I didn't sleep very well that night. I was very restless. I knew it was because I was so excited to being able to go see Jon this weekend and I couldn't wait for Friday to arrive. But today was Thursday and that meant a whole other day to pass by before I could be with my love. For the most part, I'm a very patient person, but not today. I wanted this day to be over in the worst way. If I could have, I probably would have slept through the whole day.

Getting up, I went about getting ready for school. My routine was the same as every other day, except that I now had my new backpack and I didn't have to lug that ugly gym bag around with me anymore. I had tossed that thing out last night. It gave me nothing but bad memories.

Looking almost like a zombie, I slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe some breakfast would wake me up. My mother noticed the state I was in and had a little chuckle at my expense.

"Morning mom." I said, almost falling into my chair at the table where my mother had already laid out a nice breakfast.

"Well good morning there sleepy head. Rough night?" She asked me.

"Yeah, didn't sleep to well." I told her.

"Well thats understandable, you're going to your boyfriend's house for the first time tomorrow and having your first sleep over with him. I was exactly the same way when I first got together with your father."

I gave her a slight smile and began to tackle my breakfast. I may have been half-dead as far as the world was concerned, but my appetite was as strong as ever. By the time I started on my second helping, I had woken up sufficiently enough to look more like a normal fourteen year old boy.

A short time later I had finished my breakfast, brushed my teeth and walked out the door on my way to school. I wanted to walk to school with Jon, but I didn't know when he left for school as he left a little farther away from it than I did. So I ended up walking the way I normally did.

The day progressed extremely slowly. First period was Math. I always did well in this class and didn't really have to work too hard to get the assignments done. This was one class that I never had homework from as I always manage to complete it in the classroom before the period was finished.

By the start of the second period, I was feeling a little bit better about the day. And that was mainly due to the fact that for the next three periods, I would be with Jon. We both had a double period of English followed by lunch. I couldn't wait to see Jon. Even though we had talked the night before, it still felt like I hadn't had a chance to talk to him for ages.

I was one of the first people to get into the classroom. Taking my normal seat, I got all my books and stuff ready for the class. This was going to be an easy one as the class was to separate into the pairs assigned to us earlier in the week and work on out project.

Only a few minutes after I had arrived, I saw Jon walking into the classroom, his ever-present smile on his face as he spotted me and walked to his desk. As he walked behind me I could feel him as he raised his hand and brushed it across my back. This sent shivers down my spine and I must have set a world record for the number of goose-bumps that appeared on my body. Not to be undone, my cock had also risen to its full rigidity. I groaned lightly from the contact and did my best to cover up my particular situation. Thankfully, there weren't too many people in the room at the time.

My face must have been a little flushed because Jon began to laugh quietly when he sat down and looked at me. All I could do was look back at him with a look that said "Just you wait!"

Pretty soon the class filled up and the teacher arrived and instructed the class to pair off with our assigned partners. Since Jon and I already sat beside each other, all we had to do was to put our desks closer to each other. The rest of the period went by fairly quickly. I don't really know how much work we got done, if any, as I still couldn't keep my mind off of Jon. I did have enough sense to at least appear as if I was working when the teacher came near us.

The bell finally rang signaling the end of the period and Jon and I started to pack up our books and papers. Aside from the occasional comment about our project we hadn't said much to each other. It was a good thing too as with so many people in the room I don't think I would have been able to say anything that wouldn't have given away how I felt about him.

Thankfully, Jon and I were able to find a quiet spot to be by ourselves. This wasn't too hard as most of the students in our school normally go home for lunch, and those that stay have to eat in the cafeteria. The spot we chose was right by a slow moving creek that ran beside the school.

"Jay, I don't know about you but waiting for tomorrow is killing me." Jon started.

"I know Jon. This day is going so slowly I wish it would hurry up and be over. When I got up this morning I didn't really feel like getting out of bed. I just wanted to fall back asleep and sleep for the rest of the day until tomorrow."

"I love you Jay." Jon said as he put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him and resting his head on my shoulder.

"I love you too Jon." I answered.

