Ok, here's a long chapter for you guys. Actually, longer than I expected it to be when I started to write, but it all seemed to flow so I just kept it all together.

Anyway, thank you to all who reviewed the last chapter, I'm glad none of you found it was moving too fast, so I've kept at that pace for this one. Hope you enjoy...

Boarding School Hell

"So, just a break, not completely broken up?" Speedy questioned as he sat in the hut with Chris and Titch that same night. Wyatt and Chris had given up on the whole World War Two and Cold War stuff so Chris could get one last cigarette in before he had to go to bed, of course there were some comments from you know who about Chris quitting you know what.

"Yeah, just a break," Chris smiled, he never thought those words would sound so good. He looked down in his hand, he had the letter to Bianca in them, still wondering whether to send it to her. He still hated her for what happened but some of what he had said was no longer true, well it could still be true, it just depended whether time would be able to heal Wyatt's broken heart, "Hey, what time is it?"

"Quarter to ten," Titch said, looking at his watch, "Time for another cig."

"I think I'll give a miss," the Perry said, standing up, "I'll go and mail this…well, I think I will."

"Mail it," Speedy nodded, Chris had told the two what it was all about and he honestly thought she should know what she had managed to cause, maybe she would feel slightly sorry for what she had helped do, and also a little apology for hitting her. Titch on the other hand thought it would fuel her ego and bring her back into his life, when he really did not need it, "Either that or burn it. Either way, you don't want Wyatt finding out you wrote to her, not after everything that's happened."

"Yeah, Speedy's right there," Titch had to agree, "Burn it. And, here get some of this down your neck before you go back up to the room."

"You are gonna turn me into an alcoholic," Chris joked around as he took a mouthful of the bottle of rum Titch had offered him. Once he gave it back he made his way to the door, "Burn it, hey?"

"Just don't let Wyatt ever having a chance to find it." Speedy said as Chris left the hut and made his way back to the school. He stopped to take a look at the letter, feeling the chill from the cold night air run down his back. He was still in two minds about sending the letter, but something about him told him to mail it. What was the worst that could happen? She could send a reply. He would ignore it and bin it. She could call him. He could ignore the calls. She could visit him. Yeah right, not a chance in hell. Taking a final glance at the letter, Chris slipped it into a mailbox and made his way inside. There was no going back now, in a couple of days time Bianca was going to get that letter and more than likely gloat, but he did not care. In a way he needed to tell her finally that what she had done had caused him to never want to speak, see or hear about her again. After all, to him she was evil, pure evil.

But then, was she that evil? She was a woman in love, surely that was what was behind the craziness, it was all her love for Chris. Don't flatter yourself, Chris, the brunette thought to himself as he walked back to his room, You didn't mean anything to her, you were just someone who was stupid enough to put up with her for two years.

"Damn it!" he said to himself, he had mailed that letter now and he wanted it back, he had missed something out. Something that he should have told her a long long time ago, but then again, that could wait for later if she decided to make an appearance back in his life. He hoped to God she did not, he did not need that right now. Really, he should not have sent the letter, but he needed closure, lots and lots of closure. He needed that with everything right now, close off his past to his present and hopefully future.

"How was your break?" Wyatt asked as Chris walked through the door with a smile on his face. He was sat as his desk, trying to do some work, "I hope refreshing, I need help with this geometry."

"Yeah, sure." Chris said, half not listening, his mind still on the letter that he wished he had never posted now. If she came back into his life now, things were going to be ruined between him and Wyatt. With her back, Wyatt would never trust him, he would always think there was something going on between the two, and Chris had just given her an opening. However, was she that stupid? Chris had hit her, something he always promised himself and Bianca he would never do. Bianca had grown up around an abusive father – similar to Wyatt actually – something he never told anyone, something he had kept to himself, and always promised her he would never turn out that way. Actually, that was another reason he had mailed the letter, he had started it off with an apology for that. She deserved an apology. As much trouble as she had caused, she had never deserved to be hit, no matter what had gone wrong between Chris and Wyatt, so really that letter did need to be sent. He was surprised Lynn had never brought it up, surprised that Bianca had never said anything to her mother about it, unless she never wanted to worry her mother, but Chris would never know and never intended to know…

"Are you ok?"

