Isaac's POV

After almost missing the bus; being tripped by the bus bullies; and having to stand listening to Eliza, the most annoying, half-witted girl at school, ramble on about her life problems; I spot the school house from the dirt tented window by my seat. 'Finally! I can escape this halfwit!' Standing up from my place on the bus I wait for everyone to exit so I can get off.

Feeling the warmth of the sun hit my face as I take my last step off the bus was something to enjoy. I hate the rain and so far that's all the weather we've been having. So, it's a welcome change for me.

'The old geezer is late again.' Isaac let out a sigh of agitation.

Unfortunately he hadn't noticed that the supposedly old man he was thinking about had walked into the room at that exact moment.

"What are you sighing about now Isaac?" With a cold glance to said boy, the old man stands in front of his work desk awaiting an answer.

From the look he was receiving, his heart jumped into his throat as the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Chills of fear roll down his spine freezing him in place, "N-nothing M-Mr. Long!"

With a satisfied grin for causing the boy so much terror, Mr. Long returned to checking the class attendance.

*The school bell rings to disperse to second period.*

Jack and I stand to gather our things and walk toward the door.

"Haha the old man scared the hell out of you didn't he?" slamming his hand on my back as we walk into the soon to be crowded hallway.

"Yeah man, there's something about that old guy that gives me the chills." Recalling the stare he gave me still sends little waves of fear rolling down my spine and pinpricks of fear stinking my skin.

"I think it's all in your head. That old coot probably doesn't even have the strength to swat a fly if it landed on him!" chuckling and walking in front of me to get to our locker first.

"For some reason, I seriously doubt that.." reaching in the locker to put my homeroom stuff up and gathering my art supplies.

"Whatever man.. But anyway have you seen Abby lately? Hot as ever man!" eye-balling a girl standing on the opposite side of the hallway walking toward a group of giggling girls.

The girl was a foot shorter than Jack, which would put her at around my height, and maybe a little taller than me. She had green eyes framed by long black lashes. Her diamond shaped face consisted of plump rose colored lips, small but proportionally sized nose, and was framed by glossy blonde hair. Her body was the definition of perfection for a woman. She wore a pink cotton tee with a white skirt accompanied by a pair of leggings that reached to her knees.

"Yeah man! She's gorgeous!" feeling a wave of guilt flow over me for having to lie to my closest friend. She was very attractive but there was only one thing wrong. She was female, when I seem to be more attracted to the male species. I've noticed my attraction to my same gender not late after my freshmen year of high school. It has become my darkest secret that I refuse to let anyone know. I especially refuse to tell my best friend. The one boy I've had a crush on my entire high school life. I mean who can blame me. He has the body of a god! Well, toned muscles covered by soft tan skin, a strong face with fierce brown eyes. He has soft, messy brown hair on his scalp with just a hint of a mustache and beard. Homosexuality is not very welcome where I live so I must keep it secret and pretend that I am just as normal as all the other teenage boys.

Jack and I finally split paths to walk to our second period classrooms.

Opening the art room door, I walk in and take a seat by two of my other friends, Haden and Mickey, in the front of the room preparing my art supplies.

"Hey bud, why the long face?" cam a question from my left. I look over to see that Haden had asked.

"Nothing, just in one of those moods you know." I said while looking over at him.

Haden was about an inch taller than I am. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes on his heart shaped face. He wasn't as well built as Jake but you could still notice some muscle under his skin when he moves. He's fair skinned with pink tented cheeks.

"Ah, I see." He looked to the front of the room as the art instructor walked in.

"Say, why don't we get our group together and after school go hang out somewhere?" Both mine and Haden's eyes move to meet with Mickey's questioning ones.

Mickey was just a scrawny teen, but his shortness and small build suited his personality well. He was a bubbly happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He had bright bleach blonde shoulder length hair he kept up in a ponytail. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than mine laced with lashes that were almost feminine. One look and he'd look nothing more than a child when he is actually as old as I am.

"Sure sounds good with me." Haden turned back to start drawing todays assignment written on the board.

"Sounds like we have a plan." Giving Mickey a smile as I turn to finish the assignment as well.

After third and fourth period spent alone in calculus and trig, it was a song to my ears when the last bell rang releasing us from the school.

I walked to my locker to place all my books inside along with a few notes I passed back and forth during class with some friends. I finished arranging stuff in the cluttered locker and started my way to the main exit to meet with my friends. Unfortunately I didn't make it that far.

"Hey punk where'd you think you're going!" came the yell I heard as pain suddenly bloomed from my back as I was pushed into yet another locker.

The boy was huge. I could see every muscle protruding from him. He had short black hair with brown slanted eyes.

"None of your damn business Austin!" my reply was a fist landing on my face causing waves of pain to come from my abuse cheek.

"I ought to beat you to a pulp for your attitude." Anger flaring in his eyes with every word.

"Well go ahead and stop talking already!" I was getting tired with the all talk and no action.

My side burst with pain as I was thrown to the ground. Quickly standing up right, I retaliated with a fist to his gut. He didn't even budge an inch.

With a few more blows to the face and the gut, he finally that was enough fun for one day and turned around laughing to head out of the campus.

I got to the door finally and opened it stepping outside. My friends were on the corner of the building by the huge magnolia tree waiting for my arrival. I walked a few more steps before Jack looked over and noticed me. His eyes widened with anger as he saw my appearance.

"What the hell happened to you Isaac?" Causing everyone else to turn and face me too.

"Just another run in with Austin, I don't know why that guy has it out for me that bad." I finally make it to the group and turn to face Jack.

"I swear one of these days I'm going to kill that fool!" The pure fury in his eyes made it seem like the truth.

"Whoa Jack we just need to calm down a bit. Isaac are you still feeling up to going with us?" the calm voice made every ones anger dissipate.

"Yeah I'm still coming. It's just a few bruises that's all."

"Alright well we'll be on our way then!" The bubbly voice came from Mickey as we all started walking toward the sidewalk.

Well here's the second chapter! It was a lot of fun to write! Please read and review! Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

-Lynn-vampire51