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So, it's getting late.

BUT NO FEAR, I HAVE A MONSTER REHAB.

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Jayy

I sat just outside the perimeter of the football field. People were already showing up for the game, but it didn't start for another hour and the football players were still practicing.

I hated being here, and most of all I hated that David wasn't here yet. We'd only been friends for two days, which hadn't exactly started off so lovely, but he was the first friend I'd had in a long time. For once, I felt like I wasn't the freak of nature, although compared to him I was freakishly tall. But David and I both had similar pasts and we had both struggled with bullies. We got along really well, too.

"Jayy!" I peeked up from where I was staring to see David getting out of a truck in a Misfit's t-shirt and a pair of cheetah print shorts. Damn, he was out there. The truck drove off and he waved happily as he made his way towards me.

"Finally," I smiled back. "Not like I've been here half an hour or anything."

"We were told to be here at five." David glanced at his phone. "It's five."

"So we should probably get down to the field..." I said, starting towards it.

David had started to say something as we made our way down the bleacher stairs, but suddenly my shoulder bumped with someone else's. A couple books fell down onto the stairs and my human reaction was to quickly reach down and start picking them up but just as I did that, I bumped foreheads with someone. I looked up to see the most beautiful person I'd ever met just kneeling there, staring back at me.

He had sandy blonde hair and mossy green eyes. His lips were thin but full and tilted up in a smile. "Alexander." His voice came out smooth and deep, and it made my knee's weak. I almost couldn't speak, but I forced myself to let out a weak little "Jayy," back.

I quickly scooped up his books and handed them to him, still staring into his eyes. "Thank you, Jayy." He said, still smiling. "Are you new here?" There was an accent... It was faint, but a tad of a British could be found, and my god, was it sexy.

I nodded quickly. "Y-yeah. First year."

"It's nice to meet you. I'd offer to show you around but I see that you've got that taken care of."

"Oh, uh,"

"Hey towel boys!" Kendall's voice rose over mine, and my face got hot.

"Oh, you're on the team?"

"No. No, no, no, no, no." I shook my hands in front of me. "David and I got into some trouble the first day and, well, this is our punishment."

"Oh, a bad boy, huh?" Alexander smiled flirtatiously. "Cute. Well, I'll see you around."

"Uh, yeah. You will." I smiled one last time as David dragged me down the stairs.

"Jayy's got a crush!" David taunted.

I glared evily. "Shut up, I do not."

"Alexaaaander!"

"Just because we've only known each other two days doesn't mean I won't kill you, dude."

"Jayy and Alex sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,"

"That's it." I punched David's arm hard. He responded by wincing and glaring. I smiled. "What'd you expect me to do? Be nice?"

"Towel boys, get to work. We need you to check all the water bottles and hand a towel to all the players as they leave the field."

I sighed. "It could be worse."

"I really hope you didn't just jinx us." David sent me a death glare, but I just smiled like an innocent little fucker.

The game had ended. David had left already, being picked up more than fifteen minutes ago. But I stayed behind. I didn't want to go home. I knew that the moment I went home, things would be bad.

My parents divorced a while back, and I was in custody of my mom for a long time. But a few things happened that made the lawyers double-think giving her custody, so they decided to give my dad a go. I hadn't even spoken to him in three years. He didn't know who I was anymore. The moment I got to his run down little house with my bags, it was like he was fostering an animal, not the son he'd helped create.

He gave me a room and told me he didn't like people bothering him when he was watching tv. He didn't cook. He didn't clean. The house was a pigsty everywhere but my room. It was like he was caging me. So for the remainder of the summer since I'd gotten there, up until now, I'd spent every moment I possibly could away from home. I'd leave for school early, come home late. He didn't seem to notice. I had a feeling he forgot I was even there.

I sighed and pulled a cigarette out of my jean pocket. Lighting it, I slowly took a hit, holding in the nicotine and letting it out in a slow manor. The chill of the cancer stick calmed my nerves. I felt my tensed body start to relax against the cold stone wall that surrounded most of the school. I thought it was silly that they protected it that way. Walls were easy to climb over.

I couldn't believe that we'd actually gone that whole game without getting too much crap from people. An occasional football player would call us faggots, but that was about it tonight.

I was just starting to think that the bullying might die down when I heard Kendall's voice, loud and clear. "Hey queer, you as homeless as you are gay?"

I shut my eyes and took another drag. I wouldn't respond. Responding to that douche bag was what got us here in the first place.

"Oh, I get it. Cat's got your tongue. Or maybe your mouth is just worn out from all the blow jobs you give."

Another drag and my fists clenched.

Their laughing surrounded me. I wouldn't open my eyes, but I knew what was going on. There were four, maybe five of them gathering around me and laughing. They started to make remarks about my clothing, about how skinny I was or the fact that I had a more girlish figure. They were closing in.

I felt one of them push me. It was rough, and my head hit the stone wall hard but I still wouldn't open my eyes. Don't fight back Jayy. Don't do it.

"Hey faggot, why don't you try hitting back? Or are you too scared to break a nail?" Kendall laughed mockingly, and suddenly it was like they were all pushing me. I was stumbling. The moment I'd think I could stand straight, another set of hands would push me. I was their football.

"Kendall!" The voice was beautiful. I opened my eyes. Surrounding me were a group of football players with cocky grins and evil in their eyes that were still in their jerseys. "Leave him alone."

Alexander marched up and pushed Kendall away from me. "And what do you think you can do about it?"

He glared at Kendall. "Well, I can tell your mom you were beating up some poor kid."

"Like she'd believe it."

"Good thing I took a video for proof." Alexander grinned sarcastically at him.

Kendall's eyes darted from him to the other boys, and they quickly retreated. When all was quiet again, I had to ask, "You'll tell his mom? How third grade is that?"

Alexander laughed. "His mom is my step mom and she can be brutal with punishment."

"Wait, you're related to that asshole?"

"Sadly." Alexander shrugged. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and I melted. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you too bad, right?"

I laughed slightly. "No, no. I'm okay."

"Good. You've got too cute of a face, I wouldn't want to see it ruined by my douche bag step brother."

My whole face got hot. Keep composure. Keep composure! "Well, thank you. I'll uh, see you around."

"I sure hope so." Alexander smiled and walked away from me. I quickly pulled out my cell phone and texted David.

TO: David Torres

MSG: I hate u

FROM: David Torres

MSG: What? Why?

TO: David Torres

MSG: Cuz... u were right.

Lalala. Yeah, so uh. I know that the whole dad thing isn't true(as far as I know! o.o) but I like to shake things up.

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