The Perry was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Wyatt's voice, he looked over to the desk, to see Wyatt frowning at him.

"Fine." Chris nodded and made his way to his bed, throwing himself on it.

"You sure?" Wyatt asked, "Something's telling me not to believe you."

"Wyatt, I'm fine," Chris moaned, "Really." This was not something he could talk to Wyatt about, not after what the blonde had found out.

"Hmm, I still don't believe you."

"You want help with that geometry?"

"No, forget it," Wyatt sighed, "I'm gonna give up on it for now. Maybe you can look at it with me tomorrow." Chris just agreed, and sat up to look at his lover. Now that they were talking again, it seemed like old times, like they were back together, and Chris found himself mental undressing Wyatt with his eyes. You're on a break, damn it, Chris said to himself, you can't do that. Well, just don't make it too obvious.

A knock at the door interrupted the two boys' silence and then a teacher's head looked around and smiled to see both teens there. Man, Chris hated headcount, it was like they never trusted them, and you had to be in your own room, it was not a case of as long as you were on your own floor.

Wyatt stood up and stripped himself of his shirt, showing his toned abs to Chris.

"If we're on a break, can you get changed with your back to me?" Chris asked, feeling himself getting hard just by looking at the blonde.

"Why? Like what you see?"

The Perry just looked at Wyatt gobsmacked. He was the one that wanted this break and now he was flaunting himself in front of him. All Chris wanted to do was walk over there and kiss him, but he had promised Wyatt he would not. They were on a break.

"Wyatt!"

"Sorry," in truth, the Halliwell did feel a little guilty for what he had just done, but it was a way of getting back at Chris for what he had done. Althought, that would not be completely fair, but who said life was fair? "I didn't think it'd get you all hot."

"Well, I always want what I can't have," Chris responded, willing his erection to go away but now the muscles in Wyatt's back were getting him hot and bothered, "And at the moment, that's you."

The 17-year-old blonde laughed slightly and climbed into the bed once he had stripping to his boxers. After two weeks this still felt weird to be in a separate bed from his lover, but it had to be done. Wyatt needed to think about things, and that could only be done with Chris far away from him.

"Turn out the light will you?"

After almost three weeks of being on a break, everything seemed to go back to normal. The group celebrated Wyatt's birthday by chaining him to the basketball post while drunk for a few hours with a few less clothes than he should have had on, luckily they got away with it, he should have been ready for someone to play a prank on him, really. And ok, not everything was completely normal, but how it was before the two teens had started to get physical with each other. But both knew there was something missing, and found they could not be in the same room as each other when they were changing. Just the temptation to touch one another was getting too much.

That morning, Wyatt was awake first and could hear Chris' breathing from the bed across the room. In fact, the breathing sounded almost like someone else was in the bed with him, touching him in places that only Wyatt should be touching him in, places that Wyatt wanted to touch him in. He had almost made a decision by now. It seemed pretty fast, three weeks and he knew what he was going to do, but he was going to wait until tonight to let Chris know. Valentines Day. Now, Wyatt was not normally a romantic guy, but this seemed worth it, and I'm guessing you all know what he was going to do – you got it, make up with him (of course!) just as long as something did not happen between now and tonight.

As he laid in bed, he could hear a whimper of pleasure coming from the brunette that was starting to slightly arouse Wyatt. He could feel his erection growing as Chris' breathing quickened. He knew exactly what Chris was dreaming about, well roughly what Chris was dreaming about, he knew exactly what Chris was doing in his dream and that had Wyatt squirming in the bed, making him wish that he could have been the one making Chris make those noises.

The Halliwell sighed as Chris moaned again, he could hear the brunette's body moving around in the sheets, causing Wyatt to close his eyes and try to think of something to take his mind off it. Why had he woken up so early? And why had he woken up to Chris having a dream about obviously having sex with someone. Then it hit him, who was he dreaming about? Wyatt? Bianca? It had better not be Bianca, if she was turning up in his dreams then she was going to hear what for. But if it was neither Wyatt or Bianca, then who was Chris thinking about?

"Oh God." Chris moaned out loud. Wyatt decided not to stay here any longer and got up to get a shower. At least they would be nice and hot with nobody else up.

