Simon was sitting in English class watching Bram takes notes on the assignment he was supposed to be paying attention to. He knew he should be paying attention, but he couldn't help watching Bram's eyes narrow in concentration and his grip tighten on his pencil every time Mr. Wise said something seemingly important. It also didn't help that Bram's foot was slightly touching Simon's leg, so Simon already gave up.

If it was up to Simon, he would stay in this position forever, just watching Bram, but Simon also knew that after English he would actually be able to have a conversation with his boyfriend, so he was torn. After many hours, or was it minutes, the bell finally rang, and Bram jumped in surprise while Simon laughed at him, "Lost track of time?" Simon said at Bram, who blushed slightly, "Very funny." Bram responded, rolling his eyes and putting his books in his bag.

Simon walked next to Bram as they exited the classroom and looked down the hallway, then turned and gave him a quick peck on the lips, "See you at lunch." He said, turning to walk away. Bram nodded and started to walk to his Algebra class, where he knew all he was going to think about were Simon's gray eyes.

Later in the day, after school ended , Bram was at his locker waiting for Simon, who was already 5 minutes late. He checked his phone for any texts, but there were no notifications.

Where are you? Bram texted, shutting his phone off as Leah, Abby, Garrett, and Nick made their way over to his locker.

"Hey dude." Garrett said, patting Bram on the back as he smiled in response. Abby locked around, "Where's Simon? You guys were late to our daily lobby meeting." She said jokingly, hints of concern lining her voice.

"Not sure, he was supposed to be here, but he isn't answering his texts." Bram said, starting to get worried. He was sure that if Simon weren't here then he would at least be with Leah, Abby, or Nick, all of whom were standing in front of him.

"Let's just make our way over to the parking lot, he's probably waiting by your car lover boy." Nick said, snaking his arm around Abby's waist as they all walked towards the exit doors. Bram blushed at being addressed as 'lover boy.' Even though he has been dating Simon for a while now, it still made his heart flutter when people acknowledged it, in the best way possible.

Simon knew Bram was waiting for him. Actually, Simon knew that all his friends were waiting for him. He couldn't help it that he left his history homework in Bram's car on the way to school and his teacher made him get it at the end of the period. However this was not the reason he was being held up. When Simon shut the door to Bram's car and locked it with the spare key Bram gave him, (Simon rolled his eyes, of course Bram knew he would forget his homework in his car), someone shoved him to the ground.

"Look what we have here, Mason." said the voice who pushed him. Simon looked up to see two football players, towering over him.

"It's the fag!" the other guy, most likely Mason, Simon thought, grinned in delight. Simon quickly got onto his feet and backed up, but it was just his luck that Bram's car was in the way of his escape.

"What do you want?" Simon muttered, diverting his eyes and looking at the school. He heard the last bell ring, and knew Bram was probably at his locker, and that his friends were probably in the lobby.

"What do we want?" The first jock said, Simon now recognized him as Chris, he started moving towards Simon who had no where to go. "We want to feel safe in an environment where we know pervs like you aren't attracted to us." Grinning evilly, he nudged Mason.

"Yea, I'm definitely the threat here. And I'm definitely attracted to you." Simon retorted, his surge of confidence came unexpectedly, and he knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment he came out of his mouth. Mason and Chris' smiles, no matter how ill intended and fake they were, disappeared. Mason grabbed the back of Simon's head and slammed it into the car, while Chris kicked him in the stomach.

Simon doubled over, dropping his history homework, and his eyesight went black for a millisecond. He became extremely dizzy and could barely hear the words that the two football players were saying to him. For moments, all he could feel was pain coming from all different parts of his body. He felt Chris kicking his legs, and Mason grabbing his throat. The gravel was cutting into his skin and the smell of Bram's car tires pressing against his nose. Unsurprisingly, they didn't smell like Bram, which is all Simon wanted right now.

