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The school day seemed to fly by for both boys, and it was soon last period and they had history together. "Ryan, come here." Sharpay called just as Ryan was about to sit down in his usual seat at the front. Ryan shrugged and left his bag on the seat and headed back out of the door.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked, he didn't like that look in his sisters eye. He didn't like it at all. Sharpay stared at him for a few minutes, and then sighed.

"It's started," She said quietly. Ryan's face paled and he felt his insides shatter. "I heard one of them tell some one, and they showed the pictures and the film." Ryan definitely wanted to cry now. "I told them where to go, and to stop. The boys looks scared so I don't think they're going to do anything else."

"But they've showed people, people know." Ryan started to panic, his sister grabbed hold of his shoulders and told him to breath. He tried, remembering his breathing exercises, in and out... slowly... deeply. He nodded his head once he felt his body calm down.

"Mr Evans, the lesson is in here, not in the corridor." The teacher snapped as he walked into the class. Ryan hesitated before walking in. His sister sighed and headed to her class.

Ryan sat down silently, he pulled out his books and stared at the text though none of the writing was going in to his mind it all looked like jumbo. "Mr Evans." Ryan looked up, he had a feeling his teacher had asked him a question. "Well?" The teacher had asked him a question.

"I..."

"You weren't paying attention." The teacher sighed. "I trust everything is okay?" Ryan just nodded weakly. The teacher repeated the question and Ryan just stared at him, he had no idea what was going on around him and was pleased when the teacher gave up on him and moved the question to someone else. The day that seemed to fly by had slowed down dramatically and Ryan buried his head in his hands as he thought about what his sister told him.

They knew.

By the time this class finished, everyone outside those doors would know. Even though his sister had scared the boys, she wasn't as much of a monster she made her self to be. Everyone would know.

"Mr Evans, if you're not going to pay attention in the class, I don't see the point in you sitting in it." Ryan looked up and gulped. He had never been kicked out of a class before. "Go. Expect a letter home to your parents, and detention next Monday. Maybe you'll do the work better when forced."

Ryan picked his books up sheepishly and walked out of the class. "Ry!" Ryan stopped at the door and turned his head, he was surprised that Troy had called him. "Meet me at my truck." Ryan nodded, and headed out of the class.

Ryan wasn't too sure where he was going to go. He walked to his locker, he threw his books carelessly and sighed loudly. He looked up at the large clock on the hallway wall and smiled, ten to three he only had ten minutes to wait around. He headed out into the parking lot, it was empty and he liked it that way. He tried Troy's truck door and sighed when they were locked. Even though the crime rate wasn't really that high at the school, he wondered why Troy would even bother to lock the doors. It wasn't as though the thieves would get very far in the blue truck. It would probably break down before it reached the parking lot exit.

He sighed and pulled himself up into the truck, he sat on the wooden surface he felt protected as he leaned against the metal surroundings. He sighed, what happened in history was going to make more people talk about him now.

He didn't care that people knew he was gay, as he hadn't officially came out everyone sort of just guessed, and that didn't bother him because no one said anything to him. But he knew it would be different when people saw it. There would be comments as he walked down the corridors, looks as he spoke to boys. He didn't even want to think what gym would be like.

He was knocked out of his thoughts when he noticed Troy walking up to him. He jumped out of the truck and smiled awkwardly at Troy. "You okay?" Troy asked as he placed a hand on his arm, the friendly gesture made Ryan's stomach melt.

"They..."

"Oh look the fag has a boyfriend!" A boy laughed as he walked past. Ryan gulped and moved away from Troy.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Troy shouted as he headed over to the boys.

"Troy, leave it... please." Ryan said, but Troy made no effort to hear him.

"Yeah Troy, listen to your boyfriend!" Ryan blinked and in that moment his eyes were closed, Troy had punched the boy hard in his face.

"Troy!" Ryan shouted. It scared him to see Troy so violent. Troy was meant to be everything good in his world, smiles and hearts not punches and fist fights. "Troy take me home, now!"

Troy seemed to snap out of his anger and stared at Ryan, who had tears in his eyes. Troy nodded and opened the door for Ryan who got in quickly and stared out the window as more people seemed to gather around the truck and the obnoxious boy. Troy started the engine, and they drove out of the school parking lot. "Ryan..."

"Don't," Ryan snapped. "I told you to leave it."

"I couldn't... he was being..."

"Mean and a complete and utter dick. But now everyone is going to talk about you defending me and people are going to talk even more."

"I'm sorry," Troy sighed. Ryan didn't sat anything. "Do you want me to drop you off at yours?"

"I... I want to stay with you for a little while," Ryan said quietly, his voice unsure.

"You do?" Troy beamed, he had thought he had screwed everything up.

"I feel safe around you." Ryan said and stared out of the window. Troy felt his cheeks burn horribly and was glad Ryan wasn't looking at him. Troy drove them back to his house, he didn't see his parents car in the drive and smiled; he had the house to himself.

Troy and Ryan entered the house and Ryan looked around and smiled. "Not as big or fabulous as your house..."

"I love it." Ryan grinned, he stared at the photos that cluttered the walls and shelves. "My house isn't... it's big and bulky and it doesn't feel like home. We don't have photos on the wall, nothing personal just trophies and everything that represents the money my father earns. But this, it's beautiful." Ryan blushed as the words spilled from his mouth.

"So are you," Troy said quietly. He hadn't realised what he had said until he noticed Ryan blushing.

"Is your hand sore?" Ryan asked as he walked over to Troy, he hadn't realised he had been standing in the doorway. Once he was close enough to Troy he picked up his hand and held it in his pale palm. He ran his fingers over the swollen knuckles and sighed. "You got any ice?"

"Kitchen." Troy smiled. The feeling of Ryan's fingers running over his made his skin shiver with excitement. Troy linked his fingers with Ryan the best he could, and they walked towards the kitchen. Ryan found the freezer and opened it, picking out some ice from one of the trays, he grabbed a cloth from the side and wrapped the ice in it. Troy sat up on the counter top, and Ryan walked over to him.

Troy flinched as the cold cloth came in contact with his burning fingers, but then Ryan's warm hands were touching his skin again and all he could focus on was the simple touch. They held each other's gaze for a while, and Troy was pretty sure that he was going to lean in and kiss Ryan, but the front door opened and his mum was calling for help with the shopping and Ryan was already out of the kitchen. Troy sighed and stared at his hands.

"I'm falling for Ryan," he thought with a smile. He stared at his hands and grinned. "I've fallen for Ryan." `