I had fallen asleep in Wyatt's bed that night, waking up to find his arms still wrapped around me and head still buried in my neck and shoulder. The realization that he had held onto me the entire night caused my nerves to act up again, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach.

Every moment we spent together caused me more and more confusion as I attempted to fully process my feelings. The gay part didn't actually confuse me anymore, I was pretty confident about it at this point. We were so different, though… He was so open about everything in his life. He was extremely social and liked meeting new people, which was the main reason I was wary about introducing him fully to the people I had allowed into my life. He did everything that terrified me and he did it standing right next to me, even if it made me uncomfortable. He was a lot to allow into my life and I was nothing but baggage to allow into his.

Turning around to look at him, I was able to glance a peek at his clock, which was much fancier than the ancient one that had come with my dorm room.

8:50am

Shit! Shit!

I pulled myself upright from Wyatt's grasp, waking him up in the process.

"What the fuck..." He said merely half awake.

"We overslept! First period started 20 minutes ago!"

His eyes suddenly shot open as he scrambled behind me now. I had never been so thankful that we had started keeping clothes in each others rooms. By the time he had pulled himself out of bed all I had to do was fix my tie and put a blazer on, which I had concluded along with most of my other clothing I currently needed to size up in, at least I thought so until I noticed Wyatt finish dressing.

"I think you're wearing my uniform." He said awkwardly.

That explained why everything suddenly got smaller over the course of a week. Ironic seeing as along with being taller than him I was also thinner. His blazer actually fit me pretty nicely.

"Take off your pants." I grunted.

"Well, we're already twenty minutes late but I just don't think I can say no to that offer."

"I mean switch pants with me, idiot. If my ankles are showing I'm gonna get in trouble."

"You're no fun." He said while unbuttoning his trousers (which were actually mine). Following suit, I flinched slightly while undressing down to my boxers.

"You okay?" Wyatt asked.

"Yup, I just got stuck to my own dried up cum. Nice."

He burst out laughing, falling onto the bed now in hysterics.

"Oh god I forgot you came in your pants."

I had forgotten too, now thinking back to how I had allowed him to give me a hand job last night. Technically my first time being intimate with someone.

Now blushing, I threw his pants at him and picked mine up off the floor. If he thought I was giving him his blazer back now he was sadly mistaken.

"You're sure gonna have an uncomfortable day." He giggled as we finished dressing. "In hindsight I should have gone down on you. I'm not afraid to swallow."

He winked slyly at me. I was getting hot and bothered now… not exactly the way I wanted to feel right before going to a class that I was already late for and would have attention drawn to myself while entering.

"Let's just go." I grunted, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him into the hallway.

"Can we just skip first period? We're gonna get in trouble either way."

Although he did have a point, we had already been spoken to in regards to being in each others dorms, mostly getting off the hook due to my suspension. I had gotten myself in enough trouble where Wyatt was mostly forgotten about. If we showed up late there wasn't any way to know the time frame that surrounded it, but both of us being absent and then being in second period together would probably draw some suspicions.

"Some of us actually try to do well in school." I lied through my teeth, not wanting him to feel bad about my secretiveness regarding our relationship at school. Maybe during the summer I could be more open about him… the school wouldn't be able to get involved then.

"Kai, I'm a straight A student and you barely maintain a C average."

I let go of his hand and smacked him playfully. The personal attack felt a bit uncalled for!

"My grades have been improving, thank you."

"It's the first day of third semester you don't even have grades."

"Yeah but I only got one C last time."

I was actually quite proud of how I managed to do given how little I understood some of the coursework, I had put quite a bit of time in studying and it had managed to pay off relatively well, even if my grades still weren't the best they could have been. Still, a C wasn't bad considering I originally had a D in that class and was on the verge of needing to retake it.

"Just stay away from me in Geography, I don't need your terrible map reading skills rubbing off on me." He giggled, smacking me back.

