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Chapter 1: "High School Heat Up"

*Zane's POV*

I awake to a loud buzzing noise centered right at the corner of my ear, 'Stupid alarm clock' I feel around for my phone trying to turn of the damned alarm. I finally get it cut off and roll my lazy ass out of bed, I look around the still darkened room for a pair of boxers...yes I sleep naked it's not like it matters especially since I don't live with my parents anymore. Huh that would be if my-.

"Yo Zane, get your ass up it's your turn to-." That's my roommate he should know by now not to walk in without knocking. "Damnit dude, I didn't need to see that thing hanging out this early in the morning...I mean at all I don't need to see that fuckin' thing hanging out at all." I look down unbeknownst to me my penis had slipped from its sheath. 'Fucking morning wood'. "Tyson man come on, it's morning wood every single guy gets this shit in the morning. Plus I think I've told you a thousand times since we moved in together that, I sleep naked; you know this. So how about knock on the damn door before barging in here...hell if I didn't know any better Tyson I'd say you wanted to see me like this." He turns away holding back the urge to vomit, yet I catch a slight red tinge through his burnt orange fur. I was just joking but Tyson's not the kind of guy to take a 'gay joke' very well.

"What the fuck dude? You know I don't like all that queer shit, I'd watch my mouth if I were you." Tyson turned back to me, his teeth are barred a look of bloodlust in his eyes.

"Damn don't get all butthurt Tyson, you need to chill out man you know I'm only joking." I walk past him giving him a friendly punch to his shoulder, he'll be fine Tyson usually always cools down after he gets something to eat.

"Sometimes I wonder about you Zane, I really think you might be like one of them sometimes." There's no way Tyson would have noticed anything, I make the occasional gay joke so what that doesn't mean I'm gay...and sure sometimes I check out a guy or two. I just hope he didn't notice me checking his ass out after he takes his evening shower.

"I-I don't know...what the hell are you going on about this time Tyson?"

"It's pretty simple I've known you for years Zane, and ever since I met you I've never seen you chase a single chicks tail since then. I'm just saying, that sounds like something only a fag would do." 'Keep it together Zane, just breath in and out, don't blow-up on Tyson he's got no real evidence I'm gay...if I was gay, which I'm totally not just stay cool and you can get out of this.'

"Really Tyson, just because I'm not like you and fuck every woman I see doesn't mean I'm gay. Besides none of the women at that damned school are worth my time, I've got high standards for myself after all."

Of course I'm sort of joking, but Tyson doesn't have to know that, I can pretty much lie on command at this point. Call it 'Pathological Lying' whatever the hell you wanna call it, I've learned how to lie without a shred of remorse or guilt. You've got to living in a fuckin' backwater town like

"Yeah yeah yeah screw standards and all that shit, come on man I know for a fact there's at least five or six chicks at that school who would love a piece of you. You could probably bang any chick you wanted to in that school, at least enough to blow off a little extra steam." Tyson's arm wrapped around me now, granted I'm not even remotely attracted to Tyson...but for some reason him holding me close even if it's just him wrapping his arm around I feel comfortable and almost safe in a way.

'Hell I wouldn't mind this with any other guy really, but not with the biggest homophobe I've ever met.' I try not to get to comfy as I start to struggle to get out of Tyson's grip but to no avail, you know you'd think for a sorta shrimpy panther Tyson wouldn't be that strong but you'd be wrong.

"Tyson man you can let go now, I don't think you're in any position to call me gay...you just wrapped your arm around me for a full minute. Plus you seem pretty damned defensive whenever anything to do with gay and you are used in the same sentence, that's pretty suspicious if you ask me." Tyson immediately yanks his arm back, I could have sworn I saw a light blush through his dark black fur.

"I've already told you Zane, enough with the queer shit I've fucked almost every bitch in that school so I'm far from gay."

"I know you aren't Tyson, but how about keep your damned opinions about me to yourself next time."

Finishing off my breakfast I head for school, Tyson would be following me there...if it wasn't for the fact the idiot got himself suspended last week. I mean how stupid could you get, he literally had sex in the fucking faculty lounge. What did he expect to happen? I can't deal with his ass right now, I've gotta finish studying for these damned final exams. Before I can do that though I've gotta get one fucking person out of my head once and for all.

As I begin the short walk to school my mind begins to wander, I can't get him outta my mind. I hear footsteps creeping up behind me, but I push them outta my mind as my attempts to remove 'him' from my mind is proven to be futile.

