Kris's POV

My eyes widened in fear as Jake's voice penetrated the air. Chase froze, his lips still on mine.

This couldn't be good.

This was just gonna be like last time...

With me ending up on the floor even more bruises framing my face and body. With more ugly words being spat at me. With Chase and his friends walking away again.

"Aww look, Chase is a fag too," Jake sneered, laughing coldly along with his friends, as a crowd began to form over the sudden commotion.

I saw Chase eyes darken with anger, his lips still against mine.

Oh no... Jake was pestering him.

Chase was gonna be forced to choose between being labeled as gay or keep his popular reputation.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the scene from yesterday play out again. It would come again. The horrible profanities, the beating, the laughter, it would all come back again.

But to my surprise none of it came.

Instead I felt Chase whirl me around, so that we were facing sideways, and moved his lips in sync with mine, right in front of Jake.

Right in front of everyone.

Gasps, shocked expressions, disgusted faces, whispers, and snickers surrounded the hall.

Students watching were gaping in surprise. Chase's friends were glaring in disgusts. But none of that mattered to me. The only thing my mind could focus on was the beautiful soft lips on my own.

Chase's soft lips.

He pulled away gently before turning to everyone, pulling me protectively to his chest.

"Hey everyone, Chase McKane is gay!" Jake shouted, as a few snickers erupted from the crowd.

"Here's a news flash Jake, I'm not gay. I'm just in love with one boy, and that's Kris," Chase countered, smirking at Jake.

"Yeah and what? You're gonna go make babies with him now?" Jake asked harshly.

"You obviously skipped the lesson on male sexual intercourse. Either that or you're just too dumb to realize that male genitals can't reproduce," Chase shot, a sly grin crossing his lips.

"W-well I'm not the one whose gonna have sex with a guy. That's just disgusting," Jake stuttered trying to come up with a comeback.

Chase just smirked before saying, "Says the one who tried to rape a guy."

Jake boiled red with anger and embarrassment, glaring at the both of us disgustingly.

"Y-you, you disgusting faggots," Jake huffed before walking away, his goons following suite.

The crowd erupted into laughter before scuttling back to their business. None seemed to mind the fact that Chase and I were a coup- wait... We weren't a couple yet.

What were we? Hmm, I'll find a time to ask him once we were home.

...

"Ugh, what an eventful day," I remarked falling exhaustedly on Chase's couch.

"Tell me about it," Chase replied, falling next to me on the couch.

"U-umm, Chase, what are we?" I asked, covering my face from embarrassment.

"Will you be my boyfriend, Kris Anderson?" he asked sincerely, prying my hands from my face.

"Yes," I whispered quietly, my face even more flustered as he pulled me into his laps, so I was now straddling him.

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his breath on my neck. Our lips were but millimeters apart.

Chase closed the gap between us, taking my lips into his own as we kissed passionately.

"Uh hem," someone cleared their throat.

I turned around to see Mrs. McKane standing by the door, looking skeptically at the sight in front of her.

I was straddling Chase, my hands wrapped in his hair, while he was holding me by the waist.

Shit. Please don't be homophobic. If she was homophobic, I was as good as a dead man.

"Chase McKane," she began, looking at Chase with one of those you-better-get-explaining looks.

You know it isn't good when your parents use your full name and start giving you the very parenty look.

I gulped, afraid of what was coming next.

"What on earth are you doing?" she asked pointedly.

"Mom, I was kissing Kris," Chase answered bluntly.

What the fuck? Did he really just say that? Like quick and simple?

"I can see that young man. Mind explaining?" she asked, but you could obviously tell the demand in her voice.

"Mom, I'm in love with Kris," he answered, unsure of the consequences.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Are you keeping things from your mother?" his mom questioned in a stern voice.

"If I knew earlier I would have told you. I just realized today, that I'm really in love with Kris," Chase stated.

"Ok good. If there's anything going on I need to know about it, you'd better tell me. I'm proud of you dear. For admitting it. For not being afraid," Mrs. McKane acknowledged in a caring motherly voice.

"Thank god your mom isn't homophobic," I whispered to Chase.

"I heard that!" Chase's mom quipped, as she walked into the kitchen.

I groaned, feeling my cheeks heat up in embarrassment again.

Chase chuckled pulling me close to his chest as I nuzzled in the crook of his neck.

"Why don't we finish were we left off," Chase whispered in my ear seductively.

"Perv," I huffed, whacking his chest lightly.

Chase smirked, before capturing my lips in his own for the second time that day. I moaned as his tongue swept over my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I allowed.

My hands trailed down to his chest softly tracing his abs.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, accidentally causing our crotches to rub up against each other.

Chase let out a loud moan at the contact, sliding his hands under my shirt.

Our kiss was quickly getting heated as our erections were lightly grinding against each other.

I broke apart from his lips panting for air.

He groaned looking at me disappointedly.

"We can't, Chase. Your mom's here," I reminded, pulling myself next to him.

He wrapped his arms around me, as I rested my head against his shoulders.

"I love you, Kris," Chase said softly, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you too, Chase," I answered shyly as I rested safely in his arms.

...

The rest of the week was completely normal.

I didn't get bullied, or receive any disgusted stares. Chase was a completely sweetheart. He walked me to class several times and even brought me flowers in the morning.

We still had about another semester and a half left until we got our grades for the project and graduate from high school.

I was extremely thankful to Mrs. Marin for pairing me up with Chase. Sure he was a complete ass at the beginning, but still.

Even through all the pain, I'd finally found someone I loved, and fortunately the whole school accepted us.

So maybe...

This school year wasn't gong to be a complete hell hole after all.