Kris's POV

I sighed as I walked down the hall towards my locker.

Today, just like all the other days since 'our kiss', Chase was avoiding me.

The fact that I was gay was enough to make me his humiliation target on my first day, but now that I kissed him, I wasn't sure what he could do to me. He was either gonna avoid me for the rest of the year or make my life miserable as hell. I wasn't sure which one I prefered, but I was beginning to want the latter.

I stopped at my locker to grab my books for 3rd period.

Shutting my locker, I was just about to walk away when I was pulled back by the hood of my sweater, and slammed into my locker.

I let out a whimper at the pain shooting up my shoulder.

"Hey fag, where do you think you're going?" Chase's friend, whose name I later found out was Jake Reyes, jeered. Standing behind him was a glaring Brett Malcom, another one of Chase's friends.

Terrified, I searched the hall for Chase, hoping he could help me. But, my hope died away as soon as I spotted him sucking face with a girl.

I felt my heart swell in pain at the sight. Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes.

The kiss had meant so much to me. It had made my heart flutter, my stomache do flips, and it sure as hell intensified my crush on Chase. But Chase could kiss me as many times as he wanted but it would mean nothing to him. He could be kissing another girl the very next day, and that very thought pained me to the core.

The pain only got worse though, as I felt Jake's first collide with my stomache. I cried out in pain, letting the tears fall freely. Too weak to defend myself, I stood there motionless as Jake and Brett continued to beat me up.

The last thing I remembered was seeing the two walk away laughing, before I blacked out.

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Chase's POV

I had seen the whole thing.

Jake, pinning Kris to the locker, Kris's terrified eyes, Kris's hurt expression when he saw me kissing Bridgette Cole, Jake and Brett beating Kris up, Kris collapsing to the ground, my friends walking away laughing, all of it.

But the thought that sickened me the most, was that I had watched it all, but chose to do nothing about it. I'd let my friends beat the crap out of him, and because I had too much to lose, I didn't stop them.

Making sure my friends were out of sight, I ran over to Kris's now unconscious body, picking him up bridal style, and carried him to the nurse's office.

"What happened to the boy?" the nurse asked, as I entered the office, placing Kris down gently on the mat.

"Two kids beat him up just a few minutes ago," I replied, sitting down on the edge of the mat.

"He seems to have several bruises on his stomach and rib cage and one on the side of his face. I'll have to call his parents," the nurse stated, as she inspected Kris.

"I'll have to put ice packs on his bruises otherwise they will worsen," the nurse went on, gently taking Kris's shirt off, before placing the ice packs on the bruises, and one on his cheek.

"Can you make sure those ice packs don't fall off while I go to the main office to find the information to call his parents?" she asked.

I just nodded in response as I watched her she walk out the door.

Turning my focus back on Kris, I finally got a good look at him.

He was actually very... attractive. Even with all those bruises he looked absolutely amazing. His cheekbones were just absolutely perfect, he was a little pale, but the skin tone fitted him perfectly. His lips were a light pink, and even though I couldn't see his eyes, I knew they were a piercing ocean blue, since I've seen them before.

My eyes traveled down to his body. Thought he wasn't as fit as me, his body was quite good looking. He had a six pack too, but because he always wore big sweaters, I never noticed. I always thought he was extremely scrawny.

My gaze came back up to his, now slightly parted lips. They were so soft and... kissable?

Kissable?! Fuck. I seriously need to get it together. I can't think about him this way. He's a fag and I swear to God I'm straight. Ugh. Fuck it. This whole gay shit is getting to me.

I need to do something to get my mind off of Kris. But what can I even do? There's seriously nothing in the nurse's office I could do, besides sit and watch Kris.

As if on cue, my phone beeped, signaling a message. Thank god.

Grabbing my phone, I noticed the message was from Jake.

J: Hey man, did you see how badly we fucked that faggot up this morning? And is it cool if I come over 2mrw?

C: Ya nice one, bro. And yeah it's cool.

I sighed frustratedly at my message. This was honestly unfair to Kris. I was giving Jake encouragement. Letting him think I thought what he did was nice. As much as I wanted to tell him to fuck off, I didn't want to lose my rep.

I didn't want to see Kris get beaten up either. I didn't like seeing him with bruises everywhere. I didn't want anyone to hurt him...

But why was I caring about him? Just months ago he was just a humiliation target for me, but now I was having these strange tingly sensations when we touched. And I was caring for him, thinking about him constantly. Even if I tried to think about something else, my mind would drift back to Kris.

What was wrong with me? What was that boy doing to me? I couldn't possibly have feelings for him, could I? No. I'm straight. Right?

Suddenly the door opened, jolting me out of my thoughts.

The nurse came in with Kris's dad who looked at Kris with a worried expression.

"Chase, you can go now," the nurse said, ushering me towards the door.

I nodded, turning back to look at Kris one more time before I got up and walked out.