"Aww guys look what we've got here." My breath hitches in my throat as a pair of paws are placed around my shoulders, I feel his long nails ripping into my shirt as he whips me around to face them. " It's the little emo furfag so tell me homo, who's your boyfriend?" I fuckin' can't stand the ground these guys walk on, I just don't give enough fucks to care anymore.

"I don't know Keith, why don't you go ask your girlfriend? She's already screwed almost every guy at that damned school, what not man enough to satisfy your lady?"

Breaking myself from his grasp I start heading back towards school, that is until I feel a circle of furs closing in around me. Looking around I see Keith and his cronies have me surrounding, I wait with baited breath for the first punch to be thrown.

"Look at that boys the little queers got jokes." Keith and his group of all give a small chuckle, as they eye me up like a piece of meat. 'I swear these fuckers don't have an I.Q of 50 between the six of them.'

"It might be wise to close your muzzle, the only thing that muzzles good for is blowing dudes."

"Oh another gay joke big surprise, you know Keith if what your girlfriend says is true about you then I guess there's two things small about you. Number One: You've gotta have one of the smallest brains possible, you know you might have more blood going to that teeny tiny pea-sized brain of yours if all your blood wasn't going to those overgrown steroid fueled muscles.

Number Two: I know for a fact that's where all your blood's going, because it's sure not going up here, and from what your girlfriend's been saying there isn't to much for the blood to rush to down there."

I try to push past the giant wall of idiocy with muscles, but instead I'm stopped dead in my tracks as the six begin to close in around me.

"Oh look six on one, what's the matter Keith? To much of a pussy to take me on by yourself."

All I hear is a chuckle, as a barrage of fists and kicks begin raining down on my back and head. I finally blackout after what felt like an eternity, as I come to I can feel a small trickle of blood on my forehead. Other than the blood and a few possible broken ribs I feel fine, I hobble myself to school heading straight for the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, finally making my way over to the sink after catching my breath I begin cleaning the blood from my face, I can feel my face swelling slightly. I look towards my backpack, as I finally get the last of the dried blood cleaned from my fur. I peer around the empty restroom, I check the stalls to make sure I'm completely alone. Reaching into my bag I rummage around, finally pulling out a small pocket knife from the bottom of the bag.

'Hello my old friend.' I run my fingers over the knife, I bring the knife to my wrist, just as I begin to pull it over my fur I hear a knock at the door. Jumping with fear I throw the knife back in my bag, and rush through the locked door, knocking over several furs on my way to class.

*Loup's POV

Hello everyone! So you're probably wondering who I am, right? No surprise, seeing as I'm the new guy and all. My name is Loup D'argent, but all my friends just call me Loup for short.

I'm an arctic wolf (I know, I know; a wolf named 'wolf.' Real original. My parents weren't the most creative types), eighteen years old, 5 foot 8, 180 lbs and I'm originally from the UK. I know, odd since I have a very, very French name.

It was my first week in an American school, Everyfur seemed rather nice, though I hadn't made many friends yet. I was, and still am the type that prefers to keep to myself. Don't want to make a fuss about moving, you know? No big deal really; nofur has even said more than two words to me in a week... well, except for one.

Before I go into anymore detail, there's something else you all should know, I'm bisexual. Yes, I know- and please, spare me the 'sinner this' and 'God hates that,' rhetoric. I grew up a faithful Anglican, and I happily remain so, my sexual preferences aside. But, anyways, back to the point. I wasn't really out yet (and so no need to change that yet, either. Even as a teenager, I was generally of the idea that if I minded my own business, other furs would mind theirs. Didn't always work, but it was somewhat effective nonetheless), and especially with the move and the new school I didn't need anything to make me a target in my first week. Well, besides my rapier wit, charming demeanour and obviously foreign accent, that is. You'd be surprised how many times American furs try to guess exactly where I'm from, and usually pick the wrong three continents. Heh. I suppose I should've worn a 'Not Australian, Not South African, and Not Canadian' sign on my chest back in high school.

Sorry, got a little sidetracked. As I was saying, there was this one fur who kept trying to talk to me that first week; however, he never really got more than a few words out through his stuttering, or he'd simply blush at me. It was rather cute, honestly- and rather flattering, since I didn't really get much attention of the sort back home. Well, to be fair, I never really sought it out either, but still, he seemed like a likeable fur...

