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Waiting in the shadows	By : MolkosWhore Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1048 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: This is just fiction, product of a bored mind.
This fic is inspired by the Song"In the Shadows" written and performed by The Rasmus..but ist no songfic at all.
Many thanks to LindaG for beta reading^__^Im happy you didnt go crazy by that many mistakes i made ^_~
Waiting in the shadows
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The first day after summer break was always the same. Nothing had changed at college. This was the beginning of the second semester. For some people it would again be a nice time, for others, for those who stood in the shadows, it would be near hell again. So it would probably be for a certain small black-haired guy, eyes coloured with black mascara, skin pale, body thin.
He sat alone in the cafeteria, eating his lunch, reading in a small, well-used book. The students around him did not recognize this lonely figure, indeed they were busily chatting with their table neigbours, their friends.
This didn't bother the guy reading the book, he was used to it. Since high school he'd been the lonely one, the one without friends, the one who was different, in interests and style. He knew that even in college the gossip about him being gay went its rounds amazingly fast. He didn't care about that, either. People always jumped to conclusions from some seemingly strange behaviour. Just because Darren chose drama and literature as subjects, that made him a faggot for the whole college.
Maybe he was gay. He'd only dated one guy in his life, and that was two years ago. He'd thought it was love, but mostly it had just been pain. Pain which took him away from the world into the loneliness of the shadows. No one could come close to him this way, so no one could ever hurt him again....
Darren got up suddenly. He wanted to leave all these people behind. He told himself that his next class, History, would start soon. He wanted to get there early so he could choose his hideaway in one of the back rows, near the window. No one would recognize him there, so he would be on his own again.
First he was, too. With ten minutes to spare. That was enough time to read a few paragraphs in his book, a seldom read work by Shakespeare. He didn't get to read much, though, because the freaks of the basketball team apparently had the same history course, too. There were just five guys, barely half the team, but they were louder than two teams at a game.
To Darren's misfortune, one of these guys remembered him from the last year's school play. Normally none of the students watched the annual school plays, mostly it was just teachers and the parents of the actors. But this guy had been there, too, with what seemed like his girlfriend. Darren knew the girl. She was in his literature class, that's why she had seemed to be interested in the school play, too.
"Well, look who we have here! The little faggot did make it till the sd sed semester," the guy greeted him coolly, full of antagonism.
Darren looked up, his expression stone cold, his shiny blue eyes without any sign of hurt. If he showed the pain the comment caused, he would never hear the end of them. Robert, the star player of the basketball team, stood sneering down at him.
"I notice you and your girlfriend weren't together long. A pity. She finally figure you out for the shallow freak you are?" Darren's tone was icy, his blue eyes clashed with Robert's brown.
Darren wanted to attack, but quickly realized that was a mistake. Rober grabbed him quickly and and hard by the collar of his black shirt. Unexpectedly fast, he pulled Darren off balance and held him high, until Darren could feel the hot breath of his attacker on his face.
The stronger guy didn't give him any space to free himself, indeed he whispered in a husky voice: "Watch what you're saying, damn queer, or I'll make your life here hell! Got it?" He shook Darren to make his point. "You got it, faggot?!!" he said a little louder.
Darren stayed silent, his eyes still with no sign of fear. But that was just the outside. Inside, Darren's heart ached with every single word the basketball player said. But this side he showed no one, no one would ever know how much it hurt.
Deadly silence filled the space between the two guys, until one guy from behind said: "Come on Robert, I think you made your point clear to him. Let him go."
It was a soft voice. Darren looked toward the speaker. It was another basketball player. He had spiky brown hair, decorated with gel. His green eyes looked deep down into Darren's soul. He thought he saw concern in the green depths, but quickly dismissed such thoughts. No, no one ever would care for him, especially not a member of the school basketball team.
However, Robert let Darren go with a final deadly glare. After that, he turned around to his comrades, and they themselves on a back row at the other side of the room.
Darren watched, deep in thought, out the window as the teacher droned on about something that had been covered ad-nauseum the previous semester. Soon he felt a gaze upon him, and shyly turned his head. The guy with the green eyes, who had actually saved him, stared at him with an intense gaze; but as soon as Darren returned the gaze, the angelic beauty looked away and started to chat with his friends.
Darren's eyes grew sad, and he went back to looking out the window. He didn't care that the class had filled now and that the last row, where he sat, was still empty. No one wanted to sit near him, near the weird faggot.
