I still had a page of review to do before I was done my homework. We had gotten back late, so there was no way we were going to have time for video games tonight. I was probably unreasonably disappointed. I felt restless from it and couldn't stop my fidgeting.

"Did you have fun at the Spencer's?" Sasha was serious. That was half the trouble. My mind wanted to twist everything into a sarcastic dig now, even when it wasn't. Sarcasm and innuendo was familiar and easy. It was what I was used to. It took everything inside me to take a deep breath and sigh first.

"No Sir." I replied just as seriously. Sasha narrowed his eyes and surveyed my body language. I was tossing my stress ball into the air and catching it now in my attempts to curb my jitters. It was not working.

"Your parents told me that their boy is a friend of yours. I take it that is not the case." He sat back comfortably in a chair.

"Depends. If a friend is someone you hang out with occasionally and teaches you how to get away with shi... sorry." I caught the ball and rubbed my eyes tiredly. When I looked up Sasha was frowning at me.

"It is alright. You caught yourself this time. You have apologized." He raised a brow at me and I smiled sheepishly.

"My parents want me to hang out with him. He is an absolute prick to his staff. Oh, sorry. Can I say that Sir?" I was tossing the ball back and forth between my hands as I spoke, pausing to confirm with him before I continued talking. He nodded and motioned for me to continue.

"He eats like a pig. He cheats on his grades. He throws temper tantrums if he doesn't get his way. You get the idea. He isn't even the worst of my 'so called' friends, all hand picked by my dearest parents for their wealth and influence of course." I was thudding my ball against the wall and catching it now. Sasha didn't so much as flinch.

"Have you spoken to them regarding this?" He asked me, assessing my agitation as though he was trying to figure it out. I laughed, but it came out as a bitter thing without any true humour.

"Right. Last time I tried to talk to them, really talk to them, they called me a fu..." I held it in at the last minute and took a deep breath. "Liar. They called me a liar. I'll get better with this whole 'no swearing' thing eventually Sir." He grinned at me and nodded.

"You are already doing very well, Lukas. Are there any of them you do like?" He watched me as I stopped throwing the ball and thought to myself.

"Two? Yeah, I think there are two I actually like. My friend Amy at school is one of them. You have seen her. She is probably the most normal. Her parents actually work hard for their money so she isn't a spoiled little deb." I grinned at him. He was watching me too closely.

"And the other?" He asked quietly. I hesitated to say, but I figured what the hell.

"The other is Mikey. My parents don't like him very much. Probably because they suspect I get my Maryjane from him. He isn't that bad a guy though. I mean, he only does that stuff as stress relief. He gets bad headaches and his parents wouldn't do anything about them... so he did." I tried to explain to him.

"Let me guess. They believe he is attention seeking, like your parents do?" He quipped. I nearly dropped my ball in surprise at the words.

"More like an embarrassment. It's not like I didn't try at first. I just couldn't do anything right, no matter what I did, so I stopped trying." I sighed and sat back in my seat. My chest felt itchy and I rubbed at it.

"What did you try?" He was scrutinizing me again and I blushed under the intense stare.

"I don't know, being quiet? Being good? I did my homework. I picked up after myself. It wasn't good enough though. My marks were too low. I wasn't supposed to do the staff's work for them. Heaven forbid I try to hold a conversation with them." I frowned at the memories. He got up and pulled me to my feet.

It threw me off-guard as he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug. I felt too unsettled. I wanted to fidget in his arms. I could feel my legs almost vibrating. My breathing was too quick. Then he began stroking my hair and humming a strange tune.

My hand was shaking as it hovered, unsure whether to return the hug or not. I gulped. It was giving me a mixed bag of feelings, most of which I wasn't sure how to handle. My chest felt warm and my gut clenched uncomfortably. I felt my dick perking up and didn't dare move a muscle in case he noticed.

"Calm yourself. Take a deep breath in and then let it out slowly." He coached me. He took a deep breath and I tried to copy him. He blew it out ever so slowly into my ear and I shivered from the sensations.

I knew he wasn't trying to rile me up, but my body was responding nonetheless. I felt too hot. I grasped onto the edge of his suit jacket and fingered the material to distract me. It was slightly rough in my fingers. I fell into the breathing pattern slowly.

His hands stroked me slowly, gently as he tried to get me to relax. I focused on the tempo and closed my eyes to block out his dangerously sexy features. Now I noticed the warmed scent of his soap. My knees felt alarmingly weak as he seemed to wrap around me.

"Just relax. I am here and I see you. You are doing so well." His deep voice was hypnotising as the warmth brushed against my ear. I held back a moan as he pushed my head onto his firm shoulder. It was scratchy against my cheek and I could catch the underlying smell of his sweat and skin from this close.

I felt so cherished. He just listened to me. There were no 'you should' or 'you could' statements pouring from his lips, just him wanting to know more and comforting me. I didn't even know that was what I wanted and needed.

"I want a joint." I whimpered. He shushed me. I buried my face in his shoulder and tried to hold back the tears on the verge of spilling. It wasn't fair, him making me feel this way.

"I've got you, Lukas. I've got you."