Running to the classes we were currently missing had somehow turned into a slapping contest between the two of us, leaving us both in a fit of giggles by the time we made it to the elevator. Wyatt had paused our little game, now instead just watching me.

"What?" I asked.

He paused briefly, letting silence follow us for just a moment.

"I love how much happier you seem now than when school first started. You actually smile now, and you have a cute laugh."

Blushing slightly, I averted my gaze. I was happy that I was back at school again; I liked it here, but that didn't mean I was happy in general. I had a lot of information I was still taking in after staying with my father. Information that I wasn't ready to share yet, even with Wyatt.

Instead I just wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me, taking an extra second to feel the warmth of his body before we had to exit the elevator. He kissed me on the cheek right before it opened before darting in front of me, causing me to chase him out of our building and toward the actual Academy.

"Why are we running?" I asked, taking a moment to stop and catch my breath. Fuck I was out of shape. After PE was finished next semester it might be a good idea for me to continue a small workout routine. I had gotten way too skinny in the past year.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I just like to tease you."

Smiling slightly at him, I nudged him gently before we said our goodbyes and headed in different directions. We had two classes together this quarter, meaning we would have an extra opportunity to meet up during the day, not to mention our study periods.

My brain was still stuck on overdrive, though…

Last night was a lot to take in. I had never allowed him to do that to me before. I had wanted him to, I had cursed myself in the past for not allowing it to happen. Now my mind lingered on the feeling of his breath heating my neck while I allowed myself to fall into one of the most vulnerable positions I could possibly be in. We hadn't had sex, but what we had done definitely counted as fooling around.

The main problem was that I didn't know what was supposed to happen next. Did he expect something from me in return? I mean, I had thought about it. I wasn't against the idea of doing that to him, but then what? Once you cover all the bases there was only one thing left and I honestly didn't think I was ready to lose my virginity, even if my feelings toward him were strong. I was still only fifteen and I didn't know the first thing about sex.

Making it up the stairway I was forced to knock on the locked door of the classroom I was supposed to be in, staring shamefully at the ground when it opened.

"What?" Was all that the older looking male teacher said to me, apparently not understanding why a student could possibly be outside his door while he was teaching in, you know, a school.

"I'm supposed to be in this class." I explained. "I overslept."

Stepping aside so that I could come in, he went over to his desk, ignoring the snickers of the other boys while they took in the enjoyment of seeing someone get in trouble. That was what happened when you were bored for long enough, anything that was outside of the same old everyday routine could be deemed as pique entertainment.

Very clearly annoyed at my interruption, he grabbed an attendance sheet off of the desk and eyed it before looking back at me.

"What's your name?"

"Hiwitari, Kai."

Grabbing a notepad he wrote something down, handing it off to me and gesturing for me to take a seat, which I did with compliance before eyeing the paper he had given me.

Detention? It was the first day back at school for fucks sake couldn't the guy cut me a bit of slack?

I sat myself in an empty desk before leaning back slightly and sulking. So far this sucked.

"Can't even get through your first day back without getting in trouble?" A snickering voice cut in from behind me. A voice that I hated recognizing.

"Fuck off, Haru." I grumbled. "Before I break the rest of your face too."

His nose was still bandaged and you could still make out a large amount of bruising beneath both eyes. It actually made me feel a bit better seeing how terrible he looked.

"I can imagine how much agony you must have been not being able to suck your boyfriends cock last week, not that I think Wyatt missed you much. He's probably jacked off half the sophomore class at this point, I hear he gets paid sometimes too. Tell me, did you always have a thing for whores or is that new?"

Okay this guy had a lot of nerve testing my patience only a week after our last encounter…

"I said fuck off."

The teacher cleared his throat sharply, clearly not impressed with our currant antics. Not that I had actually done anything. He had started it.

Still, I managed to hold my composure this time. Haru was an asshole but he wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to cause mischief that would cause him too many problems, especially with the knowledge that his record was already suffering. Not to mention he knew I could take him out if it came to that. Wyatt had been in classes with him before and could likely tell me what to watch out for, but for the time being I was mostly concerned about making sure he didn't stick gum in my hair or something.

