Chapter 3:

Robert stood adjusting his tie, taking in his reflection. He bore the same hairstyle as he had at Freddy's Christmas party- 'It was so long ago' Robert mused. Now he was to attend a formal party for his father's retirement. The school would be hosting it, and Georges was surely to be there. He looked down, and rubbed his finger, the one of which had once been occupied his ring, their ring.

"Come on young sir you'll be late!" Hannah yelled. Robert winced at the 'young sir', then quickly shoved his hands into his coat pockets and entered into the waiting car.

He was happy not to have Noelle as his entourage, who was now lying in the guest bedroom, sick. Robert stared out the car's window, watching as the passing lights whizzed by in a blur, just like everything else in his life seemed to be doing nowadays.

Georges wandered down empty streets, snow gently falling around him, as he made his way to school. He had declined Henri's offer of a ride, now regretting doing so as the snow soaked through his coat and clothes.

"Hey, you're all alone?"

Georges swirled around, coming face to face with a tall man, whose face was only inches away from his own. Georges backed away, making contact with the metal fence behind him.

"You look lonely,-you scared?" The man came closer.

Georges started to say something- only to be silenced by harsh and rough lips coming down upon his own. He cried out as his hands were pinned behind him- he desperately tried to fight against the stranger.

Robert suddenly looked to the window, catching a flash of sparkling blonde hair, -and that's all it took for him to yell:

"Stop the car!" (A.N. Robert's dad got him a chauffeur)

He didn't know how he got their, but suddenly there Georges was, tears in his eyes, and he had some stranger kissing him. Rage boiled in Robert, and his fists acted on their own, pounding unto the stranger until two familiar arms wrapped around his waist.

"Robert-Stop!" Georges sobbed, placing his head on the place where his heart was now racing. The stranger lay knocked out, his face bloodied.

Robert looked down at Georges crying face, then ushered him into the car.

Robert hadn't let go of Georges' coat since they had entered the car, his hands dug into the material. Georges shivered, gratefully excepting Robert's warmth as he leaned into him.

"Why?" Georges asked, his face turning up to meet Robert's gaze, Robert just pulled him closer, that was answer enough.