As the door closed to, Chris' eyes opened wide, his heartbeat racing. He sat up and looked around to find that Wyatt must have gotten up, that was what caused the sound of the bang. As he was about to get out from under the covers he realised they were wet.

"Shit!" he said to himself as he realised what he was dreaming about was really, well, a dream…Was that why Wyatt had gotten up? Had he been talking in his sleep again? Made it obvious what he was dreaming about? No, if he had then Wyatt would have probably known that Chris was dreaming about him. However, maybe he did know and that was why he left. It had been almost three weeks since Wyatt had called for the break, and nothing had been said about whether they were getting back together or not, had he now decided and decided that he still could not trust Chris? Suddenly the sound of a phone ringing startled Chris out of his thoughts. His phone ringing. He reached over to see the caller ID, but it had been withheld.

"Hello?" he answered the call, this had better not be Caitlin, maybe that was why Wyatt had left the room, had she called him?

"Chris?" No, it was not Caitlin, it was another girl, someone who he had thought was out of his life.

"Bianca?"

"Yeah, sorry, did I wake you?" Chris could have lied and said yes, but he was not in the mood to play little games.

"No, you didn't actually," he sighed, "What are you doing calling me? I thought you were out of my life."

"You wrote to me, remember?" oh great, this was going to turn out to be an invitation for her to get back into his life, "Anyway, I just wondered if you got my letter yet. You never called or anything."

"Letter? You wrote me a letter?"

"Yeah, I kind of needed to," she said softly, for once no hysterics or psychoticness to her, she sounded like the old Bianca he knew, "Erm, look, I said to call me if you wanted when you got it, but if you don't get it today then don't, ok? You won't be able to reach me." At this point Wyatt had walked back in, slightly confused with himself, he had still not gotten a shower. Chris did not realise at first as he spoke on the phone.

"B, what do you mean I won't be able to reach you?" His heart pounded at the sound of what she was saying. It sounded so cryptic, yet it scared him. Like she was hiding something from him, something that she was going to do.

Upon hearing the dreaded initial, Wyatt's chest tightened, what was Chris doing on the phone to Bianca at this time of a morning? And why today of all days?

"Don't worry, Chris, it's all explained in the letter when you get it," Bianca explained over the phone, as Chris' breathing quickened, was she planning something? As in something final? Was she crazy enough to think of suicide all because she had not got her own way? Although, according to the letter he sent her, she had gotten her own way, "I've got to go. My mom wants me. Don't worry, ok though, I'm not doing anything stupid…I know what you're thinking. You should get the letter soon."

"Bianca…" but the line went dead. Chris looked at the phone, frowning, confused at the conversation. What the hell was she doing? He put the phone down and climbed off the bed, coming face to face with a hurt and angry Wyatt.

"So it's not over between you two."

"Wyatt, not now," Chris said, quickly grabbing a towel to go for a quick shower. He needed to get changed now and get down to the post room, he had not checked it for the past week or so, not really expecting any post, there was no-one to sending him anything, so maybe he missed it and maybe she had confessed something as stupid as suicide in the letter, "I've got to…I'll explain later."

Wyatt stood, completely confused at the situation as he watched the Perry run out of the room and down the hallway. That was some phone call to get him out of bed like that, but hearing who it was on the other end of the phone just brought back memories of what had happened. While Chris was in the shower, Wyatt decided to do something he promised himself he would not do. He needed to know if Chris was truthful and it was only a one off thing. If he and Bianca were together on the sly there would be text messages and phone calls as proof. The Halliwell picked up the phone and went through the received call list. There was one unknown numbers and a withheld number on the list. He recognised the unknown number as Caitlin's, plus the date and time of that call confirmed it was Caitlin and when he looked at the date and time of the withheld one it was from just now, but there was nothing about Bianca calling at anytime in the past three weeks, in fact there had been nothing between Caitlin and Bianca's call this morning, except Titch and Speedy during a couple of weeks ago when Chris had gone out for a run without telling anybody.