Thankfully I would only be stuck with him for an hour, which honestly wasn't anything I couldn't handle. At least that was what I had assumed before I noticed him following me a few minutes after we had been excused.

I knew Haru picked on Wyatt, but without Dmitri there as a back up he had spent most of the year keeping his distance from me. Apparently that had changed when I had lost my temper. I was now a threat that he didn't plan on losing to.

Still, I ignored him while walking to PE, going back to my default setting of a silent wallflower and waiting for Wyatt to find me, keeping Haru at least in the corner of my eye. Mostly I didn't want Wyatt alone with him, especially in a public changing room…

Our class was small, made up of only about a dozen boys. Actually in regards to our typical class size I would call this one large. My first quarter maths class had only contained a total of eight students and biology had contained six. My largest class so far this year had been Japanese, likely due to the amount of foreigners we had; there had been fifteen of us total.

"Kai!" Wyatt called out my name when he found me, a large smile currently filling his face. Clearly he hadn't yet noticed that nothing about the next hour was going to be fun. "Thanks for waiting for me." He said. Ivo, the German boy from the sad excuse of a bonfire they had thrown was also with him, looking what I would describe as less than thrilled to be here.

Haru snickered as I took my eyes of of him briefly, causing my blood to boil. I fucking hated this kid…

"Yeah, I'm not using the same changing room as those two." He grunted. "They suck each other off in the showers."

"No we don't Haru." Wyatt shot back, annoyance clear on his now flushed face. "You can't just make up a new rumor about me every time we're stuck in a class together."

"Well, clearly it's no longer just you." He smiled. "It seems like you've finally gone from nameless faces you blow for drug money to an actual boyfriend, not that he would ever admit it. I can't imagine anyone with an image to protect would want the world knowing they were involved with the school hoe. How many dicks did you take while he was gone, by the way?"

I could see his words were beginning to affect Wyatt, all the emotion he had shown up with just moments ago now completely drained. Was this how it always was when they had classes together? I knew Haru harassed Wyatt in particular, but he had never let on that he spoke to him like this completely publicly.

"What's the hold up?"

I was caught off guard by the gym teacher moving his way toward us. A middle aged man who appeared to be challenged both vertically and follicley.

Time for Haru to turn on the charm, an act I had witnessed on several occasions so far this year.

"Coach," He began. "Do you think it's appropriate for two gay students to be changing together? Wyatt Smithwright is the one who started sexually inappropriate rumors about me last year. I'm not comfortable changing with them."

Wyatt was blushing harshly, keeping his gaze only at his feet.

"You're the one who started shit talking us." I stated. "If Haru can't handle seeing a few guys changing into shorts that's his own problem."

"I'm not arguing about this." The gym teacher grumbled, apparently not wise to the fact that the only one arguing was Haru and the he was only doing so in order to get a rise out of us, knowing that we were shit out of luck with a teacher present. "If there's any trouble with the two of you I'll be forced to pull one of you from class. Keep your hands and eyes to yourselves or there's going to be trouble. Haru, just change behind a damn curtain."

If there was any trouble between the two of us? Did he mean Wyatt and me or Wyatt and Haru? Was I really going to be not only stuck in PE, but also stuck with a homophobic teacher? The little red headed bitch was bad enough.

It turned out that we were, in fact, stuck with an extremely homophobic teacher. One who was determined to not only keep Wyatt and myself in his sight at all times, but also determined to keep us separated as much as possible, completely ignoring the fact that we hadn't done jack shit.

Even something as simple as running laps we found ourselves repeatedly yelled at if we got too close to one another. Haru on the other hand was allowed to roam completely freely, currently making Wyatt his prime target, something that he hid surprisingly well until we met up again during our first study hour, when I noticed him flinching slightly when moving his arm.

"You alright?" Emile had asked, causing shame to wash over me regarding the fact that I hadn't been the one to ask him.