I put my arms around him and slowly began to rub his back. This moment between us was so perfect and I wanted it to last forever. Both of us knew it wouldn't last as there was still one period left to go to so we continued to sit there staring at nothing in particular until we heard the school's bell ring signaling the end of out lunch period. We never did have our lunch. I don't think either of us was really hungry anyways. The love we shared with each other was enough for the both of us.

Letting each other go and making our way back to the school, we both made walked in silence. Neither of us had anything else to say. The fact that we were so close to the back doors of the school, where several students were gathering, also made us be extra careful not to arouse any suspicions.

As we once again didn't have class together this next period, we briefly looked at each other and smiled before heading off towards our next class. I first went to my locker to get my books for the class. I was not looking forward to this one.

Thursday's was always the worst day for me at school because I absolutely hated taking French. I was never any good at it, merely scraping by hoping to at least get a passing grade. I didn't care if I got a "D", so long as I didn't pass. It was required of all students to have one French credit before graduating. I chose to take it in grade nine to get it over with.

Like always, the class moved extra slow. Even if I wasn't anxious to be with Jon on Friday, the one hour I had to withstand French class seemed more like an entire afternoon. I kept looking back at the clock and I swear the hands barely even moved.

At three-twenty in the afternoon the final bell of the day sounded and I jumped up out of my seat, grabbed my books and rushed out the door. I didn't have any homework to do today because I had already finished my Math homework and the the other two teachers didn't assign any. Well, that's not entirely true. I still have the English project with Jon to do, but thankfully that's one bit of homework that I have to do with Jon.

I made my way through the hallways, navigating around the rush of students hurrying to get out of school, and reached my locker. I opened it up, stuffed my books into it, locked it back up and headed for the back door of the school. Thursday at school was done and I left the school with a sense of relief.

Now that school was finished for the day, my mood had really begun to pick up. Except for that brief period with Jon earlier, I just wished I could have gotten the hell out of there. I was very happy and thinking about all the good things that Jon and I will be able to do with each other when I stay with him for the weekend. I must have been really out of it because I didn't even notice that I had begun to fall to the ground until I landed on my side, my right arm pinned painfully underneath me in a position that was not very comfortable.

That's when I heard him. Paul, the one person who could spoil the mood I was in, did just that. "There you are you little shit!" Paul spat at me as he stood over my body. Every feature in his face displayed the level of hatred and anger he had sunk to. I was downright scared. Even though I had had my problems with Paul in the past, never once did I ever see him with the expression he now wore on his face.

I tried to scramble to get up to run from him. I was the faster runner between us and if I could just get up, I knew I would have a shot at getting away from him without getting hurt. This time I wasn't fast enough as he painfully kicked my arm out from underneath me, causing me to collapse back to the ground.

"I didn't tell you to get up asshole!" Paul yelled at me.

By this time I was close to tears with fear. No one else was around, so there wasn't anyone who could help me. I knew I was going to get hurt this day.

"Get me in trouble will you? Thanks to you I got suspended for the rest of the week. I'm going to teach you to never get me in trouble ever again!"

With that he reached down and grabbed me by my shoulders, pulled me off the ground and twisted my already sore arm painfully behind my back, twisting it up and causing me to cry out in pain. I didn't do anything to resist him. I could only hope that whatever he had planned for me would be over quickly so I could go home. He made me walk like that, my arm behind my back, him pulling it so high I had to bend forward slightly to try and ease some of the pressure he was exerting on it. It didn't help much, as he adjusted his grasp no matter what I did to try and stop the pain.

As we were walking I noticed he was leading me to the small forest with densely packed trees and tall bushes on the other side of the creek, the same creek that Jon and I had sat beside earlier that day.

"Don't get any ideas about trying to run away from me Jason. If you do, I promise you the next time, I'm going to do a lot worse than whats going to happen now."

We stopped in a small clearing, large bushes all around us. Where we stood there was a couple large boulders, one of them fairly flat on the top. Suddenly I felt the hold Paul had on my arm was gone and it fell to my side. I started to rub it, trying to get the soreness out.

"Now Jason, we're going to have a little fun." Paul said with a very dangerous smile on his face. "You will do everything I tell you to do, and if you don't I am going to break that arm you are holding. If you keep fighting me, I'll break the other one, then I'll just continue doing whatever I want to do."