The Halliwell moved on to Chris' outgoing call lists, but nothing, no outgoing calls made since, well since Christmas vacation. So far, Chris was telling the truth, there had been nothing going on between him and Bianca, nor him and anybody else for that matter, unless it was in the school and like Naff had said, somebody would know and it would get back to Wyatt if it had. Hovering over a button, Wyatt wondered whether to check the text messages, really he should not, they were Chris' privacy, but then again Chris knew Wyatt did not trust him and should have gotten rid of any incriminating text messages. Deciding to check them, Wyatt clicked the button and scrolled through them. Most were from Titch, Speedy, Naff, the gang basically, and seemingly about Wyatt's birthday prank, this was where he found out that Chris was behind it all, he should have known really, getting Wyatt back for what he did on Chris' 18th, but there was one text message from Bianca. As he opened the message he checked the date.

Sent 26th December 2020

He had an idea what this was about, but maybe this would tell him more of what happened, though maybe he did not really want to know what had happened. Finally deciding to read the message, he clicked the button.

Nice to know you leave without saying bye. That's two partners you've cheated on now, how will your boyfriend take it when he finds out? Oh, my mom's coming home today, fancy coming round to see her? Maybe we could have a repeat of this morning.

It did not completely deny that nothing else had happened, but something seemed to it like Chris had been telling the truth all along. It was just a one-off, a big mistake as he had told Wyatt. He stared at it, reading it over and over again, it was like she was laughing at Chris, gloating that she had won, that he had slept with her again even though they had broken up. As he put the phone back on the table, he turned around to see Titch standing at the door. He had not even heard him knock or anything.

"You really don't trust him, do you?" the 18-year-old blonde asked, smirking at the way Wyatt looked like a deer caught in headlights, "Look, he hadn't cheated on you since. Me and Speed would know if he had and I can guarantee Bianca was a one-off."

"Really? How exactly?"

"He's told you what happened, right?" Titch asked, sitting on the end of Wyatt's bed as they spoke, "How it all came about happening. Me and Chris have been best buds since coming here, and I know how he dealt with his parent's death. He was devastated and I know for a fact he only got with Bianca because she was his rock through that. He never loved her, not the way he does you, and he never felt anything when he cheated on her with Ben. There was not regret, no guilt, nothing. When he cheated on you…well…I don't know what he was thinking during it I mean I found out the same time you did, but he called Speedy and asked his opinion, he was so messed up in his head about it, he didn't know whether to tell you or not. He figured if he didn't tell you then you wouldn't get hurt but if you found out from someone else you'd feel worse than if he just came out and said it. What would you have done in his position?"

"You're trying to make me sound like the bad guy here."

"Sorry, not meant to, but try and see it from his point of view," Titch said, "He made a mistake, everybody makes a mistake, I'm sure you've made one…in fact I know you've made one. You got your ex pregnant, you told Chris about it and guess what, he's still standing by you. He wants to fucking move in with you and help you raise it for God's sake. That's how in love with you he is. Damn it, you've got him applying for the SATs next month, fuck knows how you managed that because me and Speedy have been trying since last year. You're the best thing that's happened to him and yeah, he threw that back at you, but it was an accident. He loves you Wyatt and I know you love him."

"And what if that's not enough?"

"Loves always enough, isn't it?" the smaller male asked with a shrug, "I wouldn't know, I've never been in love. I'm a bit of a committment phobe and never trusted a girl to love her…"

"So there's trust as well."

"You did trust him, once upon a time," Titch pointed out, "And trust can grow back. Once you fall out of love with someone, that's it that doesn't come back, but trust does if you let it. It's up to you though…"

Titch stopped talking as he saw the door opening and Chris walking in wearing just a towel.

"Hey Titch," Chris sighed, his mind still racing from his call from Bianca, "What you doing up this early."

"It's almost seven, how am I early?"

"You're never up at this time." Titch looked at his friend, slightly confused as Chris just threw on his uniform and started heading out of the door.

"Where are you going?" Wyatt asked, also confused at what he was doing.

"I'll explain later," Chris said hurriedly, "Right now, I just need to check something."

Once Chris left the room, Wyatt turned to the teen sat on his bed.

"Bianca called this morning and he's been like that ever since." Titch had a worried look on his face, what had Bianca said to Chris for him to being racing around at seven in the morning? Something was bad and Titch knew it had something to do with that damned letter he mailed.

