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Crossroads	By : AnNiE4 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Crossroads"

Chapter 5

Gohan had made a point of wearing one of his long
sleeved shirts to hide his bandage. He stepped into his morning class with
Sharpener at his side. Both boys took neighbouring seats as they saw Angie and Stephanie
walk through the door. Gohan couldn't help but groan and Sharpener elbowed him
sharply in the ribs. Hissing Gohan shot him a lethal glare and turned just in
time to see both girls approach their desks.

"Hi boys."
Angie cooed cheerily as her friend took a seat beside her. Unfortunately for
them the only seats available were in front of the boys.

This was something Gohan was thankful for and
felt relatively safe.

"Did you hear about the dance next
week?" Angie asked.

Gohan willed the floor to open up and swallow him
whole. He knew what was going to happen next.

"When is this?" Sharpener asked
excitedly. He shot a quick threatening glance at Gohan promising him much pain
if he even thought of screwing this up for him.

Rolling his eyes Gohan willed himself to sink
further down his chair trying to ignore the flirting looks Stephanie was
sending his way. He tugged at his baseball cap, pulling it further down over
his face and covering his eyes in a sad attempt at hiding. This was something
Stephanie found endearing. She adored how sensual and dark his eyes looked when
he glanced up from under the brim of his cap. "Very nice", she all
but purred.

Gohan squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as he
felt a wave of nausea under her predator gaze.

"It's next Saturday at seven. Everyone is
going to be there." Stephanie informed them but was quick at turning her
seductive gaze back to the sensual male opposite her. Kami
he was hot.

Gohan knew what was meant by everyone. It
meant anyone that counted.

"So are you boys going with anyone?"
Angie coyly asked.

"How about it?"
Stephanie enquired. "Are you up for a bit of fun?" Her silky
voice was laced in innuendo while, at the same time, she was silently amused by
the red tinge that was rapidly spreading across Gohan's high cheekbones.

Embarrassed and quickly becoming irritated with
her ongoing flirting Gohan's eyes narrowed dangerously as he was about to tell
her in not so many words what she could do with her fun! Instead, he
leapt from the chair abruptly. "OUCH! What the FU�" Snapping
his mouth shut he realised that the whole classroom was watching him. He
vigorously rubbed at his throbbing ankle while glaring daggers at his friend
and wishing Sharpener would stop kicking him like that. It was getting
old REAL quick.

"No. No, we're free.� Sharpener said more
casually, �If you like my friend here and I can pick you guys up?" he
suggested with one of his goofy smiles � one that Gohan would have found
painful if not for him doing a double take by his friend�s unwarranted suggestion.

Gohan flicked his cap up in disbelief, who was
picking THEM up? Sharpener ignored the menacing glare his friend was
shooting him. Doing what these girls did best, they cheered with delight like
it was some sort of contest. Gohan turned to his soon to be ex-friend
and made sure he had his legs tucked out of reach and ready to add his thoughts
on this not-so-good idea when he was interrupted.

"That would be... s...o sweet."
Angie gushed blowing a flirting kiss at Sharpener who was buckling at the
knees. This was all quite sickening Gohan thought. He had to stop himself from
hurling.

"Um guys, I hate to BURST your bubble
here. But you girls do know I only have an old PICKUP truck,
right?" Gohan reminded them proudly seeing the look of horror wash over
Angie's features. That was until Stephanie quickly grabbed her friend by the
hands all wide eyed pleading with her not to object.

"We don't mind." Stephanie said unable
to hide the hint of apprehension in her voice. She turned back to the boys and
forced her most charming smile, "It sounds...huh... ah...retro. Sexy even." She gulped smiling still.

Retro? Sexy? With a single raised brow Gohan turned to his friend
raising his cap silently with a dazed expression wondering what drug she was
on. Their heads turned as they heard their teacher enter the classroom.

