Title: The Nerd and the Jock

Summary: Brian is a popular jock at his school. Justin is the new student and is openly gay and a nerd.

Possible M-preg, haven't decided yet.

Chapter 1

Justin had just entered a different high school. It was a public school and he was used to private schools all his life. So it was new to him. Justin figured it didn't matter what school he went to. He would always be known as the gay nerd. He knew nothing was going to change. Although he had his parents, they were always working so he didn't have anyone. He has always been alone since fourth grade. He was friends with everyone then they all turned their back on him and Justin doesn't know why. In fifth grade, Justin had decided he couldn't take it anymore and one night, he took a razor blade and cut himself. He felt a rush go through him and he felt good and it made him feel better. Justin would do it whenever he felt the urge, which was every day. He continues to cut himself to this day. It still gives him that great feeling he felt the first time.

Justin walked through the doors to the high school. It was his first official day. He looked at his schedule and saw that he had Algebra honors first. He may be only a freshman, but he's damn smart. It was in room 325. He figured the room would be on the third floor, so he went up to the third floor. Justin searched for the room, and it must have been 5 or so minutes when he finally found the room. He walked in and everyone looked at him. "I-I'm sorry. I-I couldn't f-find the room," Justin told the teacher.

"It's okay," the teacher told him. After introducing Justin to the class he took a seat in the back corner of the classroom. The teacher gave him a textbook and the worksheets they were working on. He looked at what they were working on. I already did this. Justin thought. He started doing the worksheets and by the end of class, he was finished and handed the worksheets to the teacher. Before the teacher could say anything to him, he walked out and looked at his schedule. He had Chemistry next in room 115. Justin went down to the first floor and started walking down the hall to look for his class. Out of nowhere, he felt someone push him into the lockers. It made him fall on the floor. The person who pushed Justin turned to his friends and said, "This is the gay nerd I was telling you about. My cousin went to school with him." He and his friends laughed and walked away saying insults to Justin. Justin just got up and walked to the bathroom. He went into a stall and closed and locked the door. He sat down, with his back to the side of the stall. He opened his backpack and took out a container. Justin opened it and took out what he needed. He grabbed the razor blade and put it against his arm. He pushed the razor blade and dragged it across his skin.

5 Minutes Later

Justin heard the bell for class and hurried to put everything back in his backpack and clean and bandage his arm. After pulling his sweatshirt sleeve down, Justin put his backpack on and left the bathroom. It took him five minutes to find the classroom and when he walked in everyone looked at him. He told the teacher he couldn't find the classroom and sat in the only seat open, which was in the back and next to a handsome brunet. The teacher was talking all through the period and everyone was taking notes. Justin and the guy he was sitting next would glance at each other from time to time.

It was five minutes before the class ended when the teacher made an announcement. "For your mid-term you have to do a project. You can do the project individually or with one other person. I will go into detail tomorrow." Everyone started talking again. Justin just sat in his seat with his head down.

"Do you want to do the project with me?" Justin heard someone ask him.

"Huh?" He said, looking up. It was the guy sitting next to him.

"Do you want to do the project together?"

"Um, sure, I guess." Justin doesn't really think about it. He just answers and looks back down.

"I'm Brian Kinney." Justin looks up again.

"Justin Taylor," he says quietly.

"Why did you say yes to working with me on the project? I mean, you don't even know me."

"I don't know. I just wasn't thinking about it. I just answered and didn't pay attention."

"Well you should pay attention. You could get into trouble when not paying attention," Brian joked. Justin didn't laugh at all. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem like it. I know we just met but you can talk to me if you need to."

"Thanks. I'll…um…think about it." The bell rang and before Justin got up, he let everyone else leave. When everyone walked out, Justin stood up, put on his backpack, and walked out of the classroom.

"Hey Justin." Justin was surprised to see Brian standing outside the classroom waiting for him.

"Um, hi."

"What's your next class?" Justin took out his schedule from his sweatshirt pocket, looked at it, and looked back up at Brian.

"Film Production."

"Really? Me too. Wanna walk with me?"

"Um, sure."

"How old are you Justin? You don't look like a junior or senior."

"Well, I'm not a senior. I'm 14."

"Wait, you're a freshman?"

"Yeah."

"Holy shit. Then what are you doing in Algebra honors and Chemistry?"

"I don't know. I just know things I guess."

"You're damn smart."

"You don't know me. How would you know if I'm smart or not?" Justin asked angrily.

"What's with the attitude all of a sudden?"
"Sorry, reflex."

"It's okay. Anyway, if you're a freshman, and you're in junior/senior classes then you must be really smart."

"Well, I don't know." Brian knew something was wrong with Justin. He was really shy and quiet and seemed closed off. Also, he was wearing a sweatshirt and it wasn't cold outside. Brian would eventually figure it out. He had to become friends with Justin first. And maybe more.

"Well you ARE smart Justin. So what do you like to do?"