The Halliwell laid back on his bed, it was nearly four in the afternoon and Wyatt had not seen Chris all day. In fact, nobody had seen Chris all day. He had not turned up to any of his lessons, not been to any meals and not even been in the hut. Finding himself really worrying for Chris' safety, Wyatt decided that he would go out on a Chris-hunt. Everybody that had his number had tried to call him, but he was not answering. He must have been back to the room after going where ever he had gone this morning because his cell phone had been moved from the desktop, but still nobody had seen him come or go.

As Wyatt made his way down the corridor, he decided to stop at Speedy's door, which was open so Wyatt knew someone was in here. As he put his head around the door, he saw Frank Speed sat at his desk doing what looked like drawing.

"Hey, dude," Wyatt said, realising the high school senior had not noticed his presence. As Speedy turned around, Wyatt continued talking, "I'm going out to look for Chris."

"He still not back?" Now Speedy was worried, it was not like Chris to be gone so long without someone know where he had gone, unless he got lost on a run, but that hardly happened anymore. The school grounds were big, but…erm…not that big, unless Chris went out of the grounds and into a nearby town, which right now Speedy hoped he had not.

"No, so I'm gonna go out where he normally runs, see if he's there."

"Ok," the 17-year-old nodded, "I'll keep trying him here. You got your cell phone?"

"Yeah, I'll call or text if I find him."

"Cool, I'll let you know if he comes back, man."

With that, Wyatt left the corridor and made his way outside, checking the usual areas first like the smoking hut, but with no look, he ventured further out. After an hour of looking, Wyatt was about to give up and go back, hoping Chris would turn up before it got dark, although it was not something he wanted to do. Chris could have been anywhere, and it was scaring the hell out of him that he was gone. In fact, Wyatt found his heart was beating like crazy, his mind racing, wondering where Chris could have gone. Hearing a twig snap behind him in one of the small woods in the surrounding area, that led to the main road on the outskirts of the school, Wyatt turned around but there was nobody there.

"It was just an animal," Wyatt sighed, talking to himself, after all there were plenty of squirrels and rabbits around to make a twig snap, "And great, now you're talking to yourself. Way to go, Wyatt." As he continued to look, he heard another twig snap and then the sound of something smashing against a tree. Realising that could not be an animal, the Halliwell made his way to where the noise came from to find his lover slumped up against a tree a nearly finished six-pack in front of him and another six-pack near that. He watched him carefully as he walked towards the 18-year-old, and could see a letter in his hand, but it did not look open. Although, Chris was staring at it, as if he was afraid of what was in it or who it was from.

"Chris?" Wyatt called out his lovers name, now bending down so he could look in his usual soft eyes, but now they were different, like they belonged to someone completely different. Chris was completely drunk, out of it, his pupils were dilated and his hands were shaking as he held onto the letter. Wyatt took hold of both of Chris' hands in one hand and the letter in the other.

"Chris, you're freezing," he said worriedly, the brunette's hands were like ice, "Chris, give me the letter, c'mon on and lets get you back inside."

"No," Chris shook his head, "Don't touch the letter." His words were slurred and his actions slow, making Wyatt worry even more. How much had he really had to drink and how much was the 18-year-old going to drink after. What was going through his mind as he sat here?

"Chris, c'mon, lets get you back," Wyatt pleaded with him, he was so scared, afraid he was going to lose Chris, "You can open the letter inside and see who its from."

"I know who it's from," the brunette slurred, "It's from that bitch…and I know what it says, she's killed herself."

"What?" Wyatt did not know whether to make head nor tail about it. Was it drunken ramblings or was that what she had told Chris over the phone this morning? "Chris, c'mon…"

"Whatdoyoucare?" his words were all running into one now, as he seemed to drink more. Wyatt was trying to stop him but it was no use, the alcohol had given Chris that little bit of extra strength, "Youdon'tloveme, youneverdid."

"Lets get you back to the room, shall we?" Wyatt was not in the mood for this, he had been worried that something had happened to Chris all day just to find him being stupid and drunk in the middle of a forest with a letter from his ex-fiancée, "C'mon, now."

Chris was still ignoring the Halliwell, making Wyatt realise he needed help so he called Speedy to get as many of the gang together to get could to help him with Chris. As the two waited for the reinforcements, Wyatt sat next to the troubled brunette and pulled him close to him, relieved that Chris was not pulling away from him.

"How do you know she's killed herself?"

"She told me."