Gohan leaned over to his friend brushing his
shoulder and whispered. "She does know what a pickup truck
is, doesn't she?" he asked dryly. Sharpener frowned and warned him
to shut up. Gohan shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his book and opened
to the page they were asked. "I guess that's a
n...o!" he mumbled sarcastically confirming it to no-one but
himself.

...

Later that day, he found himself walking down one
of the many corridors towards his class when his eyes hardened. Instinct took a
strong hold of him like it had done so many times in the past. He had built the
reputation of a reckless youth with no potential. How sad his teachers
would whisper behind his back. Commonsense seemingly fled of its own accord at
that second.

Instead of retreating like any normal kid would
have, he stayed still when he saw Chaz and Daniel and
a few of their football buds advance quickly. They quickly had him surrounded
in the corridor that suddenly appeared much narrower.

"Well, well. LOOK at what we got
here." Chaz snarled.

"It looks like someone FORGOT to take out
the trash." Daniel laughed humourlessly, his face twisting with malice
knocking Gohan's textbooks and notes from his hands. He watched with some
satisfaction as they spilled onto the floor at Gohan's feet.

"Oops!" He laughed, "Did I do
that?"

Gohan's jaw clenched, eyes fix on Chaz as he towering threateningly over him doing his best
to provoke him into another fight. "What do you want Chaz?"
He grounded out like the name left a bad taste.

There was a strong shove in the chest trying to
knock him off balance but Gohan kept his ground. "Trash."
He scoffed. "You just think your something DON'T you?" Looking
disgusted and sizing him up. "You might have fooled Stephanie
Hamilton but you don't fool ME!"

A light smirk tugged on the corner of his mouth.
It was all becoming very clear. Their eyes fixed suddenly and the atmosphere
around them turned icy. "What's wrong Chaz?
Can't handle the fact that Stephanie, might
PREFER brains over brain-less."

That was all it took. Gohan was driven back hard
and shoved up against the locker with Chaz's fist
aimed directly at his face. "Go ahead." Gohan coolly dared
him. Eyes unmoving locked and challenging.

He watched as Chaz's face
twisted with hatred. He understood all too well what he was feeling. He had
lived a life where, for the last few years at least, he was his old man's
personal punching bag.

Gohan watched as the other teenager battled with
what he wanted to do, which was to plough him into the ground with his large
fist but he played it safe. Chaz knew just what Gohan
was gambling on. He could be suspended from the finals if the coach ever got
wind of this behaviour. It was a slim chance with dear old wealthy daddy
having a say with being on the school board, but still he couldn't afford to
upset his old man this close to the finals.

He forcefully shoved Gohan back with all the
might he could muster, slamming him painfully back into one of the lockers. The
sound bounced loudly around them. Surprisingly quick reflexes prevented Gohan
from falling further to the floor. His eyes were fixed warily on Chaz as he roughly released his shirt. Observers whispered
among themselves as they watched from a safe distance.

"There WILL be a day." Chaz warned. "You can COUNT on IT! Just you and me, Collins!" Chaz�s
eyes narrowed full of hatred. "YOU and ME!"
He vowed thrust a finger into Gohan's chest.

It took all of Gohan's self-control not to react.
He just stood there, unmoving, watching. His dark eyes following Chaz until he turned the corner, playing the BIG man
with his friends and leaving Gohan with his notes and books sprawled at his
feet. Gohan released the breath he didn't realise he was holding. Crouching he
started gathering up his things when he heard familiar voice above him.

"Fucking ASS! He
was luckily I wasn't HERE or he would found his head permanently
IMPRINTED in a locker!" Sharpener boasted.

Gohan smirked and picked up the last of his
notes. He stood to see his friend standing nearby looking pissed off. His
amusement quickly slipped when he saw Stephanie and Angie approaching looking
all starry eyed at him.

