should not have said that stuff I was angry with this
prick."

"It's alright Damien can be quite the prick sometimes."

"I am sitting right here!"



Alright, that is the end of Chapter one.  I plan on doing more if you all
like it so far.  This is my first story so if you like it I would
appreciate feedback, and if you don't I would like feedback on why as well.

You can contact me at kenny17888@hotmail.com