I scanned the entire building for him. Everyone at school, when I asked, said that he was a genius at anything to do with technology. He had the brain of a professional Tech guy and he was just in High school. And since I need to change my grade for half my subjects, I needed him. My dads would kill me if they knew I was failing the majority of my subjects because I was more focused on my new boyfriend.

So where the hell are you, Mr Tech Guy?

I expected him to look like the stereotypical Tech Guy -- short, fat, with messy curls atop his head and glasses bigger than his face. I pictured him to have two large earphones so he could block out the world, and a laptop on him at all times. However, when I saw him, that whole stereotypical shit was out of my head. He was gorgeous. He did have curly hair, but instead of a messy nest, the curls were more defined and looked soft. It was long enough for him to pull it back in a pony tail -- which happened to be the first thing I saw on him. I stopped for a moment and stared him down. He was blessed. When he turned around, I realized how true that latter statement actually was. His sharp jawline was the first thing that attracted me, besides his caramel colored skin. He wore a V-neck top which, if happened to get wet, would definitely show off his what seemed like perfect body. He was muscular -- not to the point where it's disgusting, but to the point where staring at his muscles too long would definitely get me a hard on. So I removed my eyes, carrying them lower and instantly regretted it. I quickly looked back to his chocolate shade of brown eyes and I flashed a sheepish smile.

He cocked his head to the side as he drank in my appearance. I refrained from biting my lip as his eyes raked my body. I let out a soft breath to control my breathing.

"So, can I help you?" he asked me in a droll tone. His eyes twinkled in curiosity as he stared at me.

"Uh yeah... yeah, I need you to help me with uh my uh-"

"Your grades?" he chuckled, "Don't be ashamed, love, you're not the first and definitely not the last."

I glanced down sheepishly, then blinked back up to him after I took a few seconds to compose myself. "What do you want, as payment?" He stared at me and stepped back to lean against his locker. He bit his bottom lip softly and I stared at the action, willing myself not to drool. "I have money-"

"I don't take money."  He folded his arms across his chest and brought one hand up so his thumb could run under his lip as he studied me. "Well what do you want?" He didn't say anything, just looked behind me. When I turned, I found Ely walking toward me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek from behind. "Hey."

"Hi, babe," I smiled.

"I'm guessing that's the boyfriend?" he asked me, staring at Ely.

"Yes," I nodded my head. He studied me for a moment or two.

"Listen, I'll do this for you, okay. You seem nice... and what's so wrong with doing a bit of pro bono work, huh."

"Okay..." I said suspiciously.

"Don't worry, this isn't a trick. Just give me your information, I'll get it done," he flashed me a smile. I bit my bottom lip as I furrowed my eyebrows. I stared at him for a moment and he just stood, looking completely aggravated by my pondering. I finally nodded at him, "Fine. Thank you." I took his phone number, so I could text him all of my information.

And after that one day, although I didn't necessarily like him, I still found myself with the guy, just randomly talking about crap. I told myself I was just trying to make sure he wasn't messing up my report card, but even after it was done, we still hung around each other. 

He actually didn't have the world of friends and although he made it seem like he wanted nothing to do with me, I still remained because I saw beneath his mask. He liked my company. I may have been the annoying kid he met one time that never left him alone, but deep down he liked it. He would smile at me, like a genuine smile, some days, then the others, all I got was a slight twitch at the ends of his lips, or just a plain frown. He was a messed up guy, but it attracted me.

Ely and I were telling people we were fine, but the truth was that we weren't. We weren't arguing everyday or anything like that, it just wasn't feeling like how a relationship was supposed to feel. He'd kiss me and whatnot but it wasn't enough for me. I craved his attention -- or anyone's attention. And although I understood that it was Ely's parents that had him acting the way he did, I couldn't help but be annoyed by him also.

I went to his place one afternoon, and instead of finding him alone with his phone in his hand, I found a group of three people, exclusive of him. They were playing a random game of Truth or Dare. They said they were trying out the mobile version, and I joined the game. When it came down to his turn, he chose dare. His dare just happened to be 'Kiss the person to your right', which was me. 

