I am so sorry its taken me this long to update. I fell out of this story for a little while, and just wasn't feeling it anymore. No worries though I have scheduled out when I'm going to update this story with will hopefully be weekly, and if I know I won't be able to update on time I will tell you beforehand so that this doesn't happen again. Since I'm still reintegrating myself into this story this chapter might not be very good, but please read it anyway.

Warnings: Mentions of oral sex.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it then its not mine.

This morning I got my first detention ever. I dreaded going to school and facing my new friends so much that my pace had been incredible sluggish. By the time I was ready to actually leave the apartment complex I had already missed the bus, and thus had no chance of making it to school on time. Then I opted to walk as slowly as I could on my way pausing frequently to look at the miniscule details of the world around me. When I finally got to French the class was almost half way over, and I was unprepared because Jason still had all of my things. Madame was not impressed, and I wasn't too happy with myself either; my first detention, and on my second day at this school no less. I just knew there was going to be hell to pay when I got back to my aunts, for it seems like she's just been waiting for me to mess up so that she could punish me. Truthfully I knew the punishment would only happen because I was a 'queer' as she had said many a time.

Now that I am in the dreadful confines of my history class stuffed between Raphael who didn't seem to like me very much and Tobias who, while very shy, didn't seem all that bad. We were learning about Chinese culture currently which wasn't a topic I had learned very much about in the past so I was actually rather intrigued. Unfortunately my attention span could not tolerate her incessant yammering for any length of time causing me to miss large chunks of information. Luckily Tobias took good notes and was kind enough to share as long as I helped him with the homework. He hadn't understood the directions for the assignment and so I ended up doing most of his work along with all of my own, but I really didn't mind at least I had a friend in this class now.

After second period I went to my locker hoping to find a stray pencil since I'd needed to return the two I used in my previous classes. When I reached it I saw that my tattered backpack was now sitting in front of it with a note taped to the front. In small slanted writing my name was scrawled on the front. The note read "I'm here if you ever want to talk about it. I know a thing or two about parent problems. 3 Adam." He was a sweetie, and I did feel that I needed someone to talk to… maybe I'll take him up on that offer. With a spring in my step I took off heading to art class where we would be working with clay yikes.

At the end of the day I went looking for Adam hoping he might have time to talk, or maybe just thank him for getting my stuff back to me. Luckily I didn't have to look very long before I found him walking to his car with his sister at his side. "Adam!" he turned looking around for the phantom caller. When he spotted me he smiled handed his things to Amanda and jogged happily over to me throwing his frail arms around me when he reached me.

"Spencer are you okay you looked so upset yesterday?" he pulled back clasping his hands in mine and staring at me with worried green eyes.

"Can we talk? I just- in your note you said…" I looked at my feet in embarrassment worried that he would say no, but I felt myself being pulled back inside the building following him until we reached a small utility closet near his locker. He opened the door, and locked it behind us leading me to a small chair in the corner of the room.

"Go on sweetie take as much time as you need I don't have anywhere I need to be." With the fingers of one of my hands still intertwined with his I began to talk. I told him everything from my father walking out to my mother's mental health and finally about my aunts homophobia. By the end of my story large crystal tears were falling down his cheeks and dripping onto his expensive looking blazer.

"Oh honey I'm so sorry. You probably don't want to hear that, but I just can't believe…" more sniffles prevented him from finishing the sentence. He stood walking over to me and pulled me into his arms, and in that moment I felt myself break all over again and I clung to that little angelic boy who I'd known for two days and I cried. When we had both stopped crying he looked up at me and rested his hand on my jaw trailing his thumb over my lips, and then suddenly his lips were on mine kissing me with more passion than I would ever expect to came from the whimsical brunette. I tried to push him away thinking of how Derek would react if he found out that I'd kissed his boyfriend, but he just latched on more fiercely. After a few minutes he pulled barely an inch away. "It's okay honey Derek won't mind. Let me help you feel better honey." He whispered to me sensing my discomfort. "If you'll let me?" and for some reason I let him.

I let Adam Jackson give me head in a janitors closet pulling on his honey brown hair until I came down his throat. I'd only known this boy for two days not even that really, but I had allowed him to do it, and when he stood back up and kissed me I tasted myself in his mouth. It made me feel good knowing that he wasn't disgusted with me that I was good enough for him to do this with me. We walked out together linking our pinky fingers while we walked down the abandoned hallways. Before we parted ways he invited me to a picnic with the group the next day. Even offered to pick me up, and of course I agreed only after he told me Aaron would be there, and even though I understood that he would be there with George it still left me with butterflies in my stomach.

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