Jaren's POV

"People are staring." I mumble under my breath, glancing around the cafeteria.

"It's because I never sit without my friends. New things for everyone." John replies, grinning over at me.

"How's Eric?" I ask, looking back over at the grinning male.

"Unfortunately he's still retarded, but he'll survive." John replies, sighing dramatically.

I roll my eyes and chuckle, my eyes wandering over to Luke's table.

Brian is there, a few bandaids on his face, slight bruises already forming.

My eyes drift over to Jonathan.

I always imagined Luke as the leader of their little friend group, but apparently it's actually Jonathan.

I mean, I can totally see it.

Jonathan has this tall and muscular build, like Luke, but he seems more confident.

He has jet black hair, cut somewhat short and gelled up. He has a nose piercing, which is just a black hoop and he has the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen.

He's very attractive, a jawline that could probably cut you.

His boyfriend Evan isn't as muscular and is actually very lean. He's got a sort of fo-hawk going on, and he has Asian features.

He's Canasian, which is dope, and he has dark brown eyes.

They seem to run the group.

Their whole aura reeks of popularity.

The line-back and the striker. A complete power couple in my opinion.

John snaps his fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Brian looks like he'll murder your entire family if you keep staring." John states, slurping on his slushie.

"I feel so bad." I mumble, looking down at the table as a wave of guilt washes over me.

"He probably deserved it." John hums out, probably rolling his eyes.

"No one deserves to be beat up." I whisper, shivering at the thoughts now swarming my head.

"You wanna talk about it?" John questions quietly. I bring my head up to stare him in the eyes, to read him.

"Like I've said before, where I'm from, being gay is not acceptable. Kids at my school were ruthless, vicious and downright disgusting creatures. I was beaten up daily, sometimes worse." I grumble out, gulping down the heavy lump in my throat.

"Give me names and I'll hunt them down." He says, and I can't help but laugh slightly.

"Tempting." I joke, still gazing into his eyes.

"Hey lover-birds." Someone greets, before promptly sitting down besides me.

"What's up, Griz?" John asks, glancing between him and I.

"I just wanted to come hang, is that alright?" He replies, looking between me and John strangely.

"Not really." I grunt out, sending him a slight glare.

"Lighten up dude. It was just a small prank." Griz says, rolling his eyes and putting an arm around my shoulders.

I tense up at this and feel an urge, much like earlier when I punched Brian, rising up.

"Sorry Griz, Just us today." John says, warmly glancing at me.

"Dude, come on." Griz complains, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time.

"Leave." John orders, narrowing his eyes at the male.

"The fuck you going soft for, John? And for this loser? When you come back to your senses, we'll be waiting." Griz seethes.

"The fuck did you say?" John asks, standing up. Griz jumps up too, and soon enough they're face to face.

"Woah! What's going on?" Ezra asks, running over to push them away from each other.

I watch the scene unfold before me, John hooking Ezra in the face before jumping at Griz.

Instead of sitting there with a shocked look on my face, I jump up and grab John's arms and pull him away from the two as they scramble backwards.

"What the fuck, John!?" Ezra yells, holding the side of his jaw.

The entire cafeteria is staring now, watching the fight as if it were nothing more than a school play.

"You guys better back the fuck off or I swear to god, Eric's not going to be the only one in the hospital!" John snarls, letting me hold him back.

"Calm down." I whisper, glancing around slightly.

"You gonna beat the shit out of your friends now? What the fuck dude?" Cameron calls out, the rest of the group moving over.

I let go of John's arms, not sure if he's gonna need to fight all of them off or not.

I'd prefer it if he at least had a chance.

"Back off, Cam." John warns, his eyes still on Griz and Ezra.

Cameron steps forwards at that, promptly blocking John's view of the two boys.

"The hell are you doing, man?" Cameron asks in a quiet voice, glancing around at all the watching eyes. "You doing it for him? He's been here three seconds! If he won't let you in his pants by now, then don't bother." Cameron whispers, loud enough for both of us to hear it.

I let John sock Cameron in the nose.

I let him continue until all the boys are trying to get John off of Cameron, who was having a hard time defending himself from the pissed off John.

"John!" I snap, causing him to stop and look back at me long enough for Cameron to shove him away.

"Step the fuck off. Final warning." John says to them, before turning to me and following behind me out of the cafeteria.

Once we get outside and far enough away, John snaps and punches a random locker.

"You have to pay for that." I state, motioning to the dented locker.

"Fuck! That pisses me off!" John hisses, running a hand through his hair. "Normally I don't care, but when it happens to you— Fuck! I get so pissed." John adds, looking over at me.

"For someone who's apparently a sociopath, you show a lot of emotions." I point out, remembering the little talk Lui have me in class before me and Brian went at it.

"I went through a phase. People still talk about that shit?" He grumbles, watching me as I lean back against a locker.

"Guess so." I hum out, glancing over at the door to the cafeteria door.

"Hey twink!" Brian calls out, walking over to us as he exits the cafeteria.

Uh oh.