Usually I'd instantly pull out and make them know that I had a boyfriend and I wasn't going to do it, but that afternoon specifically, I was annoyed at everyone. I wasn't even allowed to go to Ely's place because his stupid parents were home. I hated that they didn't fully support us. So, without thinking, I tugged his head to mine and I kissed him. And the kiss was amazing. I think it was how much I actually longed the taste of his lips on mine, or how blissful it felt as his tongue danced with mine. We continued to kiss until one of his friends stopped us, and I just blushed.

I remained silent for the rest of the game, occasionally stealing glances at him, although I knew it was completely wrong to feel that way. After the game ended, and his guests found it was time for them to leave, I decided I'd leave also. I didn't think I could've faced him after kissing him and completely enjoying it -- more than I enjoyed Ely's...

He held back my arm just as I was about to leave his bedroom. I pulled my arm away then ran my fingers through my shockingly, damp hair. I cleared my throat before saying, "Uh thanks for having me. I just uh wasn't-"

"I saw you looking at me," he interrupted me, making my eyes turn the size of saucers. I looked down, hoping he doesn't notice my sudden shocked/sheepish expression. "You seemed like you really enjoyed the kiss," he said to me.

"It was a dare."

"It was my dare... yet you kissed me."

I glanced away and let out a soft chuckle. I shook my head, "I have a boyfriend."

He smiled at me, and I expected him to say something stupid about how his kiss was so much better than Ely's or that I definitely enjoyed his more. But he didn't say that. Instead, he just nodded his head, "Well, okay. Go back to your boyfriend." His tone was smooth and almost soft, not rough and boisterous that would have definitely scared me. I stared at him for a moment or two. His eyes were trained on mine and I sighed softly. 

My mind was telling me to just turn around and go home and call Ely, but my body was saying something completely different. I glanced down for a moment. I really should just leave. Why didn't I leave? I did turn to walk off but something stopped me and I just don't know what it was. I turned back around and I shook my head, watching as a smug smirk appeared on his face. And even though I hated that, I couldn't resist it. I ended up jamming my body against his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his in a hungry kiss. His hands moved around me, but one slammed the door shut before going to my ass. I pulled off his top quickly and began to kiss down his jawline. "Don't worry, you're boyfriend won't have to know."

"Wow, and Ely took you back?" Jess asked with shock. I gave her a look that said for her to shut up. I'm glad Ely took me back. Because only after a week of him ending things with me after I told him, I felt like a part of me was missing and I just couldn't be without Ely. I regretted everything. I realized the day after that I was so extremely stupid and I should have simply gone home, I should have called Ely and masturbated to his voice or something -- anything but what I actually did.

"You never told us his name," Jess said.

"Because I don't like talking about him."

"But you were perfectly fine fucking him, so why not?" Nash said, with no filter at all. I glared at him, but answered Jess nonetheless. "Jared Alexander."

"What?" Cj sat up from his laid back position, suddenly looking the most interested. I furrowed my eyebrows, "You know him?" His eyes widened slightly and he leaned back in the seat. "No, I just uh I heard wrong. Sorry." Jess glanced across at her boyfriend with a worried look on her face. She talked to him softly while I just sat there awkwardly, hoping I didn't strike a nerve. Nash looked across at me, but said nothing. He got up and walked away, leaving me in this awkwardness.

"Uh I should really go. My dads'll be home soon," I told them.

Jess looked up at me, "No, you can stay. We're just going to invite some more friends."

"No..." I shook my head, "I think I should go."

"I'll drive you," Nash said, appearing in the room again. I smiled and nodded my head, "Thank you." I stood up quickly and walked out of the house. I waited outside for Nash. Something just felt so weird after I said Jared's name, and I don't know why. They both acted so weird. Maybe it's just me being paranoid from being kidnapped, but I no longer wanted to be there.

Nash met up with me outside the house and pulled my arm to get in the car. I winced as flashes of Jaxon came into my mind, where I couldn't even pull away because fear of him killing me consumed my entire body. So I allowed Nash to shove me into the car. When he came around to the driver's seat and began to drive he said to me. "You're fucked."

"What?"

