Sorry this update is taking longer, the chapter's longer than usual. Also I've been so excited bc I ordered a Sasuke poster online and when it arrives I'm going to sTARE AT IT for the rest of my life. This chapter included a LOT of Google Translate, and since you can't copy anything from this website, I'm going to translate it in parenthases or something. Also I reread my chapters and I noticed a lot of times where I switched from second to first person. Sorry about that nkjjffghj

Oh and about the second chapter and while there weren't any spaces... I write on my notepad on my phone and the copy n paste it on here, and when I submitted it I was hella in a hurry and didn't have time to edit it. Sorry about that guys!

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It was three days after Nico had met Jason. He spent the weekend mostly working at his job, which he prepared food at some fast-food joint. Nico always walked into school around the same time, seven minutes before the bell. By then, most people were already in their classes. The hallways were empty but a few students as they yawned or threw away their coffee cups, or hurried to class. However, something different happened on his way to his first period, on that Monday. When he climbed up the stairwell, he was confronted by four burly guys.

He recognized two of them, Mark Cleeton and Zack Smith. "We've been waiting for you, freak." Cleeton put emphasis on the word. As Cleeton and the others ganged up on him, forcing Nico to press up against a wall, one of the guys he didn't recognize shoved his fist into his palm expectantly. "Look at me you fuck!" Cleeton slammed his large hand on the side of the wall next to Nico's head, catching a few black strands. His brown eyes were cold and mean. Nico narrowed his eyes at them, as if he didn't hear his obnoxious words. "How's your new boyfriend, faggot?" Cleeton said.

Now, Nico got teased plenty of times. He'd be tripped in the hallway, pranked, but he ignored all of it. He never let his guard down, not once, except for today. Something about the word 'faggot' and calling Jason his 'boyfriend' caused his blood to run cold.

"Look at his fucking face, Patrick! He's already sucked the guy's cock!" Zack shrieked.

Nico's hand clenched.

The other guys laughed. "How'd it feel, faggot?" Cleeton said in his face, his hot stinky breath stinging his eyes. God, did this guy ever brush his teeth? "We actually thought that fag was COOL, and then you went and sucked em off!"

The bell rang. Class started.

Nico's hands were balled into fists, and they were shaking.

Faggot.

The word echoed in his mind.

"Come on, faggot!" Suddenly Cleeton grabbed his shoulders and forced him down, causing his knees to hit the floor, making Nico face to face with Cleeton's crotch. "Come on bitch, suck me off!" He laughed. By now his entire body was beginning to tremble.

He called Jason a faggot.

Suddenly things went blurry. Nico jerked his head forward, making his forehead hit Cleeton's crotch as hard as he could.

"Don't fuck with me." The words slid from Nico's mouth.

Cleeton let out a shout, cupping his crotch and cringing. Nico got onto his feet around the same time Zack strode forward, ready to throw a punch when Nico dipped his head under to avoid his fist and pushed him hard, making HIM hit the wall. Nico wasn't a simple fighter. He didn't know Karate or Kung-fu, nor did he simply throw a punch. His attacks were always discreet and he mostly hit the pressure points, such as now, he pinched the guy's nipples outside his shirt, and twisted, as hard as he could as Zack screamed and kicked to escape Nico. When he twisted harder, one of the other guys grabbed his shoulder and threw him around, clocking Nico hard in the jaw. Nico's bag fell to the floor as he kicked out his foot, connecting to the guy's shin, and then in the same movement, jerked his knee up and hitting his crotch. He cried out in pain, and fell on his good knee. Nico looked up at the remaining guy, who was hesitating by the stairs.

"Fucking. Run." Nico hissed.

