J.T

"You use protection right?"

Daphne rolls her eyes.

"Duh, of course we do."

"Why am I even talking to you about your sex life? It's making me sick."

Daphne snorts and continues rambling on about how much she loves Derek and how she's convinced that the two of them are "soulmates." Honestly – she never shuts up about him. I keep my eyes open for Brian who has become something of a friend of mine. After the first day of school we had continued sitting next to each other in every class, eating lunch together along with Daphne and Derek, and, yeah, I'd say we're friends a month later after our first meeting. Daphne nudges me in the side with her elbow as we enter the literature classroom.

"You want him don't you?"

"What are you talking about? Derek's straight."

"You and I both know that I'm not talking about Derek. We both know that I'm talking about a certain hottie that's walking towards us right about…now."

As soon as the word 'now' is out of her mouth Brian strides into the room. It never ceases to amaze me that Daphne is such a lucky guesser as to when Brian's close by. I roll my eyes over at her. "I don't think so, Daph." She snorts and sits down in her usual seat in front of me. "Whatever you say, Blondie but I know." I sit down in my seat and smile at Brian as he sits down next to me, bag slung on top of the table and tall form getting comfortable on the not-so comfortable chairs.

"Hey, kids."

Daphne smirks.

"I'm definitely no kid. Kids haven't done what I've done."

I make a gagging sound.

"I hope most kids haven't fucked your boyfriend."

"You know what I meant, Mr. Jealous."

I raise an eyebrow.

"What do I have to be jealous about?"

Daphne smirks again, hands folding on her lap and she turns to face me all the way. "You're just feeling some jealousy due to the fact that I've had sex and," Brian breaks in, cutting Daphne completely off. "You haven't had sex?" A few people look in our direction and I narrow my eyes at the smirking brunet. "Way to direct attention, asshole and, no, I haven't. We've known each other for what? A month? And you didn't know?" Brian doesn't reply, he just turns back around in his seat and directs his attention to the front of the room.

Mr. Cato comes in a few seconds later. Derek arrives twenty minutes late.

And class begins.

"You're such a pig."

"Thanks, Brian."

I smile sweetly at him as I eat my fourth slice of pizza. It's not my fault that I'm hungry. Daphne grins, laughs, and goes back to talking to Derek. Derek is officially getting on my nerves. All she ever does is talk to him. Himhimhimhim and him. It's all about Derek now. Rolling my eyes over at the inseparable couple I begin gulping down my coke. Suddenly there's a hand slapping hard against the back of my head and my soda ends up all over my face and the front of my clothes. "Oops! Sorry, fag!" Groaning, I look over my shoulder at his retreating back.

"Fuck you, Hobbs!"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

I inwardly gag. How 'bout no.

"In your fucking dreams you fucking pussy."

Suddenly the larger teen is barreling back to our table – thanks to me and my stupid ass mouth – and I'm soon picked up by the collar. A few seconds later his fist collides with my nose and I'm a bleeding mess. Where are teachers when you need them? Not here obviously. Daphne's yelling at Chris to stop except…he doesn't listen to her. Next I'm being punched in the stomach and I'm staggering backwards, doubled over. Fuck him. Who knew him being called a pussy would make him so pissed off? If I had I wouldn't have said it.

Then Brian's there, his taller and stronger form shoving Chris off of me and onto the floor with a loud thump. "Get your fucking hands off of him, Fucktard." Daphne's around the table next inspecting my face. "You need to go see the school nurse." I push her away and touch my nose to only get blood all over my hand. "Fuck that. If I go to the nurse I'll get a detention for fighting." Chris gets up to his feet, sends me one last glare, and stalks away with his jock buddies before anymore damage can be done. Frowning, Brian grabs my wrist.

"C'mon, I'll help you get cleaned up."

"Thanks."

Brian takes me to the bathroom, which is empty since everyone is at lunch. Thank god – I didn't want to have to answer questions. "Get up on the counter." Without a word I pull myself up onto the bathroom counter, legs dangling off the edge, and one hand holding my stomach, which hurts like fucking hell. Brian wets a few paper towels and gently begins wiping my face, careful not to touch my nose too hard. Just soft. And I realize just how close we are. Probably too close. His free hand holds my chin in place so I don't move while is other hand continue to wash away the blood. His eyes look up momentarily from my nose, and probably bruising lip, and meet my eyes.

If I've thought it once I've thought it a million times – his eyes are just…intense. They're just not any ordinary hazel. They're, it's hard to explain. They're just beautiful. Like he is and, of course, I won't tell him that because that would just be utterly embarrassing but I think it all the time. I quickly avert my eyes somewhere else, not able to look at him anymore. I hadn't even noticed that his hand had slowed quite considerably through the time that we had just sat there staring at each other. Too bad he didn't kiss me. A part of me had been hoping he would. We're close – only a few centimeters away from our lips touching. If I just moved forward a little bit – I push the thought away and concentrate only on being cleaned.

"I knew your mouth would get you in trouble."

I smile slightly glad that he spoke.

"He really fucking pisses me off. It's not my fault."

He picks up a clean dry paper towel and begins wiping away the wetness, still careful around my nose. I sigh and raise an eyebrow. "How bad is the damage?" He smirks. "Really fucking bad. You look like shit." I roll my eyes and say thanks for the encouragement and he replies with a no problem. He helps me off the sink and grabs the hem of my shirt. Eyes widening slightly I take a step back, my ass meeting the edge of the counter I had just been sitting on. "What are you doing?" He raises an eyebrow, weird expression on his face. "I was just gonna look at your stomach. He punched you pretty hard." I nod, relax, and step forward again my cheeks quickly flushing at my stupidity.

This time he successfully lifts my shirt and examines the large bruise forming on my stomach.

"Nothings broken."

"You're really good at this…healing thing."

A look of pain flashes across his face and it disappears before I can ask him about it. He grins and shrugs his shoulder, changing the subject. "No wonder you're still a virgin." I narrow my eyes and slap his hands away from my shirt and let it fall back down over the bruise.

"What does that mean?"

"I only touched the hem of your shirt and you nearly screamed rape."

"I did not."

I cross my arms over my chest and continue narrowing my eyes at him…even though he's right. I did freak out more than necessary. "Whatever you say, Sunshine." I nod. "That's more like it." He smiles at me, arms coming to wrap around my neck, legs pressing against my legs and his body far too close to mine to be a friendly gesture. His forehead rests against mine and I hesitantly rest my hands on his sides. Ok, for one, he's never so much as hugged me before and two, I can only imagine what someone would think if they barged in here and saw us. "Have you ever kissed someone?"

I blink. What kind of question is that? I bite my lip and shake my head.

"Does my mom count?"

"Gross, you've kissed your mom?"

"On the cheek, perve!"

"No, that doesn't count."

"Then…no?"

Before I know what the hell is happening his lips are gently pressing against mine and I freeze. What am I supposed to do? I've never kissed anyone before. For fucks sake, I've never even held a guys hand. Suddenly my lips move against his and I realize that my knuckles are probably turning white I'm gripping onto his hips so tightly. His arms pull me tighter against his body, his erection pressing against my leg and his tongue sliding into my mouth and meeting my own tongue for the first time.

Suddenly I push him away, eyes wide with bewilderment.

"I-I have to get to class…"

Without another word I stumble out of the bathroom, cheeks burning, my cock semi-hard, and my lips bruised in a different way then Chris's fist colliding with them.