"That was just the hottest thing I
have ever seen. The way you just stood up to him like that. It was wrong
in all the RIGHT ways!" Stephanie gushed rushing at him and throwing her
arms around him and making sure her perky busts were firmly pressed up against
him. This made Gohan blush. The next thing he knew he was pushed violently up
against someone's locker with Stephanie Hamilton in his face; literally. Her
naked knee was rubbing in places she shouldn't even be venturing. His cap was
knocked back. Their lips locked together bruising. Wolf whistles were ringing
in his ears like warning bells about the same time the lack of air was becoming
an issue. Stephanie's long manicured nails hungrily fisting through his already
unruly hair. Fire burned through his starving lungs, causing the world around
him to spin. As suddenly as it started it abruptly ended leaving him standing
there shocked and weak kneed. What the hell? He wondered dazzled as the
two girls quickly dashed off leaning into one another to their next class,
giggling.

Blinking once, twice, he snapped himself back
into the here and now. He noticed other guys giving him the customarily, job
well done pat on his back as they passed with others giving him the thumbs
up. Sharpener was beside him grinning like some fool and nudging him in the
arm, winking. "KILLER!"

"Shut UP!" Gohan snarled but unable to
hold back his blushing smile. He didn't know what just happened but whatever it
was he was sure to analyse it at great length at a later stage. For now he just
wanted to escape from the attention he didn't ask for.

....

Things
were pretty much the same as every other day. He dropped his friend, who had
spent most of the drive talking about Angie, off. He would then race to pick up
his father before returning home so he could have a quick shower and head off
for work himself. Gohan was pleased his father was finally off his back with
Sam informing Mark that he needed the kid for a few extra hours a week with one
of the shipments until they were in the clear. His father never questioned the
boss; not if he wanted to keep his job that was. Mark Collins could be a clever
man sometimes.

Even
though Gohan always had some time to spare after showering he hated sitting
around the house while his father was there. He would rather spend that extra
time working. When he got home this time he was pleased to find his father had
gone to bed early. Sam must be working him pretty hard as well. Good.

Gohan
was hungry but he was too tired to eat so he just climbed the stairs. On
entering his room his eyes fell on his homework waiting for his attention,
something he was also too tired for. Gohan was exhausted and all this extra
work was really wearing him down. He stripped down out of his jeans and collapsed
onto his bed. It was a struggle even to climb under the sheets to sleep. That
had to be one of the first nights he hadn't wrestled with any of his nightmares
in a long while. That had to be a blessing in itself�

...

The
next day, at lunch, he found himself downing his soda and leaning back against
the tree, his baseball cap was pulled low over his dark eyes. From where he sat
he could see Chaz and his friends tackling each other
to the ground, off in the distance, in a friendly game of football on the
sports oval.

"He
really has it in for you." Sharpener commented, stating the obvious. Gohan
raised a brow glancing sideways at his friend who was doing his best to wolf down
a whole meat roll� disgusting.

"You
think?"

He
nodded. "Yeah, it's obvious." Sharpener said with mouthful full of
food. Gohan grimaced, watching food dripping from his friend�s mouth. It really
was gross. "You'd better watch your back around him. He's out for blood,
your blood."

Rolling
his eyes Gohan turned back to the football jocks with their usual crowd of
girls cheering them on from the sidelines. He had been noticing how Chaz really did his best to act all macho when Stephanie
was around. This seemed to be happening at the moment while she and Angie were
talking to a large group of their friends over near the oval.

"I
don't understand it." Gohan said after a short silence between them.

"What?"
Sharpener asked not turning as he was still fully focused on his lunch.

"Why
she would be hanging out with me when it's obvious BOZO over there is
all over her. Is she using me to get to him?" Gohan frowned
crushing the empty can in his closed fist before tossing it in the nearest bin
several metres from where they were sitting. Bullseye.
He silently cheered himself impressed he could reach that far.

Sharpener
looked up from eating. "Huh?" he mumbled frowning. His best friend
could be so dense at times. "What planet are you from? She's HOT for you.
She wants you bad dude. Angie told me. Remember?"