The guy bounded down the steps. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, fag." Muttered Zack, who was beginning to recover from his nipple-violation. In the corner of his eye he saw Cleeton bound forward, his hand beginning to form a fist. In a quick movement, Nico let his hand fly forward, connecting to Cleeton's cheekbone, his skull ring scraping the skin. He rocked backwards, muttering cuss words. Zack and the other guy stared at him murderously. Before anyone could get up, Nico grabbed his bag off the floor and bounded up the stairs. Nico didn't stop by the bathroom, he headed to class, which he was three minutes late for. He opened the door to his Zoology class, and the teacher gave him a glare as he walked in late, but continued speaking to the class. Letting his good side of his face face the class, he filled out the late form. He let his eyes slide to the class for just a moment, observing who was all there, but his eyes froze. Jason Grace was sitting across the room, staring at him, his eyebrows raised, a smile playing his lips, before they turned to a small frown. Nico slithered to his seat as discreetly as possible, putting his hand on his bruising jaw, hiding it. He flinched slightly, but forced himself to relax when his fingers met the bruised skin. He focused on Mr. Nitram, who was talking about the new project we were going to perform. Mr. Nitram was a funny guy, really. Kind of odd, too, with his slicked back Mowhawk and innocent looking eyes. And plus he was in a wheelchair, all these qualities basically made him look like a student himself. He was a main target for most people to make fun of, what with his constant stutter when he spoke or his baby-like face. But, he was a good teacher and really good with animals. Nico secretly respected him. Trying to distract himself with Mr. Nitram's words, he could still feel Jason's eyes boring into him. Finally he glanced over to give him a glare. How did he not notice he was in his first period class? When Mr. Nitram clapped his hands together, he told them to go to a page in their Zoology text book and fill out the worksheet, with a partner if wished.

Dammit Mr. Nitram. And as he rolled to his desk, the class came to life as they reached to get their text books or ask for a partner. Before anyone around him could ask to be his partner, Jason stood quickly and sauntered over to the empty desk next to Nico with his bag. Nico scowled. "Wanna partner up?" The teen looked over the blond boy's shoulder and noticed a girl, she was extremely pretty, her hair was choppy and in a small braid on one side and she had an assortment of things in her hair, like feathers and beads. Her skin was fairly tan, Nico guessed Indian. She was staring wistfully at Jason's back as he left before she could even open her mouth. "What about that girl?" Nico asked. Jason looked confused, before he turned around and understood. "Oh that's Piper. Don't worry, she'll probably partner up with Rachel or something." Nico guessed Rachel was the artsy looking girl beside Piper. With frizzy red hair and a crazy look in her eye, she said something to Piper, and she nodded. A green cloth was tied in her hair, and her pants were splattered with paint stains. "Rachel's a lesbian," Jason explained, "and she wants to hit on Piper." "Is it essential I know that?" Nico said under his breath. Jason frowned. Nico refused to look at him, he was taking his time flipping through his textbook. Suddenly Jason reached forward and grabbed his chin and jerked it to the side, revealing Nico's bruise, whom didn't know that it was already an assortment of purple, yellow, and green. The light touch made electricity go down his spine, and his brain went into a frenzy.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Nico slapped his hand away hard, and turned his face to the side. Jason didn't respond. Nico looked at the question, before writing it down.

The bell rang. Nico stood, and cast a glance at Jason, who hadn't said a word since he saw his bruise. He threw his bag over his shoulder, and left the classroom without a word. He didn't care. He didn't. It wasn't Jason's problem nor his business. As many times as Nico told himself this, he couldn't get the heavy feeling weighing in his chest as he headed to second period. Which was Italian. Nico scored when he found that core, the only thing he had to do in that class was to watch his accent. In this class, there was assigned seats. The teacher was Ms. Leijon, a another oddball. She obviously owned 42 cats. She was short, with short blonde hair that stuck out, and almost feline green eyes. She wore cat earrings, cat skirts, cat dresses, cat anything really. Nico slid into the class and sat in his seat, it was on the far left of the classroom, last row, second seat down. He took out a lead pencil and a notebook and began idly doodling, going blank. His mind began to drift, thinking about the guys who punched him, the way they called him a faggot. The way Nico snapped when they called Jason one. Nico shook his head. He barely knew this guy. "Uhm... Nico... Are you okay?" Said from the seat in front of him. It was the girl he met yesterday, Hazel. She at least didn't invade his privacy at every moment, so he was polite. "Why?" She directed to her lower side of her face. "Your jaw..." She said. Today her hair was pulled back, revealing that she had a framed, almost porcelain face. "It's nothing." She looked down awkwardly. "I don't think so... Jason was acting pretty funny when I talked to him, he seemed kind of angry." Nico couldn't imagine Jason angry, he was so laid back and kind. It was a foreign thought. "It's not his business." Nico said simply.

