Jack didn't see Mark for the rest of the night. Agonizing over his words to him through the night, Jack didn't sleep well. So, before his alarm even went off, he got up to make coffee and breakfast. He hoped to make it a peace offering and talk things over with Mark before classes started. Instead, Mark got up grabbed himself some coffee and a piece of toast... and left. All without looking at him or saying a word. Feeling well enough to go to his classes, he tried to focus on that. His classes consisted of learning how to manage finances, kitchen basics, relationship education, and citizen career. He had all except citizen career with Mark. So, while Mark went off to study advanced culinary arts for his career, Jack went to his computer tech class. Most off the stuff they were covering today was stuff that he already knew. It was groundwork, but he listened in case anything new was brought up. He didn't bother to take notes because he had this stuff memorized. Resulting in him being a little bored, until he saw the girl next to him smiling at him.

Blushing a little, he waved to her. She was rather pretty. She had long straight black hair held back with a white band. Her skin had a golden tan complexion, and she had gorgeous sky-blue eyes. Her large golden hoop earring glinted in the sunlight coming from the window behind her, when she leaned closer and whispered to him playfully. "You look as bored as I feel. The name is Kyanna. Kyanna Delrio." Accepting her slender hand, he admired her long well-manicured nails that were painted white, while introducing himself quietly. "Jack. Jack McLoughlin. Nice to meet you." Shaking his hand with feminine grace, she tilted her head and pleasantly said. "Likewise. Career or trying to fill a slot?" Raising an eyebrow, he answered honestly. "Career. I'm not sure I understand the other bit." Chuckling, she leaned back in her seat and informed him. "I wanna be a hairdresser. But they told me I needed a more... 'academic' back-up. My other opinions were full... So, I said. Fudge it. I'll be a computer teacher as a back-up. But this guy is so boring that I might reconsider."

Jack tried to suppress a smirk, but failed, causing her to grin brightly. When he caught his eyes drifting down to her double D chest that filled out her blue and white striped tank top, he made the mistake of dropping his eyes lower. Catching sight of her slender flawless thighs in a pair of short dark blue jeans. By the time he forced himself to look her in the eyes again, she had followed his eyes to the parts that he'd admired. Jerking his head away from her entirely, he mumbled out embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to..." He couldn't bring himself to finish and felt so guilty for it. Although, he couldn't entirely control it. Biologically she was appealing to him. Every fiber of his body told him that she was perfect. He could see himself with someone like her, while his body told him rudely how she had the perfect body to bare children. He blamed THAT thought on the 'Sexual Education' portion of his relationship class from earlier. They put that self-destructive seed in his head.

Beside him, Kyanna lightly giggled out with some shyness to her voice. "It's ok. I know. They're big. These things are like male magnets. Guys have been nice to me all day because of them. I wanna be mad about that... but some of the guys have been quite chivalrous. So... pluses and minuses, I guess." Jack put a hand over his face in a way that tried to hide his burning cheeks and nervous grin. He had not expected her answer to be so blunt and revealing. Gently punching his bicep, she teased out. "Relax. I'm proud of my body. You can look. Just don't zone out on me. I hate that." Jack looked back at her, but forced himself to only look her in the eyes now. No matter how tempting it was. Folding her arms under her big breasts, Kyanna sighed out grimly. "Ugh, I got paired with this one guy. I swear, it is like he goes brain dead the second he sees my chest. He just stares... It's creepy and awkward. You know?" Jack shook his head and gave her a little shrug. He honestly didn't know. If girls checked him out, they were good at being sneaky about it.

Rolling her eyes with a smile, she huffed out. "I guess you wouldn't. Well... Imagine a girl staring at your crotch for a long time. She says nothing and doesn't blink. And anything you say is either ignored or you get dismissive grunts and sounds only. That is what it is like. It's flattering for about a second or two and then... It starts to verge on unsettling." Lowering his hand, he chuckled out in his nicest voice. "I'm sorry. That does sound horrible." Waving a dismissive hand, she sweetly told him. "Like I said. I get it to a certain degree. Boys like to eat. And big breasts carry fond memories of their first big meal." With that, Jack dropped his face into his hands and tried not to die of embarrassment. That image was burning into his brain and turning his face so red that he thought he might pass out. Rubbing his back, she chuckled over his shoulder. "Sorry. I grew up with older brothers. That's how they explained it to me. Am I too much for you? I'm told I have a... very boyish way of speaking. But having three brothers will do that to a girl. Especially, when their little sis has a chest like mine." Dropping his head down onto his arms, Jack bit his arm to stifle his laughter.

Having grown up with older siblings himself, he could imagine how they teased her and tried to explain boy behavior over how she looked. Which in the long run explained why she wasn't offended by his staring. They had teased her to prepare her for when other boys did it. Composing himself, he cleared his throat and told her. "No. You're not too much. It's just... You're the first girl to put it so bluntly." Kyanna nodded with a look of disappointment as she grumbled out. "Oh, I know. The woman here are so... catty. They hiss at girls like me because they think I'll use my big tits to steal their man. When in reality... It's just easier for me to talk to guys. Sure, my tits help with that... but I understand guys. To girls, I'm just a threat. It's sad. Especially to THAT one." Jack watched her point out the window toward a woman having lunch in the courtyard. He recognized the woman from yesterday. The woman that Chad had his arm around.

