When the bell rings for the start of class, and before we all go our separate ways, Christian grabs my wrist and mutters, "Wait a moment."

I glance up at him curiously as he pulls out a pen and gently holds my hand as he takes the pen to my palm. He writes something across my skin, the feeling sends little tingles throughout my palm, and then he let's go and recaps his pen. I look at what he wrote, and smile when I realize it's his phone number.

"Now we can talk day and night," Christian says with a smile.

I smile too, and shyly glance around to see if we're alone. There are only a handful of people left in the cafeteria, and none of them are paying us any attention. So feeling more comfortable, I tiptoe onto the balls of my feet and slowly wind an arm around Christian's neck, while my other hand gently touches his cheek before I connect our lips for a chaste kiss.

I love kissing Christian, his mouth is so soft and invitingly warm against my own; and his gentle touch is addictive. I feel myself getting lost in his arms and my head becomes clouded by the pressure of his lips against my own. When our breathing becomes ragged, we reluctantly break our kiss and Christian leans his forehead against mine as he closes his eyes and slowly takes steady inhales.

Sighing, he gently kisses my forehead before whispering, "I'll see you after school."

I smile and nod. "See you . . ."

And then we're parting ways to go to our separate classes; I go to chemistry, while Christian goes to health class. I slip inside the classroom minutes before the final bell, and as I hurry to my desk and avoid the disapproval of my teacher shaking their head at my punctuality, I'm annoyed to find myself slipping back into my pattern of tardiness. I slide into my chair beside Peter, and smile at him as I pull out my notebook and pencil.

He smiles back at me thinly and quietly asks, "So how did you land your relationship with Christian?"

I bite my bottom lip and mutter, "Oh, I was just walking home yesterday and he saw me when he was driving his motorcycle. He stopped to ask if I wanted a ride and we got to talking. We went back to my house and we . . . we shared our stories." I whisper.

Peter's eyes widen and he quietly mutters, "You told him about you?" I nod. "And he told you about him?"

"Yes."

"And what . . . you suddenly kiss and hold hands now?" Peter mutters with a frown.

I frown too and mutter, "Peter, what's wrong? Aren't you happy for me?"

"Of course I'm happy for you!" Peter quietly cries. "It's just . . ." He trails off with a sigh before saying, "It's just seems sudden, that's all. I mean, is it real? Or are you rebounding or....something?"

My brow furrows and I furiously whisper, "Christian is not a rebound. I-I really like him, Peter, and he makes me feel good about myself. I thought you knew that . . ."

Peter sighs and reaches over to squeeze my hand as he replies, "I know, I just want you to be happy."

"Christian makes me happy," I softly mutter.

Peter nods. "Good, you deserve it."

I smile. "Thank you, Peter, that means a lot."

Peter nods, and then the teacher clears their throat and class begins.

Garrett's p.o.v.

When I saw Beau with that asshole Christian Philips, walking hand and hand into the school, I felt jealousy burn inside me. I don't want Beau with anyone else, he's mine to have and if he's with someone else now . . .

It's frustrating, and it can't continue on any further.

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My day starts out easy with a group project in chemistry, that Peter and I pair up on before anyone can pick us to do all the work while they laze around. Then I have language arts, and the whole entire time we're focused on Shakespeare's Macbeth. I'm half way through my day, and I've just arrived for gym class —- on time —- when I begin to realize my oh–so–easy day isn't so easy anymore.

I'm walking pass a cluster of students gossiping amongst themselves —- I swear, the kids in this school could win medals for 'Most gossiping in school', I think. —- when I unintentionally catch a snippet of their conversation. My brain is on autopilot, but my ears are still listening, and I gasp as I spin around and cry, "Where did you hear that!?"

One of the boys just laughs and looks me over as he says, "I wouldn't be surprised if someone had to be paid to date you."

I flinch at his tone, and his friend laughs as he says, "Oh look, Rob, I think it's going to cry." He laughs again.

It? I think. That's low, no one's ever called me 'It' before, it seems they're getting more creative.

I don't know if it's Christian's confidence rubbing off on me, or if he's just awoken that side of me. But instead of getting upset and blushing like I know I would have done, I find myself narrowing my eyes at them as I say, "You know, people who bully other people are just hiding their own pain. Is there something you're needing to get off your chest Rob? Is it trouble at home, or are you just being a douche because no one's sucked off your dick today?"

Their eyes widen at my words, and my jaw drops too when I realize what I've just said. And then I'm quickly spinning around on my heel, and running away before the fire in their eyes gets hot enough to burn me. I hear them chasing after me, but I'm smaller and faster and easily get away.

