Only The Brave

To-Do List

The scene was certainly lacking romance: Darren's ass pressed against the door of a stall in the boy's bathroom on the second floor of the school; Jace's hands traveling his hips; their mouths colliding in such a heat they could barely breathe while their tongues battled for dominance. It had been two weeks they'd been meeting in the bathroom for the entirety of their lunch periods. Being alone together was like an explosion of hormones between them, finally being able to explore their sexuality. Even if it did have to be in the least romantic place anyone could ever possibly think of.

The bathroom door opened, and there was a loud rush of conversation, making Jace jump, and Darren laugh in his arms, “Shh,” He smiled up at the blond, trying his best not to pay attention to the student using the room for its intended purpose. Biting his bottom lip, Dare slid his hands down inside Jace's back pockets and pulled him closer, so that he could comfortably rest his head against his shoulder.

“That reminds me... I have something for you,” It was a whisper against his ear, sending shivers all throughout Darren's body as the sound of a crowd was heard once more, accompanied by the loud ringing of a the first bell to mark the end of lunch period, “Reach into my front pocket.” Even Jace laughed a little, realizing what he'd just said sounded pretty bad. He had to lean back to see the look he'd guessed was on the other's face, a grin on his own mouth, “No, seriously.” Darren wasn't exactly going for it, though, so the blond sighed, a little let down, and moved away from him. Dipping his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a folded up piece of paper, “It's my new schedule. I don't know if we have any classes in common, but... I want you to know where I am at all times. And if you turn it to the back...”

The raven haired boy snatched it out of his hand, and looked it over, “I completely forgot to give you mine.” He was surprised to see that they actually had two classes together. Looking up into his golden eyes for only a moment, he turned over the paper and smiled, “Your number?”

“My cell. I'll always answer.”

Never before had ten digits made him smile so brightly before, but he couldn't help himself. It was the friend he'd never had in the person he'd always wanted. He almost ventured to think they really were...something. Maybe not a serious something, and not yet an outwardly titled something, but... Still something, “..it's like I've got my own personal superhero.”

For a long moment, they got lost in each other's eyes, Jace moving close once more as Darren cupped his face in his hands, and they began to kiss again, only to be cut off by another buzzing sound, “Oh, shit.”

“Fuck,” Darren laughed, “We're so dead.”

Quickly, they began to dance around the stall, trying to find a way to fit so that they could both get out. It was quite the puzzle, in such a small area, but pressing tightly together, the pair made it out alive. Smiling, Darren nodded for him to leave first. He didn't want to be seen with him after all. Who would want to be labeled a meat head? A daring last kiss, and the blond left the bathroom quickly, shortly followed by his partner.

Dare jogged down the hallway, rounding the corner on the way to grab a textbook from his locker only to run into a girl coming from the opposite direction. She was short, and small; flat-chested, with choppy black hair and the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen. Her nails were long, and black, and her eyeliner was thick. It was almost like looking in a fun house mirror, only instead of being warped and silly looking, it just switched your gender. She was a dark little witch, and the way she snarled at him from the ground before she noticed he was an outcast like her put a smirk on his face, “Sorry about that,” He said, leaning down with a hand extended out to her, “my name's Darren.”

Behind her dark red lipstick, her teeth shone just a bit, “..Emily.” And she took his hand, getting back to her feet, “Sorry that I wasn't paying more attention.”