"Everyone is going to come after you." He glanced across at me, catching the obvious fear in my eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, "You know Jared Alexander and what you had was the closest thing to human contact he's ever had, and since he's been MIA for some months now, with the most valuable information, they'll be coming to you to find him."

"I don't understand. I-I mean I don't know where he is."

"Yeah, well tell them that when they come for you," he said heartlessly.

"What valuable information does he have?" I asked Nash, but he didn't reply. I stared at him, in hopes of willing him with my eyes to answer my question, but he just faced front and only that. As expected, the rest of the drive was silent and sort of awkward for me. I sat there, occasionally looking to him, then out the window, trying to act casual. 

When we arrived at my place, Nash looked across at me as I said thank you. "Watch your back, okay."

"Yeah."

"Oh and don't get your family involved -- they'll be killed." I looked away from him to exit the car, but my mind was spinning. I'm not allowed to tell my parents that I'll probably die soon because I cheated on my boyfriend with a.... I don't even know what Jared is. Why is he so special? Is it because he's a Tech Genius? What valuable information does he have?

I took in a scared breath. What am I going to do? Who am I going to tell? How can I get help? I highly doubt anyone would actually sit and listen to me if I tell them I have no idea where Jared is. I don't even know who's coming after me. Is it Cj and Jess, or someone completely different? What's going to happen when I tell them I don't have the information they need? Will they kill me? I think if they say they'll kill me it'll be more of a threat than when Jaxon said it.

Jaxon was just a scared guy with a gun. He had somewhere to be, somewhere which was obviously important to him. I don't think he had any intention of actually hurting me. He had something to do and he took desperate measures to get it done. I don't know if I even forgive him, but right now, compared to what's to come, Jaxon is a walk in the park.

I finally paid attention to my surroundings and I saw my dads' cars parked in the driveway. I bit my bottom lip softly, hoping they don't blow up on me for leaving the house. When I entered the house, I was instantly engulfed in a hug and he kissed my forehead. I hugged back weirdly and a bit confused. From the smell of, according to the bottle 'Mysore sandalwood, ambergis, violet leaves and French verbena', I realize instantly which of my Dads was hugging me without even having to look. Dad is obsessed with that Creed cologne -- he wears when he's just at home, or if he's going somewhere of importance. And I actually liked the smell of it and so I sort of learned off the ingredients to find something like it, but not the same so Dad won't get it in his mind that I'm copying him or something.

When we pulled away, he kissed my forehead then let out a sigh of relief. "Where were you?" he asked me.

"Uh I went to see a friend."

"You don't have any friends, son," Bear said. I glared at him, watching as he cracked a smile, but then Dad turned to give him a look. He rose his hands in surrender. I laughed mentally at that. "Don't ever do that again, okay. I was worried sick because I didn't know where you were and something could have happened."

"Dad, I was fine," I said, which was an obvious lie. I realized I was going to die sooner than I thought today.

"Still," he said, "Tell us where you're going." He held me against his chest again, for a while. I just stood there and allowed him to do whatever he was doing. His only movement was his chest as it rose and fell slowly. "Dad.. you're going to have to let go.."

"Well I was waiting for your father to join in so it would be...cool... but he didn't do that... so.." He pulled away. When Bear heard that he grinned widely and rushed to us, pulling us both into a much unwanted (by me) hug. I wiggled my way out of that and left them there with each other. I glanced back at them and they obviously realized I wasn't there any longer, but they were still in each others arms. I rushed up the stairs to Charlie's room. 

The door was locked, and he had a 'Do Not Disturb' sign up, in bright red block letters, then beneath it, written small, but big enough for me to see, it says, "Meaning you, Sebastian!" I laughed at that and pushed the door open nevertheless. I found Charlie and his lady friend laying on his bed with the laptop in front of them and they were giggling softly with each other, with an earplug in each other their ears.

"Please tell me that's not porn," I say to them. While Charlie tugged out his earplug and stared at me with only anger, Connie just blushed. She looks too innocent to even know what porn is -- poor, poor girl. "Sebastian, get out of my room."

"I just wanted to stop by and say Hi.. to see if you were alright in here," I smiled sickly sweet at him. He threw a pillow at me but I dodged it quickly. "Don't be like that, Charlie," I tell him, "Can't a brother care?" I was practically daring him to tell me something. I know he'll never do it. He's obviously far too busy trying to impress Connie -- he won't say anything to ruin all his progress.