I quickly slide around the corner and race down another hallway, and when I see an empty classroom, I quickly slip inside just in time for them to run pass me. My chest is heaving, and I wipe my face and lean my head back against the closed door.

God, what was that back there . . .? Do I have a death wish? I think as I rest and let my heart settle back into my chest.

I sigh again before peeking through the glass to make sure the coast is clear, and then I slowly twist the door open and step outside. I'm too focused on making sure the way they ran is clear, that I don't look the way they came. I'm suddenly grabbed from behind and my body is spun around until my back roughly hits the lockers. I gasp as the metal locks dig into my spine, and cringing, I glance up at my ambusher and feel my jaw drop.

Garrett, I think.

He smiles when he sees the fear flash in my eyes, and he leans down close to my face and trails a finger along my jawbone and whispers, "Are you being bad, Beau? Where was this fire when we were dating?"

"You-You didn't let me have one," I reply.

Garrett just smirks and continues to stroke my cheek, while I resist the desire to bite his finger off. Garrett sighs as he slowly drags his finger down my neck, and tugs at my shirt collar. "I love how fiesty you've become . . ." he mutters before leaning forward with the intentions to kiss me.

My eyes widen and I jerk my face to the side at the last moment, so instead of kissing my lips he kisses me close to my ear. He hear him exhale heavily in my ear and whisper, "Why do you have to be so difficult . . ."

I feel my blood began to boil at his words, and with more force than I originally intended, I shove him away as I yell, "I'm not being difficult. I just don't ever want to feel your slimy lips against mine!"

Garrett manages to catch himself before falling off his feet, and when he's steady on his toes, he throws me the most hateful look I've ever seen and real fear seizes me. I gasp and quickly scramble away, but he's quicker and roughly grabs the back of my shirt collar. He yanks me back on my feet, and I slam into the lockers and cringe at the pain. He pushes me further into them until I'm sure the metal locks are close to cutting open my skin, and eyes blazing, he leans in close to my face and hisses, "You better watch yourself, bitch. I can ruin your life in a second, so test me, I fucking dare you." And then he roughly shoves me away, and I cringe as the rough metal locks dig further into my spine. He throws me one last nasty look before walking away, and I'm left standing all alone as tears of anger pool in my eyes and spill over my cheeks.

I hate Garrett so much, he's caused me too much pain to continue messing with me without any consequences. I'll get you back, Garrett, you deserve to feel my pain, I think as I wipe away the last of my tears. I brush off my clothes and quickly run my hand through my hair as I walk back to the gymnasium, while I muse over ways to get back at Garrett for all his awful behavior.

Maybe Jordan will help me get even? I think.

When lunch time rolls around, I'm quick to make my way to the cafeteria. I scan the crowded lunchroom for my friends, and standing in line is JoAnna, Megan, and Peter. I force my way through the people in line, and ignore the dirty looks they throw me before slipping in behind my friends. I tap JoAnna's shoulder and mutter, "Hey, do you know where Jordan is, I have to talk to him."

JoAnna glances over her shoulder at me and says, "I haven't seen him since third hour, why do you ask?"

I bite my bottom lip and mumble, "Nothing, I just-I just wanted to ask him something . . ."

JoAnna just shrugs in response and proceeds to get her lunch. Peter and Megan glance at me, and Peter quietly asks, "Why do you need to talk to Jordan?"

I purse my lips and mumble, "Sorry, but it's between Jordan and I . . ."

Peter frowns and Megan whispers, "Since when do we keep secrets from each other, Beau?"

I purse my lips and mumble, "I'm sorry, I just can't tell you guys. So can you forget I even said anything, please?"

"Fine, but you better not do anything stupid," Megan hisses before spinning away on her heel and stalking towards our table.

I sigh as I watch her leave, before I glance at Peter and ask, "Are you mad at me now too?"

Peter shrugs and mutters, "Megan's right, Beau, we don't keep secrets . . ." And then he gets his lunch and walks to the table after Megan, I watch him leave with a frown.

It's not like I want to keep secrets from them, but I know if I were to tell them I planned on making Garrett's life hell and needed help to do it, they would convince me it's wrong. They would say I shouldn't stoop to Garrett's level, but they don't understand how absolutely horrible he would make me feel. He would embarrass me; he'd ridicule and abuse me; he would leave me believing something that happened was my fault when in actuality he was to blame. Garrett's a horrible person, and I want him to feel what he makes me feel.

So how can that be so wrong?

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A/N: Oh baby Beau, I see where you're coming from, but revenge would mean stooping to Garrett's level . . . *sigh*

What do you guys think Beau will do? Will he get back at Garrett, or change his mind at the last second? Hmm, I'll guess we'll just have to wait and see . . .

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