Gohan
settled back against the tree trunk once more, getting comfortable. "Yeah,
I remember. But it just seems a little too fishy for me."

"That's
because you don't see it. You're always putting yourself down."

Gohan
frowned. It was too close to the truth for him he thought as he ripped at the
grass by his side. "Well, I wish she'd drop it." He grumbled. She was
complicating things and confusing him.

Sharpener
couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're telling me after what she
did yesterday. That you don't want any of that?" He pointed over to the
girls, "She's hot man. I mean if I didn't already have Angie I would so be
all over that, but she's out of my league." Sharpener sighed dramatically.
Stephanie was just that much more above Angie and everyone knew it, but the
girls were tight like sisters, Siamese twins sister at
that. Stephanie with her stunning green eyes and long brunette hair and that
perfectly tanned skin. She was exotic, he thought, with her father's Spanish
heritage and as for Angie, in comparison to that of her friend, had her
blondish brunette hair dark brown eyes, pale completion.

Gohan
leaned forward with both arms resting loosely on his knees and chewed on a grass
stem he had plucked from the ground. Dark predator like eyes watched
Stephanie's every move blinking some when his locks blew across his vision. He
thought about his encounter with her when she had stolen that kiss from him. It
wasn't the first time this had popped into his head since it had happened, and
it wasn't like the first kiss he had ever had either. It confused him. As a
rule, girls never really did anything for him. They still didn't, but that was because
none had kissed him as passionately as Stephanie Hamilton and certainly not in
front of, what felt like, the whole school.

It
did arouse some thoughts he wouldn't normally be entertaining. Harris still had
what it took to get him off, but realistically that was never going to happen.
On the other hand Stephanie was here and offering. He didn't know what to think
or why he was even entertaining these ideas. He was getting restless of late, horny
would be another word used, but that would be understatement. His dreams seemed
to be stimulating some very wild and bizarre fantasy that bordered on the lines
of a werewolf movie, violent and brutal at times. This thing with Stephanie was
stirring something within that terrified him. It didn't feel human at all.

"Hey�
GC!" Sharpener called again but louder. "We're
going to be late!"

Blinking
Gohan snapped from his thoughts. He squinted shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Huh?"

"The
bell dude� We're late for our class." Sharpener pointed over his
shoulder towards the buildings.

Gohan
sprung to his feet and dusted his jeans. He looked confused seeing hardly
anyone around. There were just a few remaining stragglers heading indoors. "Already?"

"You
spaced or something?"

"No.
I just�ah, forget it. Where are the girls?" he asked reaching down to
snatch up his backpack.

Sharpener
laughed, patting him on the back. "They left already."

Confused
Gohan frowned. "They were here?"

"No.
They've been put in charge of organizing the dance, so they�re busy recruiting
their friends to help."

"The dance?" Gohan said eyes wide. Hell. "I
forgot all about it!"

Sharpener
heaved his bag over his shoulder as they both head over to E block.
"You're kidding, right?" he asked unsure whether to be appalled or
amused.

Gohan
glanced back over his shoulder at his friend. "It's not like I've had a
chance. I've been so caught up with work. I'm too tired to think of anything
else." He explained.

"Geez,
you really need to get your priorities in order." Sharpener remarked
shaking his head in dismay. "Now listen. It's really simple, man. Stephanie
is your first priority; number one on your list. Everything else comes last."
He explained as they both stepped into the building.

"Not
if you want me to keep driving you to school it doesn't." Gohan argued.
The truck was costing him fortune in fuel and maintenance. If he didn't do all
the repairs himself it would be costing him even more. Repairs, is exactly what
he knew he would be doing this weekend. He knew where his old man would be and
that's at the pub like normal. That or fishing with his friend Don. Gohan
didn't care as long as it kept him out of his hair.

"Mr
Collins. Mr Sullivan! I assume you both have a class to go to?"
Principle Fisher's voice boomed startling them both. Both boys jumped slightly
embarrassed of being caught unawares.