Pinching her fingers repeatedly toward like glass like she was trying to beat the woman's face with her nails, Kyanna sneered out. "Stacie fucking Mayweather. Preppy bitch. I'd love to shave off all her hair and give it to someone that matters." Eyeing the way Stacie laughed with her friends, he asked Kyanna curiously. "Ya. I noticed that too. What do you know about her?" Kyanna lowered her hand and calmed down before she answered dryly. "Her daddy's got money. She's all about being fit and athletic for the attention. Not because it's healthy. She's what my brothers would call an attention whore." Leaning forward onto the desk, she continued quietly. "I heard she was the most popular girl in her high school. That she dated this guy, Mark, until she got sent some text with a video of him taking it up the ass from some guy. So, she dumped him and out of spite, started dating his best friend, Chad. Mr. muscles over there by the tree. Apparently, sleeping with a gay guy was soooo traumatizing. For her. Yet, she forwarded the video to every woman in her school. Trauma my ass. The petty bitch."

Shaking her head, Kyanna exhaled with disappointment as she said. "I think she did it because she was afraid of getting made fun of. So, she sparked a fire under the poor guy and watched him burn. I heard she ran into him yesterday. And now she's stirring this shit up again. I swear, girls like her need a dose of their own medicine. I'd plaster her naked photos and sex tapes all over school. See how she likes it." Pulling out her phone, she turned the sound off and passed it to him to show him the anonymous text she got. Reading the text above the video made him feel sick, because it read; 'Watch out, girls! There is a maneater in the school!' Under those words was a link to a video. Part of him didn't want to click on it, but he wanted to know how bad it was. He wanted to understand why Mark was so hurt. Maybe get some insight to his pain. Taking a deep breath, he pressed the button and pulled the video closer to watch it without anyone else seeing it. He was happy to be sitting at the back of the classroom for this moment alone.

In the video, Mark pulled someone into a locker room. He was saying something, but he couldn't hear it. Mark looked nervous and troubled though. He was shaking. What upset Jack was that Mark didn't seem to realize that he was being recorded by the guy he was about to engage with. A hidden camera? The cameraman stroked Mark's cheek like a lover, before pulling him into a kiss. After which, he coaxed Mark down to his knees and unbuckled his pants. Jack covered his mouth with a shaking hand as he watched Mark give a blowjob to the man. Mark was scared and kept glancing around like he was afraid of being caught. Was this Mark's first time with a guy? The cameraman kept comforting Mark. Coaxing him to keep going. Mark did. Before too long, Mark was naked and laying across the bench, the man thrusting into him and making sure the camera caught his cock slamming into Mark. Caught Mark's cries of pleasure. Jack was going to stop the video but found himself rewinding it to freeze the frame.

In one of the shots of the cameraman thrusting into Mark, he spotted a tattoo on the cameraman's stomach. Just below his belly button. The wings of a tribal bat spanning out and up from one hip to the other. It was intricate and a beautiful tattoo. Unforgettable. Yet was in the video so briefly. Otherwise, the angle of the video made the tattoo hard to tell if it was anything but a black blur, because the rest of the time it was hidden by the cameraman's pants. When the video ended, he passed it back to Kyanna, saying in a low pained tone of voice. "That's just cruel. I mean... why would someone film it like that and send it to her?" Kyanna tapped her nose like she understood and whispered suspiciously to him. "That was my thought. The girls here think I'm crazy. But when I discussed this with my brothers. They had an interesting theory. What if this camera guy... did this as a kind of... revenge porn? Sent it to Stacie as a means to hurt Mark over something. Gay guys can be just as vindictive as girls when it comes to guys they like."

Pulling out his own phone, he asked her softly. "Can you send me that video? I wanna dig into it a bit more later on." Kyanna raised a suspicious eyebrow, and he blushed out. "Not like that. Look. I'll show you." Giving him a reluctant look, she asked cautiously. "You're not going to spread this among the guys, are you?" He shook his head, telling her honestly. "Never. I'm actually curious who the camera guy is. His tattoo can't be that common." Blinking, she asked perplexed. "Tattoo? What tattoo?" Sending him the video, he played the video again with no sound and stopped it. Taking a screen shot, he showed her the tattoo image and her eyes widened in horror. Lowering it, he asked her softly. "What? Do you know him?" Scrolling through her social media, she clicked on a picture and showed it to him. In the picture, Stacie was in a skippy swimsuit and pressed up against a shirtless man's side. The tribal bat tattoo plainly visible above the man's low hanging swim trucks. Gesturing to the picture, Kyanna whispered to him in shock. "This was taken the summer of last year. The cameraman is Stacie's boyfriend. Chad Craig Peterson!"