Oh, and there he was, right on cue. Zane, I think his name was. Right in the middle of the hallway. Standing as still as a statue. Staring at me and shuffling his feet, and doing his best to try to make words come out. Oh, and he was blushing, too. Good God, could he get any more adorable? He wasn't too bad in the looks department, either; brown and silver fur, tall and rugged-looking, average build, bright red eyes, nice packa-

Eyes up, Loup. Don't want to scare off the poor fur. I quickly brought my eyes back up to stare somewhere between his eyes and the ceiling. Great, even I was blushing a little now, too. I wouldn't waste your time Loup, I thought to myself, sighing internally. Though cute, he seems more awkward than, well, attracted to me. Besides, it'd be rather silly, and just a little presumptuous of me to think somefur who's seen me around less than a week is into me.

I gave him a wide grin, hoping to get him to talk. I just hope I wasn't sending the wrong signals- after all, I didn't want to give off the impression I was flirting, especially since I might get a fist to my muzzle for my troubles if my calculations were off. Cute and awkward didn't necessarily mean 'into guys' or even 'into me,' after all. Especially with the whole 'tough lone wolf guy' gossip I'd heard about this bloke from a couple of my chattier classmates, he was probably more likely to clock me than be friendly to me if I played the wrong cards. And if I played them right? I might actually make a friend.

As long as my attempts at being charming didn't end up falling flat, that is.

*Zane's POV*

'Come on Zane, you can do this pull your head out of his ass and just talk to him'. I make a beeline straight for him, he's wearing a huge sexy grin which makes my knees almost buckle.

"Uh hey I'm uh...I mean my name is-." Great I'm stuttering now, why can't I grow a pair and just talk to him.

"Hey! You're Zane, right?" He wants to shake my paw, this feels like a dream...it would be if my paws weren't clammy as hell, I wasn't sweating bullets and shaking so much.

"How do you know my name?" Great I'm blushing again, and that's the least of my worries right now. My erection presses painfully hard against my jeans, thank everything I don't wear those damned skinny jeans that are all the rage right now with the guys.

The other wolf grimaces, looking off to the side for a moment. "Let's just say, um, your name is brought up around the school a lot. Everyone has a different rumor about you... kind of hard not to get caught up in the gossip when you hear it all the time."

"What kind of shit is being spread now?" I blow smoke from my muzzle as my blood starts to boil, that is until I feel something wrapped around my shoulder and a small tickle on my back. 'He's actually holding me, and he's wrapping his tail around me. This has to be a fucking dream.'

"Don't worry about it nothing to bad really, just talking about how you've got the whole 'lone wolf' bravado going...so how's everything going with your grades?" That's kind of a weird question to ask somebody, I hate when furs try to make fuckin' idle chit-chat because they can't think of anything interesting to say.

"It's going alright I'm not the best student but as long as I don't flunk my finals for english and math I'll be just fine."

"I know what you mean, I've already taken all my exams at my last school; passed everything with flying colours as I expected. How about I give you a hand after school studying at my place? I've got nothing better to do, and besides hanging out with a guy like you for a few hours won't be bad at all."

Okay this is getting crazy, I'm looking way to far into this shit...he just wants to help me study nothing else. Then why is he giving that look, it looks so seductive.

"Ye-yeah sure that'd be great, so I guess I'll met you at your place after school today." He scribbles down something on a piece of paper, handing to me I notice it's an address obviously but I notice something else on the back it's his phone number.

"Just give me a call before you head over, wanna make sure everything's ready before you arrive." Did he just wink at me, no fucking way...not like I care or anything this is just some stupid phase running around in my hormone fueled mind. 'Maybe Tyson's right...maybe I do need to get laid. By a woman of course I wouldn't want to have sex with a man or whatever.'

"Hey wait, I didn't catch your name before." He turns back to me, a sexy smirk on his muzzle.

"Oh yeah sorry about that name's Loup D'argent." The bell rings overhead, I'm still standing awestruck about what the hell just happened. "Hey Zane, you might wanna get to class before you're tardy."

I should probably tell you guys a little more about him, besides the good looks and obvious intelligence. Loup is an arctic wolf, white fur obviously, but it's got this slightly blue tinge that's so adorable, especially with those bright blue eyes of his. Compared to me he's a little on the small side, he's only a few inches shorter then me but I've got at least sixty pounds on the guy.