"Do?"

"Yeah, like in your free time."

"I have plenty of free time," Justin mumbled to himself. Brian heard what he said.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you have plenty of free time?"

"Because my parents are always working and I have no friends. My parents don't make me do anything and I'm an only child."

"Well, now you have a friend. So what do you like to do?"

"I like to draw."

"Are you any good?"

"No. At least I don't think so."

"Would I be able to look at your drawings sometime?"

"Oh, um I don't know."

"Aw come on Justin." Brian said, smiling.

"Ok. So, um, what do you like to do?"

"I like to hang out with friends, play soccer, you know, the usual."

"Um, I don't know," Justin mumbled.

"Here we are," Brian said when they go to the classroom. They walked inside and Justin went to sit at the back of the room, in the corner. Brian followed him and they were sitting down next to each other.

"Why are you sitting next to me? Don't you already have a seat?"

"Yeah, but the teacher won't care if we move."

"But I'm sure you have friends you want to sit with."

"Only one but he'll probably move back here."

"I don't want to force you to move."

"Justin, I want to sit next to you. Okay?" Justin looked at Brian for a few moments before he answered.

"Okay." Brian turned his head toward the door and saw his friend walking toward him. When his friend got to him they hugged then sat down.

"Mikey, this is Justin. Justin this is Mikey."

"Hi Justin."

"Hi."

"He seems very shy," Mikey whispered.

"Yeah, I know. I can tell he's shy and insecure. I can also tell there's something wrong with him. It's like he wants to tell me something but he's holding back," Brian whispered back. "He doesn't even have any friends. I probably shouldn't tell you this but he said that his parents are always working. He doesn't even have his family. How fucked is that?"

"That is so fucked." They stopped whispering to each other and started talking to Justin. It was a minute later when the bell rang, indicating class was to start.

Throughout the day, Justin and Brian both figured out they have all their classes with each other. At the end of the day, Brian walked over to Justin and asked him, "Do you want to hang out with me and Mikey?"

"Oh um, I don't know."

"Come on Justin. It'll be fun."

"Okay." Justin followed Brian out to his car. Brian went to get in but stopped when he noticed Justin just standing there.

"Well are you gonna get in?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Brian and Justin got in the car. Brian started driving and there was an awkward silence between him and Justin. Finally, Brian broke the awkward silence.

"So, Justin, why are you starting school late? I mean, it's middle of October."

"I was in school but my parents moved and enrolled me in this school."

"Is this school different than your other schools?"

"Yeah. I went to private schools all my life so this is the first public school I've gone to."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"So do you like private school or public school better?"

"I've only been here one day so I'll have to get back to you on that." They both laughed and Justin realized that he was becoming too "loose" with Brian. I can't do that! Don't do that Justin! You will only get hurt! You can't depend on anyone! You can only depend on yourself! They will only stab you in the back! Justin thought. Silence fell upon Justin and Brian once again but it was a comfortable silence.

They arrived at Brian's house. Brian and Justin got out of the car and Justin followed Brian in the house. "Make yourself comfortable," Brian told Justin. Justin hesitated, but sat in the couch. Brian went into the kitchen and came back out with a bag of pretzels and bottles of water. "You hungry? I got pretzels."

"I'm not hungry."

"Justin, you didn't eat anything at lunch and I assume you didn't eat breakfast?"

"Yeah," Justin whispered.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I just don't." Brian noticed Justin was closing himself off.

"Justin, don't close yourself off. I want to be your friend and I want to help you. There must be something wrong. Is there something wrong?" Justin only nodded.

"Do you want to tell me?" Justin shook his head.

"You can talk to me Justin. I know you might not believe that but I'm here for you whenever you need me."

"Okay." Yeah right. He doesn't really mean that. He'll probably get me to trust him, so I will tell him what's going on and he'll just laugh about with his friends behind my back. Justin thought. I want to believe him but I also don't want to. I would like a friend but that won't happen. Brian seems like a decent guy. But he's probably just gonna try to be friends with me so that he can get a laugh out of my pain. But maybe he really means it. No he doesn't. Or maybe he does. I don't know what to do. Justin was having an internal battle in his head and it was giving him a headache. He wanted to go into the bathroom and cut his wrist so bad. But he didn't want Brian to be suspicious. He would just cut himself later.

"Justin, can you answer me one thing?"

"Sure."

"Are you anorexic?"

TBC

A/N: I had trouble with the beginning but I kind of like this story. I might make this an m-preg. I know I write a lot of m-preg but I enjoy writing it. Also, a lot of the things that Justin thinks is what I think and some things that Justin does is what I did or do. I'm not saying what. BTW, I don't know if this has any significance as to what I do/don't do but I'm a girl and I'm not gay, just Bi. So I'm not "the gay nerd" at school. But I am made fun of a lot. And I know it happens but just behind my back. Anyway, I know I'm rambling but I will stop now. Hope you enjoy!