If there was ever a time I wish I could have fainted, it would have been now. But instead, I was virtually paralyzed with fear. "Wh...What are you going to do to me?" I said, the fear evident in my voice.

"Oh, its not what I'm going to do to you, its what you are going to do to yourself." He replied. "First thing you are going to do is strip off you pants, and be quick about it!"

I knew he meant what he said before and I wasted no time taking my pants off, leaving me standing there in nothing but my shirt and underwear. I tried to put my hands in front of me to hide the outline of my cock but he would not have any of that and ordered me to keep my hands to my sides until he told me otherwise.

"Looks like you might just be able to keep both of your arms from getting broken. But slip once, and I'll show you how serious I am!" He spat viciously. "Now take of your underwear. Come on, lets see how much of a man you are under there."

I hesitated only for a split second and as he started towards me, I quickly took them off, not caring where they ended up.

"Very good Jason. You're really good at this. Might as well continue since you seem to be enjoying this so much."

I was beginning to feel real sick to my stomach.

"Stand real still now, I'm going to do a science experiment." He said as he approached.

Standing as still as I could I could only watch in horror as he touched my cock, my balls and the cheeks of my ass, and then as he finished with my ass, he closed his fist and drove it into my balls. It wasn't a hard punch, but exposed as they were it felt like he had hit me with a hammer. I couldn't help but fall to my knees in agony, groaning loudly as I held onto them wishing for the pain to stop while the sudden feeling of nausea almost overwhelmed me.

"I didn't tell you to get on your knees! Get up. I didn't hit you that hard you damn pussy!" He yelled at me. "Looks like you're not much of a man after all. Can't even take a little pain. Well, then we'll just have to try something else then."

Thankfully his ranting gave me enough time to get back up onto my feet. The pain was still there, and the feeling of nausea had diminished only slightly, but I was able to stand back up.

"I'm thinking we'll try something that would appeal to you a lot more. I couldn't help but notice earlier today that you were so chummy with your new friend, Jon. Could it be that you are a little sissy fagot and that Jon is your boyfriend? I think you are. If that is the case, I bet you love feeling his dick shove its way into your ass. I want to see how much you really enjoy it. Bend over that rock over there!" He ordered me, pointing to the flat rock I saw earlier.

Reluctantly I walked to the rock and leaned forward, my stomach resting on the warm flat rock beneath me. It took me a while to get to it because I was still in a lot of pain from the shot to my balls.

"Yes, you have the perfect fagot ass for your boyfriend. But you're not going to feel his dick in you today. Nope. Today I'm going to see how much of your hand you can fit up there."

My eyes went wide with fear. Jon and I hadn't even had the chance to even masturbate together much less have sex with each other. Nothing ever had gone inside my hole. Up to this point, its was only useful as an exit.

"Yeah take your hand and reach behind you and stick a finger up your ass!" Paul ordered me.

I fearfully complied and started with my index finger. I had played with my hole with my fingers before when I was in the shower. But never have I tried to put them inside it. Slowly I put pressure with my hand to try to get my finger up my hole. The pain was incredible and the tears that I had, up to this point, tried so hard to fight back flowed freely. As I stood there crying I felt my finger slip inside me to the first knuckle. My ass felt like it was on fire, a powerful burning sensation causing me to gasp in pain.

"Come on! Put it in further. Don't be a fagot-assed pussy you little shit!" He screamed at me.

With shear force I pushed the rest of my finger into my hole, the burning sensation turning into a sharp tearing sensation as I felt it slip all the way inside me. Never before had I experienced such pain. I lay there crying with my finger, which I dared not move, in my hole.

"Alright! Looks like you're really enjoying this! I bet you like the taste of it too! Go on, take your finger out and stick it in your mouth. Do it!" Paul said excitedly as he began to dance around with glee.

My nausea was returning as I thought about sticking my finger that I had in my ass into my mouth. I didn't know if I could do that, the very thought making me feel real ill. But I was more scared of what he would do to me if I didn't do it so I slowly began to take my finger out. It felt almost as bad coming out as it did going in, and the sudden withdrawal of my finger almost caused me to loose control of my bowels. Clenching my ass repeatedly I was able to stop the sensation of having to take a crap. I brought my finger up to my face, slight traces of shit on it, especially on the end.

