"I'm heart broken," I tell Cody in class.

"Is this because I left you for dead with people with super powers?"

"That and because I lost a friendship I wanted really badly."

"Am I not good enough?"

"He's my exact opposite. Do you know what that feels like? He completes me!"

"Did you fall in love with someone?"

"I don't know." I scratch at my desk like a kicked cat.

"I'm sure you can still confess your feelings to him. Wait, a guy? You fell for a guy?"

"You're right! If I just ask him to be friends instead of rivals then maybe I can have my dream come true!"

"A guy? As in the male part of the human species?"

"Yes, Cody. The one with the penis."

"But you're also the one with the penis."

"What can't you get past? The fact that I fell in love with a guy or that I'm possibly gay?"

"Both? I thought you had a crush on Cassy."

"I thought you were the one who had a crush on Cassy." I stare at him strangely.

"So who has a crush on Cassy?"

"That would be me."

We both spin around to see a quiet girl with long black hair covering her eyes.

"Dude, the school emo fell in love with the school prep."

"At least it wasn't a jock and nerd. That's been way overdone." We both sigh in relief at this development.

"But you're the one with the vagina and so is she," Cody starts again.

"Cody! Do you have a problem with the gay agenda?"

"Not at all. Penis glitter everywhere." He throws his fingers around to imitate a dazzle. "My brother is obsessed with BL while my sister is obsessed with GL. Can't say I have a problem with it because then my dick will be chopped off and fed to me like a bitch."

"Home life good then?"

"Yeah, my mom's cooking her famous curry tonight. Want to come over with your mother?"

"I'll ask her. I'm sure she'll say yes."

"Sweet." We fist bump.

"So are you going to confess your feelings?" Cody asks the emo girl.

"If I do it then you have to," I try to convince her. In a very forceful way.

"N-No way. I can't even look at her, how am I ever going to confess that I love the way her hair glistens in the sun and her eyes are so big that they see all of me."

"And recorded. If you haven't told her by the time I tell Kage then I'm going to play this to Cassy."

"No! That's evil!"

"I haven't quite figured out what a hero means but I'm sure I'm doing more good than harm at the moment."

I can't really tell if she's glaring at me but I can feel the daggers in my skull. Or maybe I just have a headache from all the stress. Or maybe a tumor has started forming in my head.

"I'm getting cancer!" I cry out loudly during class. And of course it's Mr Pickins' class. History's a bitch.

"Mr Huillivan, if you are saying you are getting cancer from listening to my lesson then leave this room immediately and come back after school for detention!"

I don't move. No one moves.

"Why aren't you going?"

"Because I didn't say that about your lesson."

"Then what was that outburst for?"

"Uh ... I have a headache from all the stress put on me from the events of the day. Honestly, your lesson is a god send to me so please continue because I need a factual lesson after all this craziness."

"Well, if you enjoy my lesson so much then I expect an eleven page essay on the Battle of Peking tomorrow on my desk before your first class."

I swallow hard and nod my head like a diligent student. Now I have to make my confession to Kage fast so I can finish that paper. I need a car to get to his school and I need to figure out how the hell I'm going to start talking. Not just the actual words but muster up the courage to actually speak face to face with him. Now that I think about it. He is going to try to fight me every time we meet. No! I'm not ready for that! My heart won't be able to take it!

"What are you thinking in that suicidal head of yours? I think your name is Jackie?"

I jump from the surprise attack from the guy I was thinking of so hard. He's standing in front of my school gate in a leather jacket that's screaming bad boy loud and clear. Now that he isn't threatening to kill me, I can see he's a laid back hottie. Choo choo, and the train has left for gayville where all happiness goes to see unicorns poop candy and make out with everyone no matter what gender or background. One big lovable orgy.

"Jack. I was thinking of you. I mean, I was thinking about how-" He flashes me a beautiful amused smile. "You. You, why are you here, Kage?"

"I wanted to talk to my new rival without everyone watching our every move. And because I like you. I want to be friends."

"Friends?" My heart leaps into the air happily then crashes face first into the ground. Friends? That's what I wanted but I was going to confess my feelings ... My what? I barely know this guy. I just met him and he tried to kill me. What was I thinking? It's all Cody's fault!

"Yeah. You seem cool so I wanna hang. Come on." He grabs my hand and yanks me onto his bike in one smooth movement.

"Holy shit," I gasp.

"Sweet, right? I got her for my sixteenth birthday. You should hear her purr." He revs his bike's engine and man does she purr.

"She sounds like a beautiful and powerful cheetah."

"You and I think the same. I like that." He gives me a sleek black helmet and puts on his own.

Damn. Damn. Damn. He's hot. The bike's hot. I have extra homework and I have a boner. Shit. Really? A boner! So gay. So gay it hurts. Parachute pants were not my best choice today.

"Hold onto my waist. Unless you want to fall off and go skiing on your face on tar."

"Got it. Where are we going? I kinda have homework to do."

"Screw homework. I'm taking you to my place."

"Your place? As in your home?" I pale.

Now I'm trying to push away all the beautiful gay scenarios I somehow know because the Internet is a very frightening place. And curiosity always kills cats. Meow.

"Yeah. That's where people normally hang. At each other's places. You don't have a friend?"

"I do. Actually I have to go over to his house for dinner as well so I really shouldn't."

"Jackie."

"Yeah?"

"Put on the helmet and grab my waist."

I hastily shove the helmet on my head and get it the wrong way. I hear him chuckling then his face is right in front of mine. Oh man. I just bought souvenirs at a local gay market.

He turns back around and leans over the bike, kicking the kickstand up. I hesitantly touch his waist but as soon as he revs the engine, startling me, I grab onto him tightly. I don't just hear his deep voice chuckling, I feel his voice vibrating in his chest. It intertwines with the bike's rumbling.

Please boner, no touching. Please boner, no touching. He balances us both as he takes off on the bike. He's going fast. Too fast. And my poor crushable heart can't take it!