Chase's POV

It's been a couple weeks since the little 'incident' with Kris. I had ditched him whenever Mrs. Marin assigned us an assignment. To be honest, I felt a little bad for ditching him, since it was effecting his grade.

I was now unwillingly heading to first period, my friends and the school's population of girls trailing behind me.

In the past couple weeks, my friends had been doing my dirty work. They were constantly slamming Kris into lockers, pushing him to the ground, kicking, punching, and calling him a fag.

In truth, I actually felt bad for Kris. He didn't really deserve all the beating he's been getting. After all, he's only new. He was actually quite nice, caring, and hot.

What the actual fuck?! Hot?!

I did not just think Kris, out of all people, was hot?! This whole gay thing is getting to my head. Fuck it. I swear, I am going to kill Mrs. Marin for pairing us up. Not literally. I'm honestly not like that.

Casually, I slid into my seat as Mrs. Marin, strode into the class along with a few other students.

"Alright class! Settle down. Today, you will have to get use to your partner. You can do this but talking, asking questions, and such. Go find a seat for the both of you to have your own time," Mrs. Marin said before dismissing us with a wave of her hand.

I didn't even bother to budge from my spot. I was perfectly comfortable where I was. Plus I didn't want to be paired up with Kris in the first place. So I didn't see why I had to cooperate.

Lifting my foot on the table, and putting my hands behind my head, I heard footsteps approaching. Turning my head just slightly, cause honestly, I wouldn't give, whoever the person was, the time of day, I saw Kris.

Awkwardly, he sat down into the seat next to me.

"So umm-"

I turned my back to him and faced the window. I didn't want to do this stupid project. So there wasn't any reasonable reason why I should have to talk to him. I could just go back to not knowing him. Well, no. I could go back to just not having to be friends with him and just bully him around.

I was just about to close my eyes to catch some Zs when I heard a chair creek back, causing me to open my eyes.

"Get this straight in your idiotic brain brain, ok?! Being gay isn't even fucking contagious. So quit being an asshole! It was just a stupid little pat on the shoulder anyway!" Kris spat, with each word he said, anger boiled inside of me.

He seemed to have noticed his mistake, because he finally snapped back to reality as he saw me. I stood out of my seat advantaging towards him. Nearly frightened to death, he flew right out of his seat and ran out the door, me running behind him, and Mrs. Marin calling us to get back here.

He may have the speed, but I had the speed and the strength. I easily caught up to him, grabbing him by the back of his shirt pushing him back into one of the lockers nearby.

"P-please d-don't hurt me! I-I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Kris pleaded cowering into the locker away from me.

The anger that had boiled inside of me a few minutes ago slowly died away. Kris looked so vulnerable and small. I couldn't help but feel guilty for letting my friends and myself bully him.

I felt him quiver beneath me, his head turning slightly so he didn't have to look at me.

"Hey, it's ok. I won't hurt you," I soothed, placing my hand under his chin to turn his face towards me.

His pink soft lips trembled. I couldn't help but want to kiss them. Before I realized what I was doing, I felt my body move forward, leaning into Kris's lips...

"Hey man! What r u doing?" I heard Jake Reyes, my best friend, say, snapping me back to reality.

"Get away from me you fag!" I growled panicking, forcefully pushing Kris into the lockers. The look on Kris's face showed shock and betrayal.

"Yeah, you little fag, can't you kept your hands off of guys?" Jake sneered, pushing Kris to the floor before kicking him in the ribs. I could see Kris was in a lot of pain, he grabbed at his rib, closing his eyes shut, and curled up into a ball to block out anymore abuse from Jake and me...

Guilt rose inside of me. As much as I wanted to tell him I was sorry and punch Jake, I couldn't. I had a rep to keep.

"Come on, man. Mrs. Marin said we have detention along with the fag," Jake informed.

"How'd you even get detention?"

"I told the teacher to shut the fuck up, when she was yelling at you and him to come back. Man, that old women is so irritating,"

I let out a fake chuckled and snuck a glance behind me to see Kris. He was clutching at his rib cage, head down, following us to the detention room. I fought back the urge to hug him and make him feel better.

Wait a second!!! What the fuck am I thinking? Just seconds ago I wanted to kiss him. And now hugging too?! What has gotten into me?! I'm literally wanting to do wrong things to a guy!! No way!! I can't let myself think nonsense again. I'm straight. I'm straight. I'm straight!!! I don't like guys!! Phew. Calm down, Chase. Your fine. It's just the heat. Ugh, what kind of a stupid excuse is that? It's literally winter right now. It's the cold then. It's gotta be the cold. Yeah, that's it.

"Take a seat boys. I'm gonna lock the door so none of you leave. Don't think about doing anything while your in detention," Mr. Phil, the detention teacher stated, narrowing his eyes at us before locking the door and leaving the three of us.

Detention was usually hell for me, since I was absolutely bored to death every time. But today was different. I wasn't as bored as I thought I would be. Without realizing it, I had been observing Kris throughout the whole detention. I don't know why I was suddenly so interested but I guess it was just... The cold. Yep, the cold is always a good thing to blame for strange actions.

Kris actually did nothing the whole time. He had his head down, trying to avoid eye any contact with me. I guess he was still hurt. Not physically but more mentally. Why? Because I had been kind to him, but when Jake came, my pride got the best of me, and I'd pushed him away.

I would just have to try to apologize to him after this.

What was an hour, but seemed like few minutes had flew by. Yeah, I know that statement was completely twisted. (The original statement is; What was an hour but felt like years or something like that) I was so caught up in thinking about Kris, and what had happened, I didn't even hear Mr. Phil tell us detention was over until the bell rang. It's the cold again, I tell you. It's effecting my brain and my trail of thought.

Seeing as Kris had already left, I raced out of the classroom, got in my car, and drive straight to his house.

Getting to his house only minutes later, I proceeded to knock on his door.

"Look, about earlier-" I tried to explain, when Kris opened the door, his face streaked with drying tears.

"I don't need your pity. It's all an act, just so you can shove it back in my face later!" Kris snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

"I'm sorry, ok? But my image is important to me. I had to do that," I apologized. Apparently, he wasn't having any of it.

"People like you are heartless! You only care about yourself! You step on others to feel good about yourself. You would do whatever it takes to be at the top. What you don't realize is, that just makes others think lowly of you!" He screamed, shutting the door in my face.

His words stung, although I don't recall why. He had said people like me were heartless. I wasn't heartless, I had tried to apologize, but he had seemed extremely hurt when I pushed him away. I could understand why he didn't forgive me.

Because of who I am, no one has ever pushed me away. I never knew how it felt to be pushed away and looked down on. I never knew the feeling of being stepped on. But as those words left Kris's lips, I was beginning to realize, just slightly, how it felt to be in his shoes.

With those thoughts in mind, I left.