bloodmoon15: Yes, there will be sex. Lol.

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JT

"A-and, plus, we're at school."

I take a step back and if I take another I'll probably end up inside the locker again. He shrugs; steps forward and covers the very short distance between us. "There's no one here right now." I swallow and decide not to answer because, honestly, I have no idea what to say. He grins, though again, the very action looks like it hurts. I can tell. "See!" He raises an eyebrow and looks at me like I'm insane.

"What?"

"It hurts you to even move your face. There's no way I'm kissing you."

"Then…can I kiss you?"

I cover my face with my hand and gently push him away with my hand and scoot away from the open locker. "No." He takes my hand away from my pink face and pins me up against the, now closed, locker. "Why?"

"Because I said so."

"Why?"

Is he whining? That's a first.

"Because – we're in a public place."

"Let's go to your place."

"Not until you answer my questions."

The look on his face shows that he knows exactly what I'm talking about. "Let me guess – your sister accidentally threw something at you again. Multiple times." He shakes his head, irritated look on his face. I sigh, "Why can't you just tell me? Don't you trust me? We're friends. We're supposed to tell each other things."

"Just like you tell me about your problems. Incase you didn't notice, you don't tell me shit that's going on in your life either."

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't beating me!"

His mouth clamps shut and he takes a few steps away from me. "I have to go home." Before he can leave I reach out and grab his wrist. "You call that place home?" He pulls his arm out of my grasp. "You don't know what the hell you're even talking about." I grab his wrist again. There's no way he's going back there. Not right now anyway. "I do know that you're getting hurt going to your so called home."

"I'm fine."

"No you aren't."

"Let go of me."

Of course I don't. "Please, just come with me instead. Spend the night. My mom won't mind." He pulls away from me. "I have to go." This time I don't bother grabbing him because it's obvious that he doesn't want to go home with me because that'd be admitting that he actually needs help. Bastard.

"Fuck you, Brian."

BK

I know I've pretty much been an ass all day.

But…there's no way I'm just going to come out and tell Justin all of my problems – even if he does have a super good idea of what's really going on. He doesn't need to hear it from me. He doesn't need to hear anything at all. I can just continue lying, which is a perfectly waste of time, and that's that. I don't want or need him worrying about me, although, it's probably too late for that, because he has his own problems to worry about. He doesn't need my luggage on top of that.

Though, he's already carrying my luggage by the looks of it.

I don't go straight home. I'm not that stupid, though, I'm pretty stupid not to go home with Justin, which is a lot more pain-free than going to my house.

Instead of going to my house, I walk.

Not really in any direction – I just walk and end up in a small kiddy park about an hour away from our school. And that's only if you're driving. I have no idea how long I've been walking. A look down at my watch tells me about two hours and I guess I was walking really slowly. Hey, anything to prolong my freedom before being condemned to hell. Sighing, I sit down on a nearby bench. There's no one out playing. In fact, there's no one here but me. Lucky me.

Maybe I should go to Justin's house.

Sure, he's extremely pissed at me right now but I know he'd welcome me into his house with open arms and his bright little smile. It's not like my parents would care if I didn't show up tonight without as much as a call to tell them where I am. Well, dad might miss his punching bag but I'm sure he'll get over it. I continue to sit there. If I go to Justin's house he'll know that he's ultimately right and that I'm wrong for not letting him help me in the first place. I hate being wrong.

"Hey, stranger."

Shit. Fuck. She scared the hell out of me. I look over my shoulder only to see Daphne standing there smiling at me.

"You scared the hell out of me. Do you usually follow people around and spy on them?"

"Yeah, usually."

She sits down next to me with a heavy sigh.

"What are you doing here?"

She shrugs and I roll my eyes. I know she didn't just happen to show up at the exact moment I'm here. I know she doesn't usually play on little kid playgrounds. Or any playgrounds for that matter. "Liar." She smiles and nods. "That I am."

"The first step is admitting it."

"I'm here because Justin called me all upset,"

Oh, great.

"And I happened to be in Mr. Cato's room getting some assignments from him when he called. And I followed you because you are such an asshole."