"What do you want?" John snaps at him, causing him to stop.

"Oh shit, sorry. Were you two about to get it on? I can turn around if you—."

"John!" I shout, grabbing his arm before he can pummel Brian.

"Brian Hanby!" I hear that familiar motherly tone call out.

"Yeah, babe?" Brian replies innocently, looking back at Brock.

"Hi again Jaren, so sorry about my dog. I need to put him on a tighter leash." Brock growls out, glaring at Brian.

"Woof, dickwad." Brian replies, getting a nudge from Brock. "Ow, shit, ok. Look, I'm sorry about earlier Jaren. I was an asshole." Brian apologises.

I laugh softly at that and smile at him, pulling John back to stand beside me.

"I should be apologising, I'm so sorry for striking you like that. I didn't mean too." I reply, looking down at my shoes.

"I deserved it though?" Brian says in a questioning tone.

"No one deserves to get beat up." Me and John reply at the same time, him mocking me from earlier of course.

"So are you two fucking?" Brian asks, Brock smacking him on the back of the head with a scoff.

"He won't let me, unfortunately." John replies, lightening up a bit.

"I've been here three days. Jesus." I state, causing all of us to laugh.

It feels nice to laugh with other people, and for some reason I can tell that Brock and I are gonna be good friends.

"Speaking of fucking, you guys coming to the party at Brandon's?" Brock asks, causing John to immediately respond with a 'hell yeah'.

"Who's what-now?" I ask, causing them all to chuckle.

"So every year, someone throws something we call Mid-Grunge. A party that's hosted by a senior on the football team, preferably someone with a huge house and money to blow. That just happens to be Brandon." John explains, glancing down at me. "You in?"

"I've never been to a party." I reply, honestly.

All three of them make noises of horror as they stare me down.

"That certainly will not do. Give me your number." Brock orders.

I raise a brow but pull out my phone, letting him have it as he puts down his number while also remembering mine.

"Me and you will go shopping and then you're going to that party." Brock says and I realise I have no say in this.

"You're a cheerleader, aren't you?" I question, making him laugh.

"Gosh no. I'm lead male in the Glee Club." He replies.

The lead male of the Glee Club...

Is dating Brian Michael fuckin Hanby?

I don't think I've ever been more confused in my life.

"You look like you just witnessed a puppy being thrown off a bridge." Brian points out, grinning slightly at my confused face.

"Brian might have that bad boy look, but he's a bottom bitch all the way." Brock whispers, causing Brian's face to go bright red.

"Shut the fuck up, Brock!" Brian hisses, getting a 'oh no you didn't' look from Brock.

I have some very strange images in my head.

Most of them include bondage.

Yeah, they seem like a kinky couple.

"Damn dudes. Making me feel lonely. Jaren won't let me have any but Brock manages to get some from Brian. How unlucky am I?" John whines, pouting at me.

"Three days. I've been here three days." I remind him, rolling my eyes. "God, Are all of you driven by the desire of sex or some shit?" I question.

"Yes." All three of them answer at the same time.

"Fuckin hormonal dumbasses." I grumble.

"Oh come on, you know you want some." John teases, winking at me.

"I think not." I reply, turning my nose up at him.

"Never seen you so desperate before, Johnny." Brian says, crossing his arms.

"Been a while since you guys abandoned me, eh?" John replies, causing the other two to go dead quiet.

"Way to kill the mood." I grumble, rolling my eyes at his idiocy.

They were getting along.

"Uh, listen. We gotta head back now." Brian mumbles, glancing over at Brock. "Nice talking to you two." He adds, before pulling his boyfriend away.

"John You dumba—."

Oh my god.

Oh my god.

Forgive me father for I am sinning.

John Keyes looks so unbelievably sexy right now.

A brooding look on his face, purses lips and a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Take me right now, hot damn.

Why do I love the whole bad boy look so much?

"You good, Jaren?" John asks, but I ignore him and continue to admire his hotness.

It never hurt to check him out.

"You wanna make out or something?" John asks, raising a brow at me.

"Thinking about it." I reply honestly. He laughs at that and rolls his eyes, thinking I'm joking.

I'm not.

I've been here three days.

That's three days that I've known him and not kissed him.

Too long, in my opinion.

No. Wait. Bad hormones. Go away.

"Dude, if you had made out with me then, I would have went along with it. You missed your chance." I say, chuckling at his look of disappointment.

"Better late then never?" He questions, but I shake my head.

"You only got one shot."

"DO NOT MISS YOUR CHANCE TO BLOW!" We both yell at the same time, causing both of us to laugh.

I'm starting to feel like I'd be down to kiss John.

He looks very kissable.

He also looks godly hot, but I would never admit that to him.

His ego is big enough as it is.

Sometimes I worry that he'll die from his ego growing too big. Like a tumour in the head. It'll crush his brain.

Not that his brain is very impressive at the moment.

"You're cute, I can't wait to fuck you." John states, causing my face to go red even though I know he's joking.

"Shut up, moron."

Or at least...

I think he's joking.

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