"Please," he gasped, looking up and seeing the two guys, "Stop, I'm sorry." He felt tears on his cheeks, but couldn't feel them coming from his eyes. Mason and Chris said something back to him, but the pain didn't stop.

Bram.

Simon could only try to call out for his boyfriend, but he knew he wasn't loud enough, and he knew that Bram wasn't close enough. His voice strained anyway, and as he lay in the parking lot he thought he imagined the five figures of his friends running towards him.

Leah asked Bram where his car was parked, and Bram quickly scanned the parking lot until his eyes landed on what he was looking for. His heart sunk when he didn't see Simon, but two other people caught his eye.

"Um, what are Chris Selten and Mason Dartwell doing by your car?" Garret asked, as confused as everyone else.

"I hate those guys," Leah said, scrunching up her nose, "They're douchebags, they always yell stuff at Simon." Abby nodded in disgust and agreement with Leah, her fist clenching as they walked nearer to the car. The group of five were going as slow as possible in hopes that the two jocks would leave before they got there. At the mention of Simon's name, Bram turned his head

"Simon? He gets bullied?" Bram questioned, his heart sinking even deeper. Simon never told him that, and it started to make sense why Simon would always sneak kisses and avoid certain people whenever they were in the hallway.

Abby and Leah shot glances at each other and nodded nervously. Knowing they accidentally told Bram something they weren't supposed to, clearly Simon was keeping it a secret. Bram was about to continue when he heard the faint cough of his boyfriend, however it sounded more like a choking sound, and when Bram looked around he couldn't see him.

"Wha-" Bram started, but was shushed by Nick quickly.

They drew nearer to the car and heard it clear as day.

"Bram" Simon was clearly attempting to scream, but it wasn't loud. The voice was full of pain and suffering, and quiet even though Bram was sure it was as loud as his boyfriend could. Bram averted his gaze towards the floor of the parking lot, and saw Simon's eyes barley open at the side of his car, still a good distance away.

Bram immediately broke into run, everyone following close behind, and rounded the corner as Mason landed another kick and Chris grabbed Simon's shirt and was listing him off the ground a couple of inches. "Fag." Bram heard him say, dropping him back down. Simon let out a gasp of pain. Bram's heart shattered.

Simon was bruised and bloodied. His head looked wet and dark, his blonde hair mixed with red, and his glasses were broken. His shirt was ripped and his breathing was shallow. Bram almost ran to his side. Almost

"What the fuck?!" Bram yelled. Mason and Chris' head shot up and relaxed when they saw the group they were dealing with.

"Oh," Mason started, "Just dealing with the gay kid." He smiled, clearly not knowing the group consisted of Simon's best friends, and his boyfriend. Bram took two strides forward and punched him in the face. Nick was about to do the same to Chris, when Chris grabbed Mason and sprinted away. "Fucking assholes!" Nick and Abby both screamed.

Bram then fell to the ground next to Simon, who was still flinching and gasping with every breath. "Simon!" Bram said frantically, "I'm here, I'm here, are you okay? Of course you're not okay. What the fuck. Holy shit. Simon!" Bram couldn't catch a breath. He lifted Simon's head gently and carefully into his lap and started sobbing.

Simon leaned into his touch and relaxed a little, his eyes closing slowly.

"Bram." He whispered, the name still new on his lips, Bram couldn't help but smile a little, but it didn't last long.

"Fuck. We have to get him to a hospital." Leah said immediately. The boys hoisted Simon into the backseat of Bram's car, where they all piled in. Bram let Abby drive while he stayed in the back holding Simon close to him. Leah called Simon's family and explained the situation.

Oh Simon, why didn't you tell me. Bram thought as Simon's hand sqeeuzed his fingers. They pulled into the hospital parking lot and gave Simon to the doctors ready to treat him. Quietly, they all sat down in the waiting room and waited, because that was all they could do.

Hope you guys liked this little story! Not sure if i should do a part two but let me know if you think i should!