"I got pushed into the radiator during gym." He admitted. "That thing gets pretty hot during the winter. I'm fine but I think I burned myself a bit."

I knew instantly what he was referring to. There was a radiator just on the other side of the bleachers, which was the only area that we ran where we were momentarily unsupervised due to the way the gymnasium was laid out. There was a brief period where the bleachers concealed you.

"Haru?" Henri asked straight away.

"Haru." He answered.

"Aren't you going to tell someone?" I asked, surprising myself slightly at the thought of stooping low enough to suggest just tattling on him.

"That's just going to make it worse." Wyatt shrugged. "Coach T doesn't give a shit about what happens to someone like me. He won't stop it."

I wish that I could say that surprised me… but I had also taken notice of the fact that the gym teacher treated us differently after Haru said something about us being gay, even though I still wasn't entirely sure if we were actually a couple or not.

"He's done shit like this to you before?" I asked, starting to put my school books away. We were going to be dismissed in a few minutes.

"Kai, he does this shit to me all the time." He actually smirked slightly as he spoke, almost like he found it funny that I hadn't really taken notice of anything outside of the comments he made in the hallway.

"He beat the shit out of him last year." Avery said, probably the first time I had ever seen him take part in an unpleasant conversation. "If he's not going to get in trouble for that he sure as hell won't get in trouble for this."

My mind went back to earlier in the school year, when Wyatt had come to my room sporting a black eye and cut lip. He had admitted to being pushed down the stoop outside the doors.

I had enough of Haru's shit. I wasn't taking this anymore.

"I'll see you guys in an hour." I sighed. "I have detention."

Unfortunately our groundskeeper was not here today, meaning that I was going to need to report to student services and deal with a teacher who definitely didn't get paid enough to deal with teenagers after school hours. Walking into the office, I found that there wasn't a particularly large group today. As a matter of fact, it was only Dmitri and myself. Not exactly who I would call the main person I wanted to serve detention with.

"What did you do?" He asked me in Russian, not bothering to look at me as it would mean moving his head from the comfort of the hand he was leaning on. He actually seemed more comfortable with me knowing that I was an excuse not to attempt speaking a hardly understandable conversation in Japanese.

"Overslept." I shrugged.

Wyatt managed to make it down right before the teacher came into the nearly empty room. If he had told me he was serving too I would have just waited for him.

"Made it!" He huffed, taking a moment to catch his breath.

The teacher pulled up the computer, asking our names and then insisting we stop talking immediately if we didn't want to be in more trouble. What was she gonna do, stick me in a corner facing the wall?

I rolled my eyes, opening my bag and pulling out a few pages of homework. Basically all this was going to be was an extra study hour.

"Put your things away." The exceptionally cranky teacher croaked. "This isn't an extra hour for you to work on homework, do that in your own time. Right now your only job is to put your heads down and shut up,"

Seriously? We couldn't even do homework?

Leaning back in her chair, she pulled out a book and proceeded to stick her nose in it the same way she was currently doing to our business.

Not planning on getting in any more trouble today, I lay my head down in my arms and closed my eyes. At least I could rest for a bit. Wyatt was doing the same, meaning I peeked my eyes open every few moments to watch him. I wasn't sure if he had dozed off or not, but either way he looked cute. He always looked cute when he slept.

I had allowed myself to space out for a bit, no longer pay my surroundings much attention until I heard the sound of Dmitri scooting his chair back and standing up, causing me to pick my head back up.

"The bitch fell asleep." He grumbled. Looking toward the teacher I concluded that he was right. She had put her book down at some point and was now taking a nap, leading into mild confusion regarding what we were supposed to do.

"Do you think we'll get in more trouble if we wake her up? Are we allowed to leave without being excused?" I asked Dmitri first, then translated my sentence to Wyatt. I wasn't going to have to start repeating myself in two languages, was I? Was this how Max felt when we went to New York?