Closing my eyes and opening my mouth I slowly put my finger into my mouth. I was hoping I could get away with just closing my lips on my finger and not touching it with my tongue. But Paul seemed to have that covered as well.

"Clean your finger off good fagot. I don't want to see a single trace of shit on it!" He was smiling wickedly at this point.

Preparing for the worst, I held my breath and began to lick my own shit off my finger. I thought I would make it until my finger was clean but I lost it and began to throw up all over the ground.

"Can't even handle the shit you produce. You are pathetic you know that?" Paul screamed at me.

It was at that time that I heard the rustling of branches moving, the unmistakable sound of someone else moving around in the bushes not too far from where we were.

"You get your clothes back on and if you tell anyone what happened here I will to far worse than break your arms, I'll kill you and make sure your fagot boyfriend will find your body. Don't you dare think that I'm kidding Jason. You talk and you're dead." With that he turned and ran in the opposite direction from where the sounds were coming from.

I wasted no time in putting my underwear and pants back on, and not caring which direction I went, ran as fast as I could out of the bushes crying the whole way home.

I must have passed at least a dozen people as I ran home. No one said a word to me, no one paid me any attention at all. Finally reaching my home I try repeatedly to open the door before realizing its locked. Both my mother and my father are working today, I'm all alone.

Not even bothering to take off my shoes I ran up the stairs and head for the bathroom. I needed to get the fifth off of me. Making sure I had the water temperature to a comfortable setting I began stripping off all my clothes. Once I had gotten into the shower I grabbed the bar of soap and began to literally scrub my body down. I felt so dirty that no matter how much I scrubbed, I never seemed to be able to get cleaned up. Finally my arms got too tired for me to scrub any more and I sank to the shower floor, put my head between my knees and began crying hysterically.

I couldn't tell you how long I stayed in the shower but I had finally gotten myself under control by the time the water had started to turn cold. I shut off the water, got out and began to dry myself off. By this time I had withdrawn from everything around me, my body seeming to navigate its own way back to my room and onto my bed. I never even tried to put anything on, I just ended up laying down and going to sleep.

I couldn't tell you how long I stayed in the shower but I had finally gotten myself under control by the time the water had started to turn cold. I shut off the water, got out and began to dry myself off. By this time I had withdrawn from everything around me, my body seeming to navigate its own way back to my room and onto my bed. I never even tried to put anything on, I just ended up laying down and going to sleep.

I could hear Paul calling my name, almost tauntingly. I tried to run but he just kept on getting closer and louder until he finally caught up with me and started shaking my shoulders.

I screamed as I sat up and tried to looked around, but my eyes were having difficulty focusing properly. When they did, I realized I was in my room, in my bed, and my mother was sitting on he edge of my bed her hands on my shoulders.

"Honey, are you alright? You don't look so great." My mother said to me. I didn't even know what time it was. Looking over I saw that it was past seven in the evening.

"I'm not feeling so good mom. I just want to sleep." I told her. There was no way I could tell her what Paul had done to me. I didn't even want to think about what she would think of me then. I still felt real dirty and the urge to get back into the shower was almost overpowering. If it wasn't for the fact that I was so tired, I probably would have.

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Alright Jason. But I'm going to check in on you from time to time."

With that she left and partially closed my door. I turned over to my side and finally let out the tears that I had been holding back from my mother. I couldn't face her concern if she saw that. After a time, I cried myself back to sleep. While I didn't sleep well at all, thankfully, I didn't have a repeat of my nightmare from before.

* * *

Jon was just completing his homework in the den when he realized that it was almost time for his supper. His mother rarely had to call him as the smell of his mother's cooking was generally more than enough to entice him to the kitchen table. Jon was a little worried though. When he had come home, he waited for a half hour and then called Jason. No one answered the phone though. He knew Jason must have arrived by now but he had tried again an hour later and there was still no answer.

Jon was not usually one to fret about not being able to talk to a friend, but with Jason, it was different. He had to talk to him, to be with him. He had never felt this strongly about anyone before he met Jason. And now he was worried.

Jon's mother knew something was up but there wasn't anything she could do about it other than try to keep her son's mind off of things. Best way to do that was to make sure her son did his homework before supper. It took a lot of convincing and finally threatening to not let Jason come over on Friday to get him to actually do his homework.

