Sweet Surrender [MxM]

Chapter 02

Varian kicked on a burst of speed, not fast enough to scare other stragglers, but fast enough to get to his destination. Skidding to a halt in front of R.404- J-L. He pushed the handle down, and yanked the door open.

Sauntering inside, Varian ignored the snickers from several people already sitting. His original intentions were to just sneak to a seat in the back and disappear, but he decided against it. Instead, he stopped, turned to the class and met every single gaze with his brown, red tinted eyes, a smirk tugging on his lips.

"Joll, Varian? Is that right?" the Homeroom teacher asked.

Varian knew he was the last to enter. He always was.

"I'm only on time the first day. Don't get used to it," he said to the teacher as much to the students..

Tilting his chin up just a fraction, Varian knew that it would be the perfect angle to highlight the red in his eyes. Not enough to drench them in scarlet, but enough to scare the crap out of the people that had snickered at him.

He heard several gasps, and decided to use the mood to get to his seat. Choosing the last front row seat, he dropped his pack with a loud thwack!, jostling several students, and took a seat.

Varian sensed another Changed, and wasn't surprised to see the wimpy kid from the office scoot slightly closer to him.

"Do you have any idea how bad that was? You almost exposed us!" he hissed inaudible to human ears behind him.

"And you disgrace us. How is that any better?" Varian tossed back, venom underlying his tone.

"I'd rather be disgraced for submitting than exposing our kind. Or publicly making out with another guy." he shot back, saying the last part loud enough for people to hear.

Varian suppressed the urge to rip this guy to shreds. Instead, he did the opposite.

"You know you had a good time," Varian said teasingly, turning around and leaning in tentatively. At the last second he pulled away, a grin flashing his teeth; the needle-like incisors only visible to the wimpy kid.

As a response the wimpster swallowed, and ducked his head, hiding a flush of embarrassment at the whispers of the other kids in the room now centering around him. Of course Varian had done no such thing, but it was at no expense to him to blurt out things like that.

Oh how he loved first days.

Nathan slowly walked into homeroom, taking a seat near the back corner of the room. How he had managed to make it there before 8:00 had amazed him, but he wasn't about to argue.

A few students had walked in after him, filling in the holes in the classroom until the bell rang.

The teacher, who's name he couldn't quite remember, began to call out names, Pausing every now and then at one he couldn't pronounce.

"Vogel, Nathaniel?"

Nathan raised his hand slowly from his spot, waving it for a second before the man marked him in attendance.

The rest of homeroom passed by relatively slow; everyone was too loud to allow for 15 extra minutes of sleep, and since it was a first day there was no homework or projects to finish.

When the bell rang again, Nathan couldn't be more relieved, slowly getting to his feet and preparing for his first class, which was American History.

Which he sucked at. Great way to start the day.

Varian drummed his fingers anxiously on the desk, listening to the clock tick, but not needing to see it to know what time it was.

Thirty more seconds.