So there we were, three absolute idiots trying to figure out if we were allowed to leave detention while the teacher who none of us really knew lay snoring on her desk.

I approached her awkwardly, glancing down at her computer.

"She's logged into the main server." I noted, an idea popping into my head that I was quite confident Kenny would be proud of. Double checking that she was still snoring, I pulled up the sign out form, sweating just a tad in fear of what would happen if I was caught.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Wyatt whispered.

"Shut up."

Locating my name with ease, all I had to do was mark an x in the box that said 'permission to be off school grounds' meaning I would have the ability to leave the same way the seniors and day students could.

Watching over my shoulder, Wyatt finally managed to catch on to what I was doing.

"Dude!" He whispered less than quietly. "Find my name too!"

I elbowed him hard in the side as a painful reminder to keep his god damn voice down. Of course I was going to find his name too, I wasn't that dense.

"Will you hurry it up?" Dmitri remarked, suddenly keeping watch inside the room in a completely useless sudden attempt at being helpful. I wasn't sure he even understood what it was that I was doing.

"Just hang on..." I responded in Japanese, he could figure it out.

Turning off the computer we bolted from the room, now attempting to muffle our hysterical laughter as we ran through the hallway while desperately hoping we didn't bump into anyone.

"I can't believe you just did that!" Wyatt laughed as we made it outside, throwing his arms over my shoulders and essentially jumping onto my back, causing me to stumble in order to not fall over. "Damn and to think I was starting to become convinced that the bad boy thing was only an act. You really are quite the rebel."

Even Dmitri was laughing with us, an awkward height difference getting in the way a bit in regards to me figuring out if he was on our side or was planning on ratting us out.

"Not bad." He admitted with a shrug.

Wyatt raised an eyebrow in confusion, not appearing to be completely sure why Dmitri had made a sudden habit of only speaking to me in Russian.

"Thanks." Was all I said back.

I had to remind Wyatt that I had hardly spent any time in my own dorm since getting back yesterday, prompting him to follow me back to my room instead of his own. My bed was still neatly made, not a surprise as I hadn't slept there last night. Not that spending the night in Wyatt's arms had exactly been my plan.

"I was hoping to get you alone again." He giggled, slipping a hand into mine. Taking the back of my head, he pulled me into him, kissing my mouth gently.

I swear I never fully remembered how great his mouth felt on mine until I felt him once more, the dampness of his tongue licking at my lips gently and trying to slip into my mouth.

My mind was drawn back to last night… the feeling of him seeing me at my absolute most vulnerable. I was a fifteen year old boy, it was no surprise that I had touched myself before; I knew what it felt like to get off, but his hands on me was a feeling I couldn't even describe.

I wanted to do it to him too. Normally I only wondered if I could, if my anxiety could handle intimacy with another person. Now it wasn't even the fear of experiencing the fantasies I had of how his bare skin would feel on mine, how it would feel to touch his body.

It was the end result now… I wanted him to feel the way he made me feel.

Yet, the familiar feeling of fear swept over me again, the same one that had come every time he had tried to be intimate with me. I wanted this. I reminded myself while unbuckling his belt, my heart now racing.

A hand touched mine, leading me into his waistband as I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to do this… I knew it was what he wanted from me though…

"Kai?"

My eyes opened again, revealing I was back in my room with Wyatt. I was on my bed now.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" He was sitting next to me now, a hand on my shoulder and pants both on and buttoned. Had I actually been unbuttoning his pants or did I imagine that? Had we just done something and now I couldn't remember it?

"Yeah." I nodded quietly. "I'm fine."

I looked at the clock, hoping not too much time had passed. I didn't like when I missed a lot of time… it was confusing. "Let's go get dinner, we don't need to be in trouble twice today." I suggested.

Although he still looked at me with confusion, he did get up, taking me by the hand and pulling me up too before wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me into a hug. Still taking in my surroundings, I returned his embrace, pressing my cheek into his forehead and taking in the scent of his hair.

"I missed you." Was all I said.