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Zack watched the dream man of the entire female population of the school jog down the walkway towards the annex building. The way he moved, so graceful; and yet you could see the power in his body, the way his legs moved and just the way he held himself. You knew that was one powerful body; and damn, it was hot too, and he could feel the pain growing again in his groin and he swore to himself, wishing all these weird thoughts would just go away and leave him in peace.
The sound of the buzzer made him start and he realized that once more he would be late for a class but at least this one the teacher wouldn't rag on him. He enjoyed science and the teacher was at least more of help than Coach Post ever could be. He was a nerd though, wore those old man glasses and always, always, had a plaid vest on with tons of pencils and pens in his pocket bulging out from underneath. He may look like a geek but he sure knew science; and really, he wasn't a bad guy, least he never picked on his students.
Justin lay on his bed, the scent of lemon from the sheet filling his nostrils as he stared up at the ceiling where he had his large poster of the night sky. All those stars and planets waiting for someone, as if they had all the time in the world; and yet he knew many of them were no longer even there, long extinguished by some wicked explosion which hadn't reached their vision yet.
He could hear the shrill voice of his mother as she talked on the phone. God he hated her for making them leave Florida and come clear across the country to fucking weirdsville California. Everyone here was so fucking bizarre, and stuck up too.
School sucked, and he had no real friends yet, but they had only been here for about a month; still, he wished he were back at his old school. At least there he had friends and didn't feel like such an idiot. Besides, the girls were nicer there, and they knew him. Here, he was like some damn piece of steak on display, everyone passing by checking out the prime rib, wanting to poke it and see how fresh it was. Fuck, he hated that and he felt like poking back, and not just with a stare or look either.
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