Kyanna saved the photo and asked him curtly. "Send me the picture of the tattoo from the video. I want this juicy drama on my backburner in case of an emergency." Sending her the picture, he asked her curiously. "You think they were fighting over Stacie?" Kyanna rolled her eyes, muttering out. "What's to fight over? The girl is as deep as a shallow baby pool." Rolling his own eyes, he shrugged out. "I'm serious. Why else would Chad do that?" Kyanna shrugged but put her phone away as she told him excitedly. "I don't know, but I'm buying you lunch. I need more of this juicy gossip. I've been so bored. I need a good mystery. I knew you were up to something in that fancy suit." She got up mere seconds before the bell rang to release them for their lunchtime. Gathering his stuff, he blushed as she told him excitedly. "I'll save you a spot at lunch. My treat. Just got to hit the head first." Giving him a wink, she rushed from the room. He had no idea what that meant but smiled to himself. He'd at least made a friend.

Heading out of the room, he took the long way to the lunchroom to avoid the crowded hallways. He wasn't in a hurry to eat. He wasn't even that hungry. Walking over to a water fountain, he got himself something to drink. Enjoying the silent hallway, until voices caught his attention. Lifting his head, he followed the semi-raised voices to an empty classroom and peered inside without going in. Just inside, he saw Mark leaning back against a teacher's desk as he bitterly snapped to someone else. "I've had enough of your bullshit, Chad! Just because I dumped you, doesn't mean you've got to go cramping my style! Don't stand there and fucking deny it! I got the text this morning! She's starting this shit again and you're letting her!" Chad moved closer to Mark, causing Mark's whole body to tense as he looked away from him. Cupping his face, Chad kept his voice low and loving when he told him. "You can't ask me to control her. That's not fair, Mark. Besides... you couldn't dump me, because you never gave me a chance to be yours."

Mark's fingers dug into the desk as he tried to resist Chad moving ever closer to him. Pinning him against the desk. Jerking his head out of Chad's hands, Mark weakly mumbled under his breath without looking at Chad. "It was just an experimental time in my life. I was scared... and you punished me for it, Chad! I've moved on!" Chad's hands grabbed Mark's squirming waist, leaning over his shoulder to whisper in a charming voice. "I don't think you have. In fact... I can feel that you haven't. Forgive me, Mark. I was young and hurt... we were so close and seeing you with her drove me crazy." Mark put an arm against Chad's chest, trying to push him away as he shook his head and bitterly shuddered out. "Don't talk to me about feelings! You were the one that ruined everything! You were the one that made it all weird when you pressured me! You just wanted to be physical because you heard Stacy took my V-card. You were jealous of her! You were always jealous of her! You were my best friend... and you betrayed me!"

Chad shook his head, prying Mark's arm away from his chest so that he could lean against Mark and plead to him. "Yes, I was jealous of her. Is that what you want to hear, Mark? You were MINE until she strolled in. You gave her what should have been MINE! Waiting for you to come out and realize you felt something for me was painful! It made me angry. But we can fix it... forgive me and we can start over. I love you!" Shoving Chad away from him, Mark loudly shouted back in a shattered voice. "Shut up! I don't see any way to win what we had back! I don't see anything but the sadness you've left in my heart! I've moved on! I can't... I can't bare it." Mark tried to storm toward the door, but Chad rushed up behind him. Grabbing him around the waist to hold him firmly to him. Thrashing, Mark yelled out. "Let me go, Chad! Let me go! I mean it!" Chad shifted Mark back over toward the desk, getting a better a grip on him, he picked Mark up and slammed him down on top of the empty desk.

Mark thrashed more, then settled down as Chad wedged himself between his legs and pinned his arms over his head. Panting over him, Chad told Mark fearlessly. "You're hurt. I understand that. But I still love you. And it wasn't fair to me that you left. I sent her the video because I wanted her to break up with you. I didn't think you'd run off. I didn't know that she'd spread the video around." Mark thrashed beneath him, yelling out. "You bastard! You ruined my life! It was bad enough my dad got sick... but I'm glad he didn't live to see what you did to me! I hate you!" Chad shook his head, quickly blurting out. "You love me, and I can prove it." Without warning, Chad leaned in to kiss Mark. The kiss was rough and passionless. Mark's legs kicked at Chad's legs and hips... then Mark just stopped fighting. Their kiss softening. When Chad broke the kiss and released Mark with a grin, Jack felt like punching his smug ass.

Sitting up slowly, Mark began to cry as he whispered almost to himself. "Goddamn it, Chad. You make me feel things that I don't want to feel. You make me think about times that I don't want to think about anymore. You've got to let me go. I've moved on. You made your bed, Chad. Lay in it." Hopping off the desk, Mark made it to the door, before Chad grabbed his arm and told Mark a bit too confidently. "I'm glad you're here, Mark. I'll make things right between us. You'll see. You wouldn't kiss me like that if you weren't hoping that I would. I still love you." Swatting his hand off him, Mark bitterly shot back. "Fuck you. You and Stacie deserve each other." Pushing the door open, Jack backed out of sight just enough to catch the way Chad and Mark shared one last beautiful kiss before Mark finally broke free of him. Storming off down the hallway in silence. Jack didn't understand a lot about love... but he was pretty sure that what he saw wasn't it... but... did Mark understand that?  To Be Continued...