Jo choked a little while they cleaned her when she started, "I was kissing Samantha when a few senior guys came over and started to taunt us." It looked like it was hard for her, so I grabbed her closer. "They tossed cash at us and started to yell slurs about how a penis and a vagina go together, not two of the same kind. I had had it so I sent Samantha off and then started to yell back. I told their leader that if he didn't stop, I'd cut his precious dick off. And then – and then he," she started to choke louder this time, her sobs hitting my chest like waves of thunder rippling off of her. "They started to hit me, and they hit me really hard before they –they tore my jump suit. I did my best to hold them off, but they just kept hitting me. I screamed. I screamed for help from anyone and they all walked away. Like I was a piece of trash." Now tears rolled down my eyes as they wiped her face, even when she started to shiver and shutter under their light touches.

"You don't have to say anything else if you don't want to honey," I caressed her back as they slowly stripped the coat off of her and started to wipe again.

"NO! it's important that they know – even if it hurts," she wiped her puffy eyes before looking back to James and Camille who refused to look her in the eyes. "For some weird reason, they all used condoms when they .. did what they did .. except for the one who raped my –" she started to choke again before I finished her sentence questioningly.

"face, he didn't use protection there." It was hard to spit that out.

"He finished first," she whimpered, still obviously tasting the poison he injected past her lips, "and then he wrote on my head." Camille was getting to work on that specifically while James was bandaging cuts. "Look, I don't want to take this to the police, I just want this to stay quiet. I can live with the pain. I'm stron-"

"To Hell with that," I shouted, causing Jo to jump, "this can't go without punishment. It's unacceptable. In L.A. this shit would have nev-"

"This isn't L.A. and it would get us all in trouble," Jo finally looking up at me, "I won't risk us all just to get some payback."

"Fine, but we're taking you to the hospital," I pleaded, this time taking a softer approach to win.

"No … OWW!" she shouted as James started to bend her arm.

"Actually, yes you are," he said, finally someone giving me some support, "You're arm might be realy hurt and that's something you can't not take care of."

"No, No Wa-" James and I picked her up while she was kicking and screaming and Camille got the car ready. "I swear to God, I'll jump out of this car if you try to take me." We shoved her into the middle of the backseat and sandwiched her so she couldn't move and try anything. She started to cry again and then I started to cry again and it was all a big emotional mess by that point. Somehow she was taking the events of tonight better than I was. Two hours later, we were in a room with a nurse telling her what happened and explaining everything. What I didn't realize was who the nurse was.

"After all this, I forgot to ask you, what's your name," James said politely, even if the circumstances were high energy.

"I'm Nurse Knight, maybe you know my son Kendall, I think he's in your grade," James smiled and nodded before giving her an answer.

"I'm James, Kendall's friend, maybe he's told me about you," she turned white and her eyes grew wide, "and these are my friends Logan, Camille, and J…"

"Look, what you do in the bedroom is your business, but don't report this," she pointed to Jo with the i.v.'s in her, talking with Camille like they had been friends forever, "there are nurses and doctors around here who aren't as acceptant as I am and I'm only that way because I understand what you go through. When my son came out to me, it was difficult to accept but,"

"Kendall's Gay," James yelled, giving her big eyes like she had before.

"You didn't know that," she said, "you haven't checked your phones yet."

I couldn't look her in the eyes when I responded, "we haven't since the accident."

"Look, work this out with him, but don't go throwing your names around, we all got the same text about you you did," the nurse said, acting like a teen, "It was on Nurse Stetson's son's wall. Now I'll get Jo her sling and get you all ready to go, but don't make a scene." It was like being in an awful nightmare the way we were being treated. So segregated a doctor couldn't even help us. It was sickening and gross. And all this while my mother was out drinking and dancing. How the hell was that fair. And my head was really hurting from the hangover that was rebeginning and the thoughts that were racing through my head.

"Resend this text to your whole contact list if –" James interrupted Camille before she could continue telling her he head all ready heard the text about himself. But she shook her head and started over.

"Resend this text to your whole contact list if Kendall Knight is a, is gay," she couldn't say the word she knew would set me off in an instant. "and there's a picture." I looked in horror as I saw the picture of our intimate moment in the closet. It was me giving Kendall a blowjob. No one needed more evidence, this would out him if nothing else could.

"Twice in a night," I commented, faking a laugh as James looked up in anger and Camille in shock. Jo was already chuckling.

"Hope you used a rubber, cause I sure as hell did," that sick sense of humor leaving her and hitting me like a bullet, but I think James's stare of daggers hurt more.

"I'm sorry, I really am, it was some a loss in judgment," I began looking towards James who was rushing out of the room. "I was so drunk and horny and pissed that I didn't think when he came on to me, I just said yes," but I knew that wasn't the truth. I had crushed on Kendall since day one and it was so hard to accept that. And it made me want it even more. My own personal forbidden fruit. And the taste was bitter and sweet. I was rushing after James when he turned around and began:

"You knew, You knew how I felt and you still did it," he was angry, but somehow he was maintaining a low tone, "and you had the nerve to put my clothes on afterward."

I was on the verge of crying when I spat out, "I'm so sorry, I-"

"Sorry does shit," he seethed, "especially now of all times. And you know what the worst part is, I'm not even pissed it was with Kendall, I'm pissed it was with you." Tears were starting to role down when I finally looked into his eyes.