By six-thirty Jon had completed all his homework and he still hadn't heard from Jason. He ran up the stairs to try to call Jason one more time. His mother said he could, but that supper would be ready in a couple minutes and to not take long on the phone. He agreed and punched in the numbers to Jason's house.

"Hello?" a voice answered, Jason's mother Jon realized.

"Hi, this is Jon, is Jason there?"

"I'm sorry Jon, when he came home today he apparently went right to bed. He hasn't even come down for supper. I was about to check up on him to make sure everything was alright with him. He never misses supper." Jason's mother said.

"OK, when he gets up can you have him call me?" Jon asked, his concern for Jason not diminishing in the least.

"I will Jon. Thanks for calling. Jason is really lucky to have you for a boyfriend." She replied.

Jon blushed. "Um, thanks. OK, I have to go eat supper now. Bye!"

"Good bye Jon." She said, a hint of laughter escaping her lips before the line went dead.

Jon was still a little red from the comment Jason's mother gave to him as he hung up the phone and sat down at his place at the kitchen table where his mother had already laid out his supper.

"So what's going on? All I heard was that you wanted Jason to call you when he got up. Is he feeling OK?" Jon's mother asked him.

"I don't know mom. That was his mom on the phone and she said that he was in bed and had apparently gone to bed as soon as he got home. He hadn't even gone down to eat his supper. She said she was going to check up on him." I replied to her.

"Oh dear. I hope he's not coming down with something. I know how the two of you were looking forward to spending the weekend together. I was looking forward to seeing Jason myself. I want to see the boy who has stolen my son's heart."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Mom! I love him. He didn't steal it, I gave it freely."

"I know honey! I just couldn't resist." She answered. Then broke down laughing.

After a while a smile appeared on Jon's face, and suddenly he found he couldn't hold it back any farther and began to laugh along with his mother. Several minutes later, and after they had wiped the few tears of laughter from their faces, they finished eating and Jon helped his mother put clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher.

At seven-thirty, the phone rang. Jon raced up the stairs from the den and almost made it to the phone before his mother answered it first.

"Hello?" She answered into the phone.

"This is Karen, Jason's mother, you must be Jon's mother."

"Oh hi! I don't think we were introduced, my name is Sarah Fisher. How are you this evening?" Jon's mother inquired.

"Well I'm doing fine but its Jason I'm worried about. When he came home today he apparently went right to bed where he's been all evening. When I came home from work thats where I found him. He looked really tired so I let him sleep. I just finished checking up on him and he had a nightmare and was as white as a ghost. Something really scared him. He rarely ever has nightmares. He told me he was just really tired and I didn't want to push any further. I left the room and closed the door a bit but I was there just long enough to hear him start crying. I'm hoping he will feel better tomorrow. I know how the boys were looking forward to him going over for the weekend."

"I'm really sorry to hear that. I hope he feels better tomorrow too. I'll let Jon know. Thank you for calling." Jon's mother said.

"Oh don't mention it. In a way this affects both of us as it is our sons who are in love. We should get together sometime. I would like to get to know you better."

"That sounds like a perfect idea. I'll look forward to it. For now, you take care of that son of yours and then we'll see about going to lunch sometime soon." Jon's mother said, a smile finally appearing on her face.

"OK then. Bye for now."

"Bye." And with that, Sarah hung up the phone. Then she turned to look at her son, the look of concern on his face very noticeable.

"What's going on with Jason, mom?" Jon asked. He looked like he was about to start to cry with the strain.

"I'm sorry Jon, Jason isn't feeling very well. Something has upset him today and he won't do anything now but sleep. He hasn't even eaten all evening. His mother is worried that something happened to him today, but he won't or can't say what it is." Sarah said, holding onto Jon's hand.

With that Jon began to loose control and let the tears come to the surface. He started sobbing and Sarah pulled her son into a hug. He just stood there, pressing up against her chest as he cried.

They stood like that for a good thirty minutes before Jon finally stopped crying. "I want to see him." Jon said finally.