"She actually told you she was going to kill herself?" this sounded like her seeking attention because Chris was gone and had not bothered calling or writing.

"No," Chris shook his head, as if not getting why Wyatt did not understand what he was saying, "She said…she…said that…I wouldn't be able to….to call after…after tonight. That's what she said."

"But she didn't say she was going to kill herself."

"No Wyatt," Chris now pulled himself out of Wyatt's hug, "Listen to what I'm saying to you." This was getting him nowhere so Wyatt decided to take the letter and look at it.

"Hey, give it back."

"Open it then," Wyatt said, "Because if you don't then I will." He really did not want to argue with him, not when he was in this state, but he needed to raise his voice since the Perry really was not listening to him.

"Idon'twantto." Chris said, before taking a final swig of his beer bottle and then threw it against the tree in front of him. Wyatt sighed but managed to stop Chris from getting another bottle.

"You've had enough."

"You can't tell me…tell me what to do," Chris tried to point at Wyatt, but he was all over the place. Wyatt was actually glad the brunette was sat down, otherwise he would have been swaying and staggering all over the place, "You don't get to anymore…nope you don't…because we're not…we're not togeth…together anymore. So you can't tell…tell me what to….what to do." The 17-year-old just sighed and shook his head, he really was not going to get any sense in him whatsoever. By now he could see Speedy, Stick, Nick and James coming up towards them.

"I know, why don't I take the letter while we get you back to the room," Wyatt offered, "That way you don't lose it."

"Don'topenit."

"I won't open it," the Halliwell sighed as the group got closer, "Don't worry. I promise." With Chris happy that Wyatt could take the letter, he put it in his pocket and helped Chris to his feet, just as the 'four musketeers' made their way over to them.

"Hey, C!" Stick smiled, putting one of the Perry's arms around his neck to help him, "We've been looking all over for you. So here's where you've been hiding."

"You weren't loo…looking…hard enough, were you?" Chris slurred as he staggered in Stick's direction, luckily James was there to stop them both from falling over.

"We obviously weren't." Stick agreed, silently thanking James as Wyatt took the other side and Nick picked up the packs of beer. Speedy and James stayed close by just in case Chris stumbled anymore. This was going to be good getting him back in the school building without being stopped by any teachers.

"You think he's been up here this whole time?" James asked, as they walked towards the building.

"He's been into town," Nick stated, holding up the packs of beer, "How many of these has he had?"

"God knows," Speedy shook his head, he had roughly found out from Wyatt what was wrong with Chris, well he knew it involved Bianca and that was all that mattered for Speedy, "But we just need to get him back without anyone seeing him."

"I can get back myself." Chris stated, but earned a glare from Wyatt but it still did not stop Chris from trying to fight his way off the two teens holding him.

"Chris, c'mon, stop it ok." Wyatt was only just realising how violent Chris could actually get. A few drinks down him and he was mad, making Wyatt wonder if this was how he was when he was just pissed off.

What had taken Speedy and the guys 15 minutes to get out here had taken them 45 minutes to get back because of Chris' stumbling and arguing. He was not the best drunk in the world, and Wyatt should have really remembered after that night he hit Bianca. Once in the room, Stick and Wyatt put Chris on his bed and then made their way into Speedy's room, saying that they would check on Chris every 15 minutes or so to make sure he had not tried to climb out of the window or something stupid. They sat around the room, not really knowing what to do. If Bianca was involved in this, which Wyatt strongly knew she was, this was going to put more damage on the teen's relationship.

The Halliwell began to wonder what had really gotten Chris like this? Was he that scared of losing Bianca? They had broken up, she had said she was out of his life and that was something he was supposed to be happy about. Ok, there were possibilities that she was lying, but since they had been back they had heard nothing from her and now all of a sudden she calls and sends a letter. He took the envelope out of his pocket that he had taken from the brunette and wanted to open it, just be find out what she had said, find out if Chris' thoughts were right, if she had killed herself. But he could not do that, he could not betray Chris' trust, just because Chris had betrayed his, he would not stoop that low. All he could do was wait for Chris to sober up and find out the full story from him.

yes the letter was going to come back and bite him in the ass, but what does Bianca's letter really say? You'll get to find out soon. I promise. So for now please review the chapter.