"Gee, thanks, Daphne."

"You're welcome."

"So, why'd you follow me?"

"He's only worried about you, you know."

I roll my eyes. Thanks for the newsflash.

"He shouldn't be. I'm fine."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"I didn't ask for your sarcasm."

She isn't smiling anymore and she lets out a heavy, probably irritated too, sigh. "I'm worried about you too. He thought there was something wrong with you – I didn't. But, by the looks of it, there's definitely something wrong." I glare over at her. "Nothing is wrong. Nothing." This time it's her turn to roll her eyes because we both know that I'm full of shit. "You're a shitty liar."

"Maybe we should start a club."

"Very funny. Why can't you just admit you need help?"

I shake my head. She's not going to give up on this. Me. Not until I give her the answers she wants.

"I don't need help."

"Look at yourself. I wouldn't be surprised if your father ended up killing you sooner or later…and you think you don't need help?"

"You've always been the blunt type, Daphne."

"Yeah, just like you."

"Wow, we're both blunt and shitty liars. We're meant to be."

She's getting annoyed. I can tell by the look on her face. Sighing, she pushes her hair out of her face and shoots me "the look": The Look of Doom. I'm surprised she hasn't killed me yet. "It doesn't make you weak to ask for help, you know." I don't answer. I'm done answering. What does she want from me? To start crying all over her clothes so that she can see what a huge baby I am. Nope, not gonna happen.

"You're weak for not asking for help."

I roll my eyes. I wonder if she's almost done.

"Just…at least go over to his house tonight. It'll make him feel better even if it doesn't make you feel better…and, quite frankly, I don't care if you feel good about it or not."

She stands up off the bench, brushing her jeans off even though there's nothing on them. She sighs down at me.

"You wanna ride?"

"How can I say no after a nice chat like that?"

"C'mon, asshole."

And, just so she won't slit my throat, I follow her.

"Here we are."

I don't get out of her car immediately. "Get out of my fucking car before I castrate you. And you better go into his house. I'll run you over if you try to make a run for it." I quickly undo my seatbelt because there's no way I'm letting her get a hold of my cock. She should be so lucky. "Thanks for the lift…" I hurry out of the car, sling my book bag on my shoulder and head up the path and then knock on the front door. Daphne's car is still sitting, waiting. God, she's mental sometimes.

She was serious when she said she'd run me over.

The door slowly swings open and there's Justin on the phone with someone. He's kind of surprised to see me and I guess I don't blame him. I mean, I did say I wasn't going to come over. "I'll call you back in a few minutes, mom." He quickly hangs up the phone. "What are you doing here?" He doesn't sound angry, exactly. Maybe a little confused and wary about letting me in, which, I guess, isn't a big surprise.

"You invited me."

"And I recall you saying 'no way.'"

"I changed my mind."

"Why?"

"Are you going to let me in or not? I can just leave."

Though, I can't, not really. Daphne will run me over after all. Sighing, he steps aside and I hear Daphne's car drive away. Justin shuts the door behind me and then locks it. I set my bag down on the floor and turn around to look at him. To see how he's going to react to me being here. "You didn't go," I shake my head, cutting him off. "No, I didn't go home. Daphne kidnapped me and took me here." He smiles slightly but it doesn't last long. "Why are you here?"

"I just told you why."

"You didn't have to come. She wouldn't really murder you."

"You want me here don't you?"

"I guess so."

I raise an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" He smiles slightly, "Yes, I want you here, even if you are an asshole." I roll my eyes. Him and Daphne both. God almighty.

"Look, I'm,"

Shit. I actually have to say this. Dammit.

"You're what?"

"Sorry for being an asshole."

"You can go upstairs. I need to call my mom back."

That's it? I think I should at least get some lip action for actually saying that I was sorry. But, I don't say so. I pick up my bag and head upstairs to his room. I shut the door behind me and throw my bag down next to where his is sitting and get up onto his bed, which, of course, forces my mind to have many thoughts. All of them are bad. I hate his bed. It only makes me want him more and I know I can't have him.

And that really pisses me off.