"I know dear. You love him so much and you can't stand to see him not feeling well. But right now I think you need to let Jason rest. Whatever is bothering him, he's obviously having trouble dealing with it and he'll need all the rest he can get. Hopefully tomorrow he'll be better and you can see him." Sarah replied as gently as she could.

Jon didn't like not being able to see Jason, but he knew that his mother was right. He decided to spend some time on his computer before heading off to bed. The time did not pass very quickly for Jon and it seemed like he was on the computer forever by the time his mother called down to him and told him it was time for bed.

Even though he was on the computer for a long time, by the time he turned off his computer and head up the stairs to get ready for bed he still couldn't help but worry about what was wrong with Jason. He finally climbed into the bed and he just lay there. Sleep did not come easily for Jon, but come it did and his eye lids slowly fell.

* * *

I awoke early the next morning. For a second, I didn't remember where I was. I looked around as my eyes began to focus properly and found myself in my room. The door was slightly open and I could hear the sounds of someone in the kitchen making breakfast. My stomach began to complain loudly as I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything before going to sleep. Soon I began to wake up fully and then it hit me, the reason I went to sleep and the reason why I was so sore. It hit me so hard I forgot all about my stomach and fell back onto my bed and began to cry.

My stomach began to twist into knots and the sudden urge to throw up overcame me. I ran as quickly as I could to the bathroom and emptied the contents of my stomach, what little there was that is. As always is the case after throwing up my throat was very raw and I had to clear it several times before the tickle began to go away. I didn't want my mother to know that I had thrown up so I quickly brushed my teeth and used some of my father's mouth wash to try to get rid of the after-taste.

I went back to my room and grabbed some clothes out of my dresser. I went through all the mechanical motions of getting dressed putting on my underwear, socks, shirt and pants. I didn't even bother trying to make sure that what I picked out to wear looked good, I didn't care. All that mattered to me was that as little of my body was showing as possible. Even though it was fairly warm outside, I wore a long sleeve baggy sweater, and baggy jeans.

Somewhat satisfied with my appearance, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. My mother was there as I knew she was and she was making up a batch of pancakes, the smell of which almost made my stomach turn into knots again. I didn't know how I was going to eat anything for breakfast, but I knew I had to try otherwise my mother would guess that something really was wrong. I couldn't let her know, I dare not tell her that yesterday her only son was raped by Paul. It would kill her.

I must have stood in the entryway to the kitchen for a couple minutes before my mother noticed that I was there. Once she did though, her reaction was immediate. She dropped everything and ran to me, pulling me into a hug.

"Jason, I'm so glad you are up. I was really worried about you. You slept almost all day and night and only woke up twice to nightmares. Something is bothering you, I can tell. Please, baby, tell me what it is." My mother said franticly.

"It's nothing mom, I just want to forget it." I tried.

"Nothing my ass, young man!" She yelled. She never swore like that. Ever. "We're going to sit down and talk about why I had to come to your room twice last night after hearing you screaming in your sleep. You're going to tell me why before you fell asleep you were crying like you did when you were just a baby. You've scared me Jason, and I need to know what is wrong so I can make it all better."

I just sat there, my head bowed down. I didn't want to tell her, but I knew I had to say something. I never was good at lying to my parents and I knew I had to say something they would believe.

"Mom, I just got fed up with all the crap I've been taking from Paul lately. He doesn't stop. He just keeps on after me. He saw me and Jon together yesterday and confronted me. He told me he would tell everyone that I'm a fagot. If he does that, mom, the whole school will know and I'll never be able to go there anymore." I told her. There, I had done it. I told her the truth, but not the whole truth. I couldn't do that.

My mother just sat there for a while before finally speaking. "Jason, I know that Paul was suspended because of his actions towards you. I know he can't get into the school until next week. I know this because the principal had called your father and I about it. I am going to talk to the principal today and I'm going to make sure that he has a nice long chat with Paul about his harassment of you."

"Mom, thats just it. Every time he gets into trouble he blames it on me and takes it out on me." I almost cried.

"Jason, don't you worry about that. With what your father and I are going to do, I don't think you will have to worry about Paul picking on you like that again." My mother said soothingly.

I wasn't convinced at all that she would be able to get Paul to leave me alone. He had already done the worst he could have done to me, if he tried that again, I knew I would rather die than to go through that again.

