AN: Alright! Another update. c: I know this one took me a little while, but I'm transitioning schools so I haven't had too much time to write. Gotta focus on my studies and stuff! But anyway, here's chapter 3. Please review so I know what you guys think!

Also, Thank you for taking the time to read up to this point and being patient with me. I appreciate it. ^^

The embarrassment I feel now was far different from the embarrassment I felt when I was with my foster father.

All I could do was sit there with my pants around my knees and gawk. He looked like he was about to bust out laughing. Actually, I bet if he wasn't in the midst of sex, he probably would have. I noticed his lips twitch between half fake and half real moans. It was almost futile for him to contain himself, yet the man above him didn't even notice.

I glared and with the speck of dignity I had left, I pulled up my pants and prepared myself to leave.

But then, realisation hit me. I had to walk in their direction to get to school. Therefore…

I couldn't leave.

I didn't want to get caught by that old man. He wasn't only an adult, he was twice my size. What if he turned me in to the police or beat me up or something? I'd never hear the end of it from Takuro. A deadly shiver went down my spine as his name and images of this morning flashed through my mind. I pinched my cheek, snapping myself out of it; now was definitely not the time to think about that. I had to focus on not being seen. I tried not to look back at them, but it was almost impossible with how loud a certain blue-haired boy was being!

I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose or not. My curiosity was eating at me. I really wanted to look even if I'd regret it.

Then I got to thinking… Despite being a boy, he was really beautiful. He had a pretty face, flawless skin, and a body most girls would die for. His eyes were a unique color too. I've never seen such gorgeous silver eyes in my life. I sighed, bowing my head. Even if he is attractive, he's playing games with my head. It wouldn't end well if I fell for him. He wouldn't like me like that anyway. All he seems to care about is sex and money (which isn't something I'm willing to provide).

Unless he has some sort of meaning behind it? Was he making money this way because it's the only way he knows…?

A loud moan startled me and I quickly looked in the direction it came from. I saw the older man standing droopily over the other male. He was wearing a business suit so he must work for some kind of corporation. The man put his member away and straightened his tie as the navy blue haired boy smoothed down his skirt and readjusted his camisole. It must have been pulled loose by the older man when I wasn't paying attention. I blushed again. That sounded so weird in my head!

I saw the old man's lips move. I listened closely, hardly catching anything he was saying. The boy faced him and leaned to the side, putting his hand on his hip. The man pulled out a business card and handed it to the boy. I could only hear a few words:

"Call later… " More words and a smile. "... Eve."

Eve. I feel like I've heard that name before. Maybe he's just a popular prostitute or something? I swore I overheard some high school boys mentioning that name a couple days back.

I shoved that thought to the back of my mind. I'd rather pay attention now and not miss anything. I want to figure out who this person his. I'm just going to assume this boys name is Eve.

Eve smiled, flashing his clear white teeth. He accepted the card and daintily stuck it into his camisole, sending the older man a flirty gaze. Eve spoke softly, moving his lips sensually. I tried reading his lips but he was talking too fast.
The man chuckled, holding his stomach. "Eve! You're such a card!" He said loudly between breaths.

He started walking away now waving at Eve. Eve waved back with a girlish smile and a cute, "bye-bye!"

Suddenly, the blue haired boy turned around and faced me. He shot me a smirk and I debated what to do. I stood and picked up my bag, keeping eye contact with the boy. I didn't know if I could trust him...

"Hey!"

What does he want? Why does he still want to keep messing with me? He started walking towards me. I backed away, defensively. After all, I don't know what kind of person he is when he's not being a prostitute. And that's not a good way to start.

"... What?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

I glared at him. "Aren't you?"

He laughed. "Me? Go to school? You're funny!"

So he's a truant.

He wiped away a tear that formed in his eye from laughing. "You never answered my question." His face was stoic suddenly. I wonder how he could change expressions so fast?

"Why are you here? Do you always come here and jack off or is this a new routine of yours?"
He crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the tree.

I blushed. "S-Shut up! At least I'm not the one exposing myself in a public park for a dirty old man!"

Wrong move. Eve's face contorted into anger. He gripped the collar of my shirt and lifted. He was smaller than me, but obviously had the strength to counter it.
"Don't fucking judge me! You exposed yourself as much as I did!"

He pulled my face close to his and glared at me with his silver shimmering orbs. They captured rage, swirling with a tint of sadness and insecurity. They reminded me of a shiny silver sea trapped inside two miniature globes, trying to escape… He looked like he was about to cry.

I gave him a stern look and gently grazed the hand holding me captive softly with my own.

"Don't cry, Eve…"

He loosened his grip slightly, his eyes widened. He was silent for a moment, and I swore I saw a tear drip down, but I couldn't tell for certain.

I smiled sheepishly; It was only a little twitch at the sides of my mouth. But as soon as he saw it, his cheeks turned pink and he pushed me onto the ground. I fell with a thud, right on my tailbone. "Ow!" I lost grip of my bag resulting in the majority of my papers and books scattering onto the grass. I glared up at him. He towered over me with hands on his hips. He was smirking again. Maybe he had some domination complex or something.

"What was that for?" I asked, annoyed. For a minute I couldn't stand; he knocked the wind out of me.

"That's not my name."

I was confused. "What?"

He sighed, as if the answer was obvious. "Eve's only my name when I'm doing those types of things…"

"What's your real name then?" I wondered as I started to collect my things. He seemed to think about this as though it was a difficult question. Then again, he seemed to be irritated with my questions.

"... You can just call me Rat. That's what people around here call me."

"Rat?"

"Yep. That's ma' name."

"Okay…" What a strange name. I felt like I'd heard it before though. I wonder where...

"Well, my name's Shion." I stood up, book bag hanging over my shoulders. I held out my hand and he tensed. I expected a handshake, but all I got was a long, untrusting stare. He almost looked nervous. I put my hand back to my side and I saw him relax. There was an awkward silence then. It must've only lasted a minute but it felt like an hour. He avoided eye contact with me, but I could tell he was watching my every move out of his peripheral.
"... You should get to school." He finally said, picking at the edges of his skirt. His eyes, still avoiding me.

"But," I started. "What about you?"

"school isn't important to me." He stared down at the ground. "I have enough problems. I don't need school to interfere. Plus, it's a waste of time. I could be making money instead of sitting in a classroom for hours-"

"School is important! How are you ever going to get out of this place?!" I interrupted with disbelief.

He twitched, glossy silver orbs' attention on me. His eyebrows furrowed, "You seriously think you can escape by going to a school they control? You're easy brainwash material, Shion."

His eyes were boring into my skin. It felt like he was piercing me with them. His tone was supposed to be harsh, but it came out wavering. He was strong and kept his stance though.

"You don't really think that do you, Rat?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He was serious, his glare intense. Was I really prying too much…? I wanted to know what reasons he had. I could make all the assumptions I wanted, but I wouldn't know the truth. I wanted to know more about him...

He turned away from me, cutting off the conversation. "I have to go. Get to school." He bolted in the opposite direction. I stood there, dumbly. And at that moment, I didn't know what to do.

But thinking back on it, I should have ran after him.