"Connie, love, are you staying for dinner tonight? Would you like to formally meet the family?" I asked her. I smiled at Charlie, "I promise I'll be nice."

"I hate you. I hate you so much," Charlie ran his hands over his face.

"I'd like to meet you guys," Connie finally spoke. 

"Great! We're such a lovely bunch.. well besides Charlie, but hopefully you can convert him."

"Sebastian get the h-" he stopped himself, just as I expected, "Get out. Please."

"Why didn't you just say that, baby brother?" I cocked an eyebrow at him, watching as anger tore him apart. I laughed softly before winking at his girlfriend then finally leaving his bedroom. If I die soon, I'll miss him. I know, what morbid thoughts, but what else can I think about? After what Nash told me, there is not a bone in my body that wants to shrivel up into nothingness and disappear. Behind all my sarcastic and rude comments to my brother, I'm actually quivering in fear on the inside, and no amount of insults to Charlie could help with that.

At dinner, we sat around our table with Connie as our guests. My Dads (well mainly one dad since Bear doesn't do shit) prepared a semi-fancy dinner, since Connie was here. During the entire first half of the dinner, all my dads could do was apologize to Connie for the last time when she wasn't able to stay of dinner. They really need to get over that.

At the middle of our very fun dinner, the house phone rang. And to escape the shit I was saying, Charlie quickly got up and got the phone. I grinned at Connie. "Isn't he just adorable?" I nodded to my brother who was in earshot of our conversation, but couldn't say anything. I opened my mouth to say something else, but Charlie called my name, saying, "You're boyfriend's on the phone, idiot."

I smiled sickly sweet, "And your girlfriend is-"

"Sebastian, just take the phone!" Charlie interrupted me and I began to laugh as I stood up and walked to get the phone. Our house phone was in the kitchen, where we usually eat (we would have eaten in the dining room, but Connie isn't really that important) and so everyone could easily hear what I'm telling Ely -- which is just fucking great.

"Ely?"

"Sebastian? Hey babe," his voice sounded scared, which instantly got me scared. But a small part of me also wanted to be courageous and go see what's going on with my boyfriend.

"Ely, what's going on?"

"I-I need you to meet me.. alone."

"Wow, like I'd bring my parents when I'm going to see my boyfriend." The sarcasm just flowed out without my permission. I am completely aware that this is no joking matter. 

"Where are you?" I asked him. I looked back at my family and realized they were all looking and listening to me. 

"At work. Please come quickly and don't bring your dads." His voice was shaky and it got even more worried. Before I could say anything else, the other end was cut off. I cursed softly under my breath. I know this is Cj and his girlfriend or whoever she is. They want me. It's my fault Ely is in this situation. They think I know where Jared is but I don't. I haven't seen Jared since I came clean to Ely about what happened, which was months ago. 

"Dads I gotta go," I finally speak. 

"No, you don't," Dad said.

"Please, Dad. I-I have to go..." I tell him softly. 

"Son, I know you want to go meet your boyfriend and whatnot, but do you know what time it is? Why is he even out at this time? Something could happen to you both and I don't think I'm ready to accept it if anything was to happen to you."

"Something has already happened!" I blurted. He looked taken aback for a moment. I wanted to curse myself for saying that out loud. If they know they'd want to follow and then something would definitely happen -- which I don't want. If they want me, they can have me, but I don't want anything to happen to my family or my boyfriend.

"What?" Dad asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing. I have to go to Ely. Please don't follow me," I tell them as I grabbed up keys from the small basket of keys on the counter. 

"Sebastian!" Dad called for me as I rushed out of the kitchen, then soon out of the house. They both ran out to meet me, but I was already in the car. "Sebastian, Come back!" Bear shouted.

"I'm sorry, I'll be back, soon," I shouted out the window. I wasn't even sure if I actually would be back. They want Jared and the one person who they believe knows where Jared is, actually doesn't. They'll be pissed. They'll kill me for being useless. I can already foresee it. My dads would have to live the rest of their lives without me and without the knowledge of who did it and why.