"Now, if you are feeling better, as I think you are, you need to get ready for school. And by the way, don't you think it is a little warm out to be wearing that heavy stuff?" She asked me.

"I'm fine mom." And with that, I got up and since I left all my books at school because I didn't have any homework the day before, all I needed to do was to brush my teeth, and put my shoes on, which is precisely what I did.

Before I left, my mother gave me one final hug and a kiss on my cheek. "You have a good day today honey. If you get your homework done you'll be able to go to Jon's house tonight. I know you are really anxious to be with him."

I smiled at her when she said this and headed off to school.

I must have looked like a frightened little kid. As I made my way to school I checked around all the bushes and cars just in case Paul was hiding in wait for me. But I never saw him. In a way I wish I did see him, at least then I would know where he was. He never did show his face though and I began to breathe a little easier. Finally reaching the school, I enter it and head for my locker. And there, standing in front of my locker was Jon.

He looked up and saw me. Then he ran right to me and grabbed me and gave me a very big hug. In fact, he was squeezing so hard I was having a little difficulty breathing. "Jon. Too tight!" I gasped.

"Sorry babe!" Jon whispered and he let me go. "What happened to you man? I tried calling you a few times last night but you weren't awake. Your mother said you had been sleeping since you got home. Are you alright?" The concern on his face was very apparent, but I didn't think I could tell him. Not here, not now. I wanted to, but I didn't know how he would think of me. I felt that if I told him, he would see me as something dirty, that he never would want to touch again. My eyes began to tear up as I thought about that.

"I can't...I can't Jon." I was on the verge of crying in the middle of the school hallway and classes were about to start.

Jon pulled me off to the washroom which was just down the hall from my locker and led me inside. "Jason. I know something happened to you. You were so happy at school yesterday. OK, you were bored to death like me, but you weren't like this before. I need to know. I love you Jay and I want to help."

"You can't help me Jon. No one can. Please leave it. I have to get through this day and I can't do that if I have to remember yesterday." I pleaded with him.

He just held me there for a few minutes staring into my face. I tried to hide the hurt and the shame I was feeling, but I think he saw it. "Alright Jay. I will leave it for now. But I am not going to let it go. I care about you and right now I can see you are hurting big time. I am going to do whatever it takes to help you out Jay. Please let me."

I wiped some of the tears that had built up under my eyes. "I know you are Jon. I just don't know what you can do. I don't think there's much of anything anyone can do."

"Don't be too sure of that Jay. So long as you have people who love you and care about you, there is always something that can be done. Just don't give up man. Promise me that." Jon pleaded with me.

"I'll try Jon." I said to him. I didn't know what else to say. Just so long as I didn't have to tell him what happened to me.

"Man, we better get going. We're already late for classes Jay." Jon said after he looked at his watch.

We both hurried out of the washroom and got out our books from our lockers and headed to our first class, which we had together. We were both late and the teacher looked at us and told us to stick around after the class was finished. Thankfully, it was a class that we both did very well in, so we were able to catch up to what the teacher was teaching.

Once the class was finished, both Jon and I stayed in our seats as the rest of the class filed out of the room. The teacher called us up to her desk and we both left our seats and walked up to the front of the classroom.

"OK, boys. Whats the story behind you being so late to this class?" she asked us.

"Ms. Carpenter, the only reason we were late was because I had to talk to Jason about something." Jon said to the teacher.

"That's all? I am not used to my students coming in whenever they feel like it. You want to have a conversation with your friends, do it on your time. If you two weren't doing so well in this class I would be making you stay for detention. Instead, I'm going to get the both of you to read the next chapter for homework, and be ready to answer a short quiz on it on Monday. You can go now." She said.

With that, both Jon and I left the room, Jon was shaking his head in disbelief while I didn't really care much at all what she had said. We both had classes together for most of the day, all except the last one. Thankfully we weren't late for any other classes and the day seemed to go fairly quickly.

Once the final bell rung, Jon and I met up at my locker again. I was happy that the end of the week was over and that I would finally get two days to just be with Jon. Before I was looking forward to it just because I loved him and wanted to be near him, but now I was going because I had to be with him. My only concern was what Jon's reaction would be towards me when he found out what happened the day before.