Alexander POV

Several questions torment me. I didn't know he could defend himself like that, but why he did not defend himself when I brutalized him with the others. Does he hate me?

I run away not wanting to see his eyes full of hatred towards me.

Aaron POV

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Charles says, trying to get up, but he falls back directly.

I put his arm around my shoulder.

"Are you going to complain to the teacher?" I ask him. He shakes his head. I give him a questioning look.

"He will not believe that it was his son who hit me. And nobody saw us, " He says. I nod him.

"I'll take you back to your dormitory." He shakes his head.

"I will not let you go like that." It takes time, but he accepts. I bring him home.

"Thank you." He says with a smile. I give him back his smile.

* Dormory of Charles Lee *

"I'm coming. I'm going to take some pomade." I say. He shakes my head. I look at him confused.

"You don't have to Aaron." He says, blushing a little.

"I don't do it because I have to, but because I worry about you." I say. He looks at me and smiles at me.

"Thanks, Aaron." He says with a smile. I give him back his smile.

I go out, closing the door behind me.

Arrived at my dormitory, I go to my room. I take the ointments and bandages. He has bruises; Alexander really hurt him.

On leaving, I see that Hamilton is in front of my door. After what he did to Charles, I don't want to talk to him or try to become his friend. I give him a glare. I ignore him passing him, but he takes my hand. I turn to face his tears. Why he's crying? it's Charles who should cry.

"I'm really sorry for what I did." I take my hand off his grip.

"You don't must to apologize to me, Hamilton." He nods.

"I'm going to apologize to him." He says, wiping his tears. I appreciate his gesture.

"Hamilton, why did you hit him?" He looks away.

"L ... long story," He finally says.

"If you came to apologize come with me." He walks behind me and walks to Charles's dormitory.

"W... why is he with you?" Asks Charles frightened, backing out of bed.

Before I can answer Alexander does it for me.

"I came to apologize." Alexander says. I'm sure he isn't sorry. He hesitates, then sighs.

"No problem." He says emotionlessly, looking away. I'm shocked, he usually doesn't forgive so easily.

"Well...I think you can leave, Hamilton." I say, pushing him to the exit. I close it and head for Charles.

"Charles are you okay !! You forgive him like that? !!! " He shakes his head.

"I don't want to bother him, even though I already have Laurens." I laugh at the way he told me and I nod his head.

"Now, let me put on my ointment." I say, coming up to him.

"Take off your pants." I say.

"What??? Why?"

He hurt your legs, right? " He nods to me.

"The left leg." He says in a hoarse voice barely audible. He takes off his pants to stay with his underpant. He blushes a lot. He must really be embarrassed. I take his left foot and gently press to see if I hurt him.

"Here?" I ask him, pressing his leg. He whines and nods. I take my ointment, pour it in my hand and mass the place where is his bruises. He moans and complains about the pain. I take off my hand, but I leave the other who holds his leg.

"I'm sorry, but I have to massage, Charlie." I say. He blushes even more and flees my eyes.

"What did I do?" I ask confused. He turns slowly.

"It's been a long time since you called me that." He says, looking at the floor.

"It bothers you? I'll stop if you want." He shakes his head.

"I like that nickname." He says softly. I smile at him. I continue to massage his leg in a regular rhythm. I notice that he pulls his cover so as to hold back from shouting.

I take my bandage and put it around his leg and get up.

"Take off your T-shirt." I say. He blushed, but what I said to him. I lie him on his bed.

"What are you doing?" He says shyly.

"It will be easier to put on the ointment." I say. He hesitates, but nods. I take the ointment and put it on my hands. I rub them one on the other and I spread the ointment slowly so as not to hurt him. Charles holds moans.

"Charlie I hurt you?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Are you sure?" I ask in a worried voice. He nods.

"Uh...Charles?" I ask timidly.

"Y... yes?" He says.

"Do you mind if I change my position?" I ask embarrassed. He nods. I was sitting next to Charles and now I decide to get high, his legs are between my crotch.

"I know it's weird, but it's easier to put cream like that. Are you disturbed?" I ask him. He blushed, looking at me from above, but shakes his head.

I put some ointment on her belly. He moans a little, he puts his hand against his mouth to hide them. I focus on Charles's bruises and continue to massage. I walk away from him and help him to sit down. I notice that he blushes a little...ok a lot. I take the bandage and put it around her belly.

"I'm done! Call me if you have a problem, I'll always be here." I put some bandage around his leg and belly. He smiles at me. I give him back his smile and spells out of his dormitory.

Coming back to my dormitory, I see an Alexander scared and crying on the couch. I wanted to leave him there, but a part of me wants to comfort him, so I go to him.

"Hamilton, how are you?" I repeat in a worried voice. He shakes his head.

"Why are you crying?" He hesitates to answer me and begins to tremble.

"You hate me more now." He says hoarsely.

"It's true that I was mad at you when I saw you hitting Charles, but you apologized and he forgave you. Few people have the courage to apologize. I don't hate you for that. " He nods less tensely than before.

"Aaron?"

"Yes?"

"You can call me Alex if you want." I give him a smile.

"Thanks, Alex," I say. He looks at me and gives me a small smile.

"Alex, and you? Do you hate me?" He widens his eyes and shakes his head several times.

"No, no, no. On the contrary." I smile at him. He touches me the hand that is on the couch.

"Please Alex, answer me why you hit him." He looks at me and blushes.

"Be...be...c...cause...I...I love you, Aaron. More than a friend." He finally told me.

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