A/N: I'm glad you all like this! Here is chapter two R&R

Chaper two.

As the last bell of the day rings I can't help but sigh in relief. Getting up at 5:30 to spend my time in a prison with wardens who constantly bark order after order. Not to mention the crammed hallways full of idiots who have nothing better to say other than a load of complete bullshit.

I never said I liked school.

Grabbing my last notebook out of my locker, I head outside to meet my boyfriend. Jeff is incorperated in nearly every aspect of my daily agenda. He's there in the morning, after my second period class so he can walk with me to third, all of lunch, before and after sixth, then we meet outside before we go home. If there was any other possible way for me to see him more, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Opening the door from the inside to out is much cooler. School is always very hot and stuffy. Opening the door from hot and stuffy to fresh and cool is like jumping in a pool in the middle of August. I go and stand at my usual wall, nothing the new grafetti. I nearly choke in anger when I finally get close enough to read it.

Clearly written in large black letters is the word "Faggot." The only thing I can not stand for the life of me is that word. Call me anything you like, be as immature as you please, but honestly being rude about it is totally unneccesary. I'm used to the ridicule by now, two years out of the closet and you would be too. The only thing I still can't stand is being called a faggot. That, and seeing Jeff hurt because of some cold-hearted idiot. I'm so busy aimlessly ranting in my head that I don't realize Jeff standing in front of me.

"Shannon, hey, Earth to Jupiter."

I snap out of my daze and smile at him.

"Sorry, just thinking." I said, kissing his cheek.

"You look distracted." Jeff said, laceing his fingers into mine and rubing his thumb across the top of my knuckles.

"No, no I'm fine. Just thinking about things."

I give his hand an encouraging squeeze and smile. Jeff wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles his face into my neck. His shaggy blonde hair tickles my chin, like when a cat rubs up against the back of your leg. I smile, wrapping my arms around his small, bony waist. Jeff's tall, but he's got nothing to him. Skin and bones as my mother so polietly pointed out one night.

"People are staring." Jeff mumbled into my neck. I too, feel the heat of eyes even with mine closed. I lift Jeff's head gently off my shoulder and kiss him right on the lips.

Give them something to stare at.