"Yes
sir." Sharpener was quick to reply. Through rebellious eyes Gohan watch
the tall lanky man with his dark rim glass look down at them like they were
nothing more than hoodlums.

"Well
then, I suggest the two of you get there before I put you both on detention
this afternoon." Fisher threatened. Both boys turned and hurried away
leaving the man to fuss over one of the many proud school photos that framed
the entrance.

"Prick!" Gohan snapped rounding the corner and seeing the
stairwell insight.

"Fucker!" Sharpener growled as they both started to sprint up the steps
two at time before heading down the hall until they reached their class.

On
entering the unnaturally quiet room they cringed, "Mr Collins. Mr
Sullivan... You're late!"

Not
again.

...

"You
know, I hate school." Sharpener bitched, and not for the first time that
afternoon. "I really hate it."

"So
you keep telling me." Gohan smirked pulling up alongside his friend's
apartments. "You've only got tomorrow then you a free man." He
reminded him.

"True.
Tomorrow night do you wanna come with me and Angie to
the flicks?" Sharpener asked looking hopefully, maybe a little too
hopefully.

Gohan
laughed. "I don't think so. Three�s a-" his eyes narrowed quickly seeing
through his friend with the odd expression Sharpener was pulling. "NO! No-no-no-no and NO!"

"Aww...come on!" Sharpener whined. "It will be
great the four of us. Pleeeeease! I promised them you
would."

"Well
then you've got a problem, because it isn't going be happening!" Gohan growled, flatly refusing. "I've got
a date already with this baby." he all but purred patting the
steering wheel affectionately.

"Oh
come off it! Stephanie wants you bad." Gohan frowned
deepened. Something inside of him wanted this.

He
was fighting it. "No�.look... I don't know. I've gotta
go, dad's waiting."

Smiling and feeling fairly confident that he could
persuade Gohan into going with them. "Okay, I'll seeya later
then. I'll pop around."

"Yeah, sure." Gohan mumbled sounding less than
enthusiastic than his friend. He recognised all too well that sparkle in
Sharpener�s eyes, believing he was close to achieving his goal. Sighing, Gohan waited
for his friend to close the door.

"Catchya!" Sharpener waved happily. With a short
nod Gohan shifted into gear and waved before taken off again. He wasn't
impressed with his friend and even less so with himself.

By
the end of each evening Gohan was left feeling exhausted driving everyone to
and fro. That combined with the ever mounting schoolwork and working back at
the steelyards, something had to give.

He
would be pleased when the weekend finally arrived. Then he would be able to
make up for all that schoolwork he hadn't been able to catch up on. That and
working on the truck was making for a full weekend, and it looked like the movies
with Stephanie was also on the cards. That�s if Sharpener had his way and Gohan
knew he would.

Maybe,
he could pretend to be sick, real sick with the flu or something. It would have
to be convincing. It could work, but then his face dropped, knowing full well
Sharpener would see right through his ruse. Frowning, he wouldn�t put it past
his friend to just rock up and drag him from his room if need be. No doubt with
a foul tasting bottle of cough mixture in hand just to teach him a
lesson.

Sharpener
really has it bad for Angie and would do anything to keep her on good terms
with him.

Traitor.

TBC

A/N: A BIG thanks to my editor
Vegeta-sire ;)

Hey, thanks Macha! ;)

In future chapters there will
be flashbacks and you�ll get to find out why Chichi choose the life she did
with a little help from a friend ;)� And
you right, this AU there will be quite a few changers. For one, Gohan wasn�t
there to befriend Piccolo and mellow him down. Then there�s poor Raditz who never got around to kidnapping his nephew so it should be interesting when all the
pieces come together.� There is a few
other changes I won�t say I�ll let you guy figure them out ;) Don�t worry we�ll
get around to the Z team. ;)

In writing this story my hope was
to show the transaction from what Gohan�s life was like to the point when the shit it�s the fan .

Well, I hoped you guys enjoyed
it! ;)
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