"Hey Nico?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so angry?"

Nico glanced up at her, his eyes wide, confused. "I-I went to this school before Jason did, about a month after this school year started." Hazel began. "You're the kind of person Jason befriends.

"I was all alone too, people ignored me because I have a wealthy family. My mother is in a mental hospital, and my father is always on business trips. I had the same look you did. And then I met Jason, and his friends. Now I'm happier." She smiled, as if concluding a story. "I've noticed you ever since I came here. Jason kind of rubbed off on me." She laughed slightly. "You're so mean to the world, you isolate and you won't let people like you."

"Wait," Nico paused her speech. "Did you tell him to talk to me?" She looked confused, and furrowed her brows. "No. He spoke to you on his own." The conversation was suddenly halted by Ms. Leijon clapping her hands together, starting class. "Welcome!" She spoke with a heavy accent. "Benvenuti miei cari studenti!" Welcome my dear students! There was a smatter of ciaos and hellos. She leaned in close to a student in the front rows and said, "Dimmi, che cosa speri di ottenere quando si completa questa classe?" The kid looked nervous, and replied a jumble of Italian: "Uhh ... posso ... Imparare ... Italia?" Uhh ... I can ... Learning Italian?

Wow. Great Italian. "Tell me, what to you hope to achieve when you complete this class?" Nico said quietly, so that Hazel could hear. She turned. "What?"

"It's what she said." Hazel cocked her head to the side, before nodding slowly. "That's right, Jason told me that." Jason talked to her about me? Nico thought. An odd feeling rushed through his bones. ...What the fuck?

Class ended. "Classe, Arrivederci! Ci vediamo domani!" Class, goodbye! See you tomorrow! Ms. Leijon called as she waved her hand to the retreating students. As Nico passed her in the doorway, he could hear her mutter the words "Non ho mai avuto una classe che รจ pieno di questo molti idioti del cazzo." I've never had a class full of this many fucking idiots. Nico turned and stared at her, shocked. "La signora Leijon, che era scortese." Ms. Leijon, that was rude. For a moment she was shocked, before congratulating him on his perfect words. He spun the corner and headed to his third period, with his usual expression, however rather faltered. People stared at him like he was insane when they saw his face, he must have looked like he got into a fistfight, he guessed. As he turned his usual corner to his third period, he was confronted by large hands who grabbed him by the back pack and shoved him into an empty classroom that was always unused. Rumor had it students did pot in here sometimes. Before he could even look at the person, the door was shut and a hand slammed against the wall beside his head, causing him to jump. Jason looked down on him, with a scary look in his eyes that Nico couldn't label.

"Who did it? Who did it to you?" He snarled. Jason's arm shook as he leaned into Nico's shoulder, where the dark teen abruptly moved his head to the opposite side. He sighed. "Why am I so angry?" He whispered. Nico stared at him in shock, his fingers pressed against the wall, frozen. His heart was going in a frenzy. It pounded in his ears so loud he was sure Jason could hear it. "W-what the fuck?" Nico's voice shook. Jason stood still for a few moments, silent, Nico only seeing his golden hair. He was so close he could even smell his shampoo, which was a mix of lemon and apple.

Finally Jason leaned back and smiled. Whoa, this guy had a personality disorder. He put his hand on Nico's shoulder briefly and said, "Sorry man. I don't know what happened, I kind of lost it." he chuckled, and dropped his hand.

Nico couldn't breathe.

He touched me.