"I don't understand," I said honestly, feeling the sobs wreck havoc on my already anxious breathing. He drew closer to me before grasping my hips and pulling me forward as well. He buried his face in my hair before whispering:

"I lied," and I looked into his eyes in deeper confusion.

"About what?" I said, feeling his warm breath caress my wet cheek.

"About that kiss, those kisses," he said before lifting me up a little and bending down. He kissed me again and it was passionate, but I felt nothing. No sparks, No euphoria, just warmth. And I guess I could accept that to make him truly happy. And that made me happy. For all his slip ups, James had been so good to me and I'd thrown a lot of crap at him. I stole the guy he liked, insulted him, treated him like he was below me. I'd abused him. And for some reason, he came back to me for more, like a little puppy. And I had decided at that moment I couldn't hurt that puppy anymore; couldn't leave it with anymore scars or bruises, I could just love it. So when he took a breath for air after such a deep kiss, I committed the ultimate sin. I lied.

"I lied to," I stated, hiding my eyes from his loving stare, "because I was scared at what our love would do. I was scared it would rip us apart." I finally looked up to his smiling face, glowing with joy and delight and I decided that I could be like this to. You didn't exactly need passion in love, just joy. But somewhere in the back of my heart and mind, I remembered my kiss with Kendall. And the fireworks and sparklers that went off when I felt our lips collide. Someday, maybe I could feel this way with James. Someday.

3 weeks later

Jo never would return to her normal bright self after what happened that fateful night. Neither would the town as a whole. You'd think after two outings in a days time, the town might learn to grow, but no, James was exactly right. The backlash was severe, but one of the worst was the day after it happened; James and I were at the mall, celebrating our decision to be a couple when a quiet rose in the assembly. Kendall was coming up to us and seemed to be targeting us for some reason and James gave me a worried look. He shoved me behind his back before turning around to face the blonde bull rushing at us. I cowered behind his tall figure as the crowd watched like it was some drawn out soap opera. The two homophobic, outed boys fighting over the toy that each had claimed in a week's time. My life at the moment was Will and Grace meets Twilight and for the first time, there was nothing good that could come out of that situation.

"I thought I had told you if you ever did that, I would kill you," Kendall started.

"What are you talking about," James demanded back.

"I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to the slut behind you," Kendall said, obviously pointing to me.

"Who the fu-" James was starting to bow up when I came up from behind him; the crowd drew there breath in.

"I can handle this, love," I said, throwing our audience a bone for drama. Just cause this was dramatic, didn't mean I couldn't have fun with the onlooker's emotions. "What are you talking about anyway Kendall, you're the one who spiked my punch," I quickly followed with, letting James protective arm push me back again.

"I think you have it wrong homo"

"Homo, you're the one enjoying the b.j. in the pic, Ken Doll."

"You drugged-"

"I didn't drug shit," I responded harshly, "because you could fucking respond to my moans well enough when you fucked me up the ass. That's for damn sure." I knew it would hurt James, but it would hurt Kendall more.

"You're lying and you-"

"I've said it ounce, now. Fuck. Off." James said calmly, but moving forward to make the height difference obvious between the two.

"What are you gonna do if I don't," Kendall retorted, "Profess your love for me again."

"What are you gonna do if I do," James said, "Fuck me. Cause we know you like it rough with guys you do the dirty with." James gave a cold laugh as Kendall started to turn away, but I realized that this wasn't over. It wasn't over by a long shot, and I was right again. Kendall turned, giving James a left hook that forced him off his balance, but James wouldn't give up easy because to him, the fight was to protect his boyfriend. I knew it was for his boyfriend, but I could never admit that to him; it would hurt him to much. James swung his arm out, forcing Kendall off his knees and forcing him to the ground as well. They both hopped up at the same time and started to box, which was starting to become hilarious, but then James slipped and Kendall dove onto him. They began to wrestle across the floor before James finally regained his feet and kicked Kendall in the chin back down. This was the final straw for the blonde boy, who's anger radiated out of his eyes like nothing I'd ever seen before. He finally got back up when James got ready to fight, but Kendall was slower reaching and fishing into his boot for something that scared me. You only reach into your boot for one reason and Kendall had finally found it. The knife he pulled was small, but it would hurt James. Kendall started to come closer, the crowd realizing this was no longer a show, but reality. If something wasn't done, someone could really be hurt soon and I realized that as I began my steady descent forward. Kendall dove forward at James when I took the blow that could have killed the beautiful creature standing behind me. He hit me hard in the chest, knocking my breath out as I hit the ground with the knife landing next to me. It had broken skin right at my shoulder, but it wasn't deep, only a flesh wound (doctor talk, my dream) still I knew it had affected him. They both stopped and just watched; everyone just stopped and watched and I knew I'd have to make what I said next count to stop this shit.

"If you love me," I delivered, letting the venom in my voice sting everyone, "you'd stop fighting before you kill me literally. Come on James, let's go." I went to grab James's hand, but instead he scooped me up like a bride and carried me to the car. And that would be my last time to see Kendall for a while.

Author's Note: Okay, I swear this will turn into a Kogan at one point, but to get to that, we'll just have to tolerate the Jagan. I swear to God – or let me queen out and swear on something that means something to me. I swear to the Goddess Cher that this will become a Kogan. That's serious. Love ya so much. XoXo