Hello people. Hehe I don't think I can express how sorry I am for not updating in like 4 months. Well first off, I was in danger of not graduating. But with a ton of hard work and extra credit, I passed some of my classes with a D. I think it was like 2 or 3 classes I managed to pass with a D. haha Well other than that, I have a joy for you all. Since I haven't updated in 4 months, I'm going to give you all 7 chapters this week. A chapter per day? Hmm? What do you guys think. I hope you all can forgive me. Without further ado, here's the rest of the story.

Chapter 9: I Ain't Thru

Carlos

Damn it! How could I forget to clean my hands? I hope he isn't that suspicious. He thought. Carlos rushed into the men's room and turned on the water. He scrubbed the scabs of his knuckles off in frenzy. The minute bell ranged but he didn't care he was always late to Mr. Gerald's Geometry class. Five minutes passed and he thought he did a good job of cleaning his knuckles.

He strolled into his first period and was immediately given unwanted attention. "Well, well, well, Mr. Garcia. Care to join us for your chapter test?" Mr. Gerald implied. "You seriously are hoping I fail, don't you?" Carlos sneered. "Just take the test, will you Carlos? And focus this time, won't you?" the teacher remarked. He snatched the test from his teacher's hands and proceeded to the back of the class. He immediately remembered how to do every problem due to Logan's tutoring. He did all the problems while it was still fresh in his mind. Needless to say, he aced the test, he just knew it. He went ahead and turned it in to the teacher. "Finished so soon? Allow me to grade it now." Mr. Gerald snarky said. The teacher whipped out his red pen, but failed to find a single mistake. He couldn't believe it. Carlos had beaten his teacher's test. To him that was the meanest bitch slap to the teacher's face. Deep inside Carlos felt joyful that he proved Mr. Gerald's implied failure wrong.

He simply went back to his chair and had the biggest smile on his face. He remembered he needed to thank Logan later. He looked up at the clock and saw he had 15 minutes of class left. It took him the majority of the class period to do his test, yet he was the first one finished. He was left to think what Logan would think of him if he ever found out his secret gang life. He was sure Logan thought that about him but he was left unsure. He wants to hide this side of his life from his boyfriend but can't seem to just leave it behind. It was a way of life for him. He loves it too much. Money, power, and respect were all characteristics that mattered to him; but what about love? The happiness, the joy, and the unexplainable feelings he has when he sees, touches, or his thoughts about Logan. Does he have a soft spot to allow Logan into his heart?

It seemed like an eternity of thought but was only minutes. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. He had received a text from his mother. That's weird. He thought.

Your abuela's funeral will be tomorrow. I don't know if you have a heart, but it would mean something if you attended. – Your madre

So she wants me to be there. He thought. He wants to be there, but he knew he was the cause of her death and still blames himself. His family would know the truth and he was sure they would tear him to shreds if they knew the truth. Only his mother knew, but he wondered if she ever told his cousins, uncles, or aunts. He doesn't want anyone mad at him but he was sure to get his ass handed to him if he did attend. A real man can take the heat, even if it's from his own familia. He assured himself. He'll need to buy a black suit tonight to attend tomorrow. The bell rang, signaling the end of first period. He knew today was going to be a long day and needed someone to talk to. He knew just the person to talk to, other than Logan. He hasn't talked with her in awhile, but he knows she'll listen to him and can give him advice.

First he went to go find his boyfriend. He found Logan by a corner and a bunch of jocks teasing and bullying him. "Come on fag! What are you going to do, queer boy!" A jock teased. They had his backpack and were tossing it around to one another. "Come on you guys give my stuff back!" Logan pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, you whiny fag! I swear you faggots are such pussies, you know that?" One of the jocks cockily stated. Logan's persona did a complete 180. He went from pleading to uncaring. "You know what? People, especially guys like you, question their sexuality. Do you know what I mean? Homophobes are usually closet cases like you." Logan retorted. Soon after, the remarks almost died down. The jocks didn't expect a remark like that from a "nerd" like him. One of the big guys grabbed Logan by the shirt and lifted him up to punch him in the face. Logan took the opportunity to knee the jock in his chin. He let go of Logan and soon the pale boy met the floor. However, he took advantage of the situation and grabbed the jock's head and kneed him once more. The others started to close in on Logan, but Carlos broke out of his trance-like state. No one messes with his man and started to help Logan beat them up. He swore he heard one their noses break. Soon teachers swarmed the hall they were in and broke up the fight. They were all sent to the principal's office and some were sent to the nurse.

"So Mr. Mitchell, what do you have to say for yourself?" Principal Gallegos asked. "To be fair sir, it was all self-defense." The pale boy said. He explained to the principal multiple times that the jocks teased and provoked him to fight back. "I'm telling the truth sir. I've never been reported to a principal's office ever in my life. You can find that on my record. Why would I start trouble now? Have you seen my record? I'm a good student. You have to believe me." He pleaded. "I'll have to see about that. Stay in the chair outside of my office and send in Mr. Garcia, umm Carlos I mean." The pale boy left his seat and went out of the office and told his boyfriend to go talk with the principal. "He wants to see you." He told Carlos. "We need to talk after this." The Latino stated. Soon after their brief chatter, he went in Principal Gallegos' office. "Oh Carlos, what are we going to do with you?" the principal stated. "I don't know Gallegos. What is there to do about me?" Carlos replied. "Cut the bullshit, now tell me exactly what happened in the hallway today." He says harshly. The Latino boy told the story exactly how he remembered it. He left out the details that Logan was his boyfriend, so that the principal wasn't inclined to disregard their story. All the points in both of their stories checked out. The jocks' stories were all different from one another and he put them on a three day suspension. They now knew Logan was someone to fear and even worse, Carlos, his boyfriend.

