Gillian scanned the lunchroom. He sat in a random different place each day. It didn't matter to him. Its not like he had any friends to sit with anyway.

Soon he spotted an empty table and sat down. The cafeteria was buzzing with the noise of students, conversing and joking loudly with their friends. Gillian found it unbearable to be around people, especially those who were so loud.

 He ate in peace for a good while before 5 teens walked over to the table. The one leading the way had blonde hair and dark gray eyes. Gillian made eye-contact with him and it sent shivers down his spine. His gaze was piercing and cold, lifeless even.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing there?" The guy barked.

"I am a year 12, I'm not a child." Gillian responded,

"And I'm in year 13. Move."

"I'm not obligated."

A fire seemed to rise in the guy's eyes with fierce intensity. He grabbed Gillian's arm and yanked him to his feet.

He growled, "You little asshole. You're coming with me."

Before he knew what was happening, Gillian found himself being dragged out of the cafeteria. The guy's grip on him was so tight, his nails were digging into his skin. The other friends of the group did not follow and he wondered if he should resist.

He decided to just let the guy do what he was going to do and have it over with. They entered the men's room near the cafeteria and Gillian was on the floor in seconds.

"Just who do you think you are?"

"...I do not know." Was all he could muster as a response.

"Whats your name?"

"Gillian Mires."

He crouched in front of him and studied him. Gillian shuddered under his gaze, feeling he was at this man's mercy. The guy noticed this and a smirk formed on his face. His heart pounded in his chest and his anxiety spiked. What was this sudden feeling?

"I'm Mark," The guy cooed, placing his hand under his chin and lifting his head up to face him properly.

Gillian's face almost tingled from where he was touched, "I... I see..."

"Stand up," Mark said, standing himself.

He slowly did as he was told. His wrists were grabbed and he was pinned to the wall rather violently. Mark leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I think you oughta be punished for that."

A deep blush formed over Gillian's face and he quickly leaned away, "Wh-What?"

He didn't understand what was happening. His façade was crumbling to pieces. He felt light, like he was on a cloud. The feeling was so sudden and new, it scared him.

He suddenly felt teeth close around the skin on his neck and a pitiful sound escaped his lips. Mark smirked once again, "Liked that~?"

"N-No!" Gillian shouted exasperatedly.

"Your dick says other wise, slut."

His mouth moved but no words came out. His mind was hazy. His thoughts were covered in thick smog.

Time passed and the bell rang. Mark had left already and Gillian was in a stall, just trying to pull himself together. His normally combed hair was ruffled and messy, his tie hung lose and a few of his shirt buttons were not-so-buttoned. All Gillian could feel was relief his virginity was still in tact.

He knew he had to quickly get everything fixed so he could be somewhat on time for class. He buttoned up his shirt, re-tied his tie, did his best to fix his hair and rushed to class, forgetting the several bite marks on his neck.

At the end of the day while he was at his locker, he felt like everyone was staring and whispering about him. He wasn't sure where this sudden paranoia had come from.

Carlos approached him and his eyes immediately went to his neck, "...So its true?"

"Whats true?" Gillian asked, reverting to his monotone voice.

"Everyone's been talking about you Gillian... Mark has been saying he fucked you in the bathroom during lunch, and he left marks on you to prove it,"

He once again glanced around, causing several people to look away.

"...We didn't have intercourse, but he sexually harassed me."

He was struggling to keep up his façade and his brother tilted his head concernedly, "Are you alright?"

"Fine." He spat, walking past him.

Carlos followed and they walked in silence back to their home. Gillian went straight to his room, ignoring the greetings from their parents. He laid down and he couldn't stop thinking about it. The more he replayed it in his head, the more he realized how attracted he was to it.

"Fuck," he muttered, "no wonder no girls have caught my attention, I've been looking in the wrong place the whole time,"