When the lesson finally ended, the whole class ran out in a hurry, even the freaks of the basketball team were gone soon. Darren still sat in his place. He was in no hurry to get out. His next class was gym, always an embarrassment for him. It was no secret that he was no good in sports. He was too thin, with no real muscle. He wasn't fast and he just didn't care for sports. Slowly he packed his things together and made his way to the gym. He was the last one, of course. The other students were already dressed and on the court. Darren feared this class most of all. But in the end there was no choice. Slowly he made his way to the locker room.
Great... Your favorite sport is being practiced today...
The guys were already playing basketball. Among them were Robert and the other freaks. The coach decided to put Darren in the opposite team from his rivals.
Could it get any better, Hayes?
Again Darren felt a gaze upon his back. He turned around, and again he saw the angelic green eyes.
Why is this guy always watching me? Why does he show me so much attention? No one ever did that before, no one ever will.
Maybe he just was a pawn in a game, because Darren couldn't imagine that this guy had any interests in guys. No way that someone like him could be gay.
This time it was Darren who broke the eye contact. Even if he didn't like the game, he had to pay attention when the coach blew his whistle.
Even though Darren never had the ball, he always had Robert around him. Darren soon realized why...
"Foul!!!"
The game stopped a moment. Darren laid on the court, holding his stomach. Robert had fouled him, hit him hard in the stomach with his elbow. Darren lost his breath for a moment, but no matter how bad it hurt, he stood up soon after the attack. With pain filled eyes he talked with the coach.
"Robert wasn't at fault, it was me, sorry."
The coach gladly believed that, even though it was clear the opposite had happened. Robert was the star player, and Darren just a geeky, weird guy. So the game went on. Soon after the first attack, Robert kicked Darren in the leg, not on purpose he said. The coach decided to put Darren out of the game. Darren wasn't disappointed about that. As he limped off the floor, he took one look back and he saw the cruel sneer on Robert's face. Robert blew a kiss towards Darren, but he only turned around and stumbled into the locker room.
He dressed quickly. Adrenaline kept him from noticing how badly his leg hurt. It wasn't until he had finished dressing that he settled himself down in front of his locker, pulled his aching leg to his chest and held it gingerly.
Great day...couldn't get any worse.
He mentally slapped himself for being so stupid as to try and attack Robert. This was just the beginning, Darren knew. Deep in thought, he didn't hear footsteps coming close to him.
"Hey, you rig right?"
Darren heard the soft voice from that morning. He spun off the bench, scared, only to stand face to face with the green-eyed beauty. It took Darren moments to realize that this was reality and that he must expect an answer.
"Yes, everything's fine," he finally answered, lowering his head shyly.
"Oh...I didn't introduce myself. I'm Daniel, Daniel Jones, and I hope Robert didn't treat you too badly...um..."
"Darren, Darren Hayes," came his short answer. He was lost in Daniel's eyes once more, before loud voices came near. The class seemed to be over, so Darren furiously got his things together.
"I...um...I've to go. Important lesson now," he smiled again, shy and uneasy.
Daniel just nodded. He watched the way Darren's body moved as he turned around and left. His gaze followed Darren, and lingered in that direction even after he was out of sight, until he was interrupted by the loud voices of his teammates, especially Robert.
"Where's that little faggot gone? Went home to cry at mommy's neck?"
With that, Robert laughed loudly, and all his mates laughed with him. All but Daniel. He remained silent and went to his locker. A hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
"Hey Daniel, college is over for today, wanna come with us and check out some nice girls?" his other mate, Sam, asked cheerfully.
Daniel closed his locker and shook his head. He excused himself, as having appointments to keep. His friends didn't ask further. Daniel was used to that superficial behaviour. Today he was actually glad for it. Now he could do what he wanted, without being bothered by curious questions. He left the gymnasium and thought about Darren's words. He had still a class. There were no classes at this time, except drama.
Yeah, that's it. This cute guy attend drama. Daniel smiled mentally about how that fit Darren. Silently he made his way to the drama class room. Now and then he turned his head, checking to be sure that no one followed him. All the hallways were empty. He knew where the room was, because he'd actually joined the drama club as well. But he had quickly given that up, mainly because he was a bad actor, but also because it conflicted with the sports he preferred to play. Silently he opened one of the big doors and got a view into the room....
tbc
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