"Alright boys, head to class, it's already third period. And stay out of trouble, you hear me." The principal lectured. "Yes, sir." Logan replied. Whatever, kiss my ass bitch. Carlos thought. They both headed out of the main office and into the halls. When they passed by a handicap restroom, Carlos immediately drug Logan into the bathroom and locked the door. He placed his hands on Logan's waist and threw him against the wall adjacent to the door. He wasted no time kissing his pink lips. He wrapped his arms more around Logan's trim body and deepened their kiss. The pale boy moaned into their kiss and couldn't help but go along with their makeout session. He brought his hands and twisted them into the raven-black locks. Things started to get out of control as Carlos unzipped his pants. Logan managed to notice they were going too far and it needed to stop. "Mmmm…..no we can't. Carlos stop, we can't. Not here." He pleaded. "Ughh come on Logie, don't be a cockblocker." He begged. "No, not here. It's school, we might get caught." The pale boy replied. Logan placed his hands on Carlos defined chest and looked into his eyes to tell him to stop. He wasn't ready for that type of affection, yet. Carlos growled, "Ughh, fine. I sometimes forget, you're not ready for that." He looked at his boyfriend and saw he hurt his feelings. "I didn't mean it like that Logie. Please, I wasn't trying to make it sound like that. Please don't take it the wrong way. I'm sorry." He apologized. "It's okay, Carlos. I know you didn't mean it. It's just sometimes, I think sex is all you want from me." He revealed. "That's not what I want from you, Logan. I'm sorry for the way I was acting earlier. I truly am." He stated. Logan gave a simple smile and all was forgiven.

"I just want to know, where did you learn to fight like that?" the Latino asked. "My uncle was a Marine. After he heard about the Dan incident, he taught me how to fight. I also took some Tai Kwan Do classes this summer." Logan explained. "I promised myself, that no one would put their hands on me, ever again. No one would take advantage of me ever again. My mom taught me how to use intellect and psychology to fight my battles. It worked. It's just sometimes the pain comes back when I get into situations like that." The pale boy stated. Logan was on the verge of tears and broke down. Carlos held him and promised out loud, "I'll never let anyone harm you, ever again. If they do, they're not going to live another day." Logan felt better and straightened himself up. Carlos thought it was sexy, that his man wasn't completely defenseless. "Thank you I needed that." Logan said. He kissed his boyfriend on his cheek and left the bathroom.

Carlos was left dumbfounded and caught himself smiling in the mirror. He snuck out of the bathroom and found the time was almost near 4th period. He didn't care if it was considered ditching. His teachers could care less what he was doing, besides being in class. He thought most of them despised him. He remembered he needed to find her and talk to her about his situation about his grandmother's funeral. The bell was close to ending 3rd period. The day was going by faster than he thought. After a few minutes of sitting by himself, the bell rang and the halls swarmed with students. Some gave him glares and stares because word spreads around like wildfire at his school. Most of the student body knew of the incident that happened at the end of 1st period. He didn't mind at all. He loved the attention his "haters" gave him.

After scurrying across the place he found her at her locker. "Hey Steph, we need to talk." He informed her. "Hey Carlitos, how have you been?" she replied. Stephanie King was Carlos' ex-girlfriend turned second best friend; the first being Kendall. "I've been good. You?" he asked. "I'm doing well. I just hate geometry. Ughh Mr. Gerald is such a hard-ass. Well, what do you need? If you're wondering what the boys did with Diego's body, they threw it in the body last night. I told them to kill him, but I guess they informed me you wanted him to suffer." She explained. She was his second right hand person. "That's good. I hope the fucker isn't dead and is still wandering through hell." He replied. "Anyways I need to talk with you about something important, like now." He informed. "Boyfriend troubles? I got to say though, he is very cute. You should keep him. He's definitely a keeper. You better treat him right, Carlos." She lectured. "It's not boyfriend troubles, okay? And are you hitting on him or something?" he insecurely asked. "I just said he's cute. If that's not what it is, then what is it?" she curiously replied. "It's my grandmother. I think you know how she died. It got out to the gang remember?" he said. "Oh yeah, that was last week, I forgot. Bless her heart. What about her funeral?" she interrogated. Carlos explained the situation about his mother and the rest of his family not being cooperative with him. She told him to face the music and to not let their negativity faze him.

Logan

After he stepped out of the bathroom he walked quickly towards his 3rd period class with a single thought in his head. What did Carlos mean when he said, 'I'll never let anyone harm you, ever again. If they do, they're not going to live another day.' He thought. He turned a corner and bumped into a girl. She wore an Abercrombie Fitch T-shirt and some Hollister jeans. Her hair was blonde and she looked white. He admitted to himself that she was pretty but girls were not his style. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I should've have watched where I was going." He said to the blonde. "It's okay, I'm Shany- uhh I mean Shannon. My name is Shannon George." She replied with a smile.

Author's Corner:

I am sorry once again that I have not updated in so long. Well I hope this chapter wasn't a total disappointment. I personally think it isn't my best. Hopefully you guys can review. The next chapter should be better than this, I hope. Please don't kill me. Haha The title of this chapter is named after Keyshia Cole's song, "I Ain't Thru (feat. Nicki Minaj)". Once again reviews are welcomed, whether they be good or bad.

P.S. Shout out to all the Class of 2012 graduates!