Thank you to those whoe reviewed. This is a little short but I hope you like it none the less.

Boarding School Hell

Wyatt Halliwell had made his way to the disused hut alone. He knew if he got caught he was in trouble, but he was probably in trouble anyway after his little fight, may as well add insult to injury. As he sat on the floor of the hut, he took a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket, sighing realising that Chris had managed to get him into the habit. As much as he used to hate them back home, he found they had helped him to relax while he were here. Laughing slightly, he realised that Chris had pretty much told him that would happen. As he lit a cigarette up and took a drag, he leaned his head back, closing his eyes letting the smoke out then opened his eyes to watch it dissipate around the room.

Stupid, you're so stupid, Wyatt thought to himself, thinking back on the mini-fight. He had promised himself no more fights since he had got here, and definitely not to start the fight! But Naff was asking for it, never an excuse, Wyatt. The Halliwell could almost hear his mother's voice telling him in his head. Something she had always told him, after he was sent home for another fight that he had been 'roped' into. Taking another drag, he laughed slightly at the thought, listening to the sounds around him, the wind blowing through the trees, he would stay here all night if it was not for the little matter of headcount in just under four hours. Oh well, he could stay here until then, then. It was not like he could go back anyway, not yet anyway, there were too many people going to be in the room. Of course, Chris was going to take Naff's side, he had known Naff longer and knew Wyatt's temper. He took another drag on the cigarette between his index and middle finger of his left and hit the side of the hut with the side of his right, letting the frustration out. Nobody would hear the metal clanging around him, the school was too far away, unless another teacher was searching the hut to catch people out. The teachers knew at least one person would be down here every night, but had learnt that they would not check, unless they saw someone walking that way. Right now, Wyatt did not care if he was suspended, at least if he was suspended he would have a week for everybody to forget what had happened. As soon as he finished his first cigarette he got out a second. At first he looked at it, did he really need another? No, but he wanted it. He was about to light it when he heard a twig snap from outside the hut. Somebody was there, probably a teacher to bust him.

Oh well, he thought with a visible shrug, lighting the cigarette, Might as well get suspended for actually doing something. He watched the door, waiting for it to open, but it took too long for it to be a teacher. Maybe it was not a teacher, maybe it was another student coming down here for a smoke, or maybe it was Naff coming down to finish the fight. At least if they were here, there was going to be nobody to pull him away from killing him. Kill him, Wyatt shook his head, Not kill him, just hospitalise him. Permanently. Actually, he was finding his thoughts shocking and scary, he had never even thought this about Tobey Jennings when they had fought, all he cared about was winning the fight now seriously hurting him. He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard the door open. Looking up, ready for a teacher to tell him to get to his office, Wyatt was slightly shocked to see a teenager stood there and not just any but Chris. As the door was closed behind the teen, he sighed heavily and looked away, rolling his blue eyes. He could do without this right now.

Chris stood still at the door with his hands on his hips, almost ready to shout at his lover, but wanting him to stay calm at the same time. He still had not found out the whole truth from Naff, instead of talking to him, he had the rest of his friends questioning him about his relationship with Wyatt. He swallowed, feeling his mouth go dry, as he walked over to Wyatt and sat next to him. Wyatt offered the half-spent cigarette to Chris, who took it, but they still never said a word. The cigarette went between the two until it was gone, but still the two teens did not say a word, until Wyatt took another cigarette out of the packet and lit it.

"Another?"

"I'm on my third, dude." Wyatt simply stated.

"Anybody ever tell you smoking causes cancer." The Halliwell just looked over to the brunette and shook his head, taking a drag. Chris could be such a hypocrite at times.

"I don't see it stopping you," he said and then took a breath, "And anyway, this is all because of you. I never smoked until I got her."

"I though you said you did."

"I lied."

"Anything else you lied about?" Chris eyed the 17-year-old carefully, he had had an idea Wyatt had lied about the smoking, he definitely proved a few months ago he had never smoked, that was not the problem, it was more the little fight earlier on. Maybe finding out Wyatt's side first would be a bad idea.

"Like what?"

"Your temper."

"You knew I have a temper, Chris." Wyatt sighed, taking another drag from the cigarette, this time holding the smoke in as he looked at the ceiling, waiting for Chris to say something to him.

"What did Naff actually do to deserve you punching him?" Chris asked, "Did he do anything at all?" He looked over to the blonde, who just let out the smoke slowly towards the ceiling and then looked at the brunette.

"It's a long story, but trust me he deserved it."

"What did he say Wyatt?" Chris asked, raising his voice, "Don't you think I have a right to know why my boyfriend punched one of my friends?"

"Chris, not now, we're both still worked up."

"No, Wy, you're still worked up. You've been like this since he found out about us, is that what it is? Because I'm telling you now, the rest of them have now found out after your little outburst, probably the whole school by tomorrow, so are you going to do that to everybody else?"

Wyatt stayed silent, not daring to look at the 18-year-old in case he said something he would regret, but Chris kept pushing and finally Wyatt had had enough.

"He thought all I wanted from you was sex," Wyatt shouted, standing up and walking away from Chris, "And I'm sorry if that gets me worked up, but I got beaten up by a girl's dad when I was 15, because that's what he thought…and that's not how it was then and it isn't how it is now." Wyatt punched the tin hut with his free hand hard, knowing that it would hurt later.

"And that's why you got worked up at me the first time I accused you of it," Chris suddenly caught on that Wyatt did have problems beneath the skin, they had just never showed themselves until now, or was it that Wyatt would not let them show until now. The Perry stood up and made his way to his boyfriend, standing behind him and rubbing his shoulders. Feeling Wyatt's breathing slow down, Chris turned him around, "Anything else that causes that little switch to flick? Anything at all that I may accidentally say or do without knowing and end up where Naff was tonight?"

Even though there was a smile playing on Chris' face, he could see Wyatt's piercing blue eyes grow wide.

"I would never do that to you Chris," Wyatt grabbed his shoulders, "Never, ever…"

"I know," Chris interrupted, "I never thought for once you would, I was joking."

"Please, don't joke about that…"

"So that's another one," Chris tilted his head, realising he was only just getting to know his boyfriend, there was so much inside of him that he was bottling up, and Chris needed to know about it, "Anything else? Talk to me, Wy, trust me," But the Halliwell would not talk, he just avoided eye contact, "Ok then, do you want to tell me why me saying you'll beat me up caused you to go slightly skittish?"

"You don't wanna…I don't wanna think about it."

Wyatt slid down the wall of the hut, taking a drag from his cigarette, with a shaky hand. Chris saw the shakes and knelt down, his brow frowning, his jade green eyes full of worry.

"Wyatt, tell me, please," Wyatt still avoided his lovers eyes, staring at the floor between his legs, which were bent up, his arms resting on his knees, "Wyatt," Chris called out, his fingers beneath the blonde's chin, lifting his head finally making eye contact, "Please, talk to me. I love you and I want to know."

"My dad, he's not my real dad," Wyatt started, searching for the courage inside of him to tell Chris this, "My mom left my real dad when I was four. She left with me and Parker…" Wyatt took another drag of the cigarette to calm his nerves as he was about to reveal his darkest secret, "She left because he hit her, he fucking hit her and I saw it, and when I saw it I knew it wasn't the first time and it definitely wasn't the last. It's still in my head," he could see Chris' eyes grow from the revelation, but was still there, listening, wiping tears away from Wyatt's cheeks as they spilt, "And you wanna know the scary thing, I think I'm turning into him."

So, what did you think to that little revelation? Bet you didn't see it coming...I thought I'd spice things up for you...