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Cameron POV

"So..this is the school?" Molina asked as my dad pulled up in front of the school.

"Yeah, this is it." I replied

This morning me and Molina had no choice but to make up because I had to stick with her today. I don't mind though, I don't want her to be mad at me anymore.

"Well it's um—you know what, I'm not gonna say anything. Let's go. Bye Mr.Smiths." She said as she got out the car.

"Alright sweetie, have a good day." He smiled at her.

"Bye daddy." I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Bye Cam. Have a good day alright?"

"Okay, I will. Love you."

"I love you too. Now go on before you're late." He chuckled.

I got out the car and was met with Molina rolling her eyes. I turned around and waved to my dad one last time before starting to walk to the entrance. I heard her jog to reach me.

"You know, you act really baby-ish." She laughed. Here she goes.

"Oh." I replied. Im really trying my best to ignore her today. If I don't pay her much mind, maybe I won't get "butt-hurt" as she says.

"Yeah. I mean like, the daddy. The kissing on the cheek. The I love you before leaving for like six hours, even though you're gonna see him soon. I just find that really funny." She shook her head.

"Cool."

I started to walk quickly to my locker. I got my books out.

"You have an attitude or something?" She chuckled while leaning against the locker next to mines.

"We should get to the main office so you can get your schedule." I ignored her question and began to walk towards the main office.

"Okay.." I heard her sigh behind me.

We got to the main office and we both were just standing there, making the staff look at us like we were crazy.

"So, are you gonna say anything?" She scoffed at me.

"I mean, it is your schedule..." I said trailing off. I don't want to be mean but I'm starting to become really infuriated with her.

"Oh, shit. Well someone has big balls today. Fix your attitude." She flipped her hair and walked up to the desk.

"Good Morning, my name is Molina Ana Kanian. I'm new to this school and I need my schedule." She smiled at the lady behind the desk.

"Oh yes, Molini h-"

"It's Molina."

"Oh, my apologies. Molina, hi and welcome to our school. Here's your schedule. Would you like someone to show you around the school?" She asked while handing Molina her schedule.

"No, I have someone to show me around already. Thank you anyways."

"Well, isn't that great! Okay go on now. Class starts in 15, don't be late!" She shooed us off. We left the office and went to Molina's locker which was written on her schedule. Surprisingly, it was about three lockers down from mine.

"Well, isn't that convenient!" She laughed at the irony.

"Yeah.." I giggled.

She put in her combination and opened up her empty locker. She put some books, textbooks, notebooks, and papers in there before closing it.

"So is this school as ghetto as it looks?" She laughed, making me uncomfortable.

"Um... What? That's very stereotypical of you." I whispered.

"Oh, shut up with the big words and your wanna be 'free spirit' attitude. You and I both know this school looks like a ghetto ass school," She rolled her eyes. "But at least I have a thing for black guys." She shrugged. She made me so uncomfortable, so I just ignored her.

Suddenly her eyes were fixated on something down the hall, and the way she was trying to make her presence more noticed and fix her posture and facial expression, I knew it had to be someone she was attracted to. I turned around and I saw the whole football team walking in a crowd—including Anthony. They were making noise and hollering down the hallway while Anthony just chuckled and shook his head. I may have been staring too long because Anthony locked eyes with me and his smile started to fade. I looked away, and looked at Molina who was constantly playing in her hair.

"Aye! Shawty, let me talk to you for a minute." One of the football players said. He was about 6'0, a light skin tone  and had a very sharp buzz cut. He came approaching me and Molina's way and I prayed to God that he was talking to Molina and not accidentally mistaking me for a female and talking to me. God must have answered my prayers because he walked right past me and stood in front of Molina who was twirling her hair.

"What's your name, beautiful?" He asked. Smooth.

"Molina." She blushed.

"Pretty name for a fine lady. I'm Trevor. You new?" He asked

"Yeah.. I started today."

"Aight, well I could show you around and all that. What year you in?" He asked.

"Junior year." She answered honestly.

"Oh, so you a youngin'. That's cool. Lemme get your number." He handed her his phone and Molina typed her number in. All I heard the rest of the team saying was either, "Brooooo!!!" Or "My nigga!" Or "Bro got the juice!!" And much, much more.

"I'll catch you when the bell rings, Kay?" He said. Molina nodded and flipped her hair.

"Okay." She said, making her voice more soft and high pitch.

"Alright." He smirked and began to walk away, not before looking at me who once again, was staring to hard.

"The fuck you looking at, faggot ass white boy." Her furrowed his brows. I quickly adverted my eyes somewhere else.

"I asked you a question, boy!" I felt a pressure against my chest and pain in my back indicating that I had been pushed against a locker.

"Yo chill bro, it's not even that serious." I heard some of his team mates shout.

"This gay ass nigga was eyeing me down like he want something, fuck you mean it's not that serious?!" He said.

"Alright nigga, but ignore him man." Someone said.

"I don't give a fuck." He put more pressure on my chest. I looked at Molina who's eyes were wide open, watching the scene unravel.

Soon, I felt an immense blow in my face and I hollered out in pain. He got a few more forceful punches in before they stopped suddenly. But the crazy thing is, there was still commotion going on. If not, ever crazier commotion.

I saw the Trevor guy being tossed around. But I couldn't see much for long because my eyes started to swell up. I felt tears roll down my cheeks from the amount of pain I was in.

"Cammy! Are you okay?" I heard Molina say, running her hand up and down my back. I shook my head and tried to stand up, but failed. I touched my face and felt a thick liquid dripping down, which was obviously blood. I wanted to go to the nurses office but everybody was too busy creating commotion over what ever as happening.

"Nurse—t-take me." I said to Molina. But my voice wasn't clear or loud enough I guess because she continued to watch what was going down.

From what I could see with my vision was someone banging Trevor's head against the floor. If I could get up and stop them, I would. But I couldn't.

"Alright bro, that's enough! He had enough! Calm down!" I heard someone shout.

"Anthony, get up nigga! You gonna go to jail son. Yo, somebody get him up! Y'all just standing here watching." Someone else yelled.

"You gonna kill him! Stop!!" I heard a female voice say. I heard one more loud slam and then the movement stopped.

"Somebody take Trevor to the nurse!!" I heard Molina say. She got up and ran to Trevor, where there was a group of students surrounding him.

"Anthony, you good? What got into you?" Someone asked, along with a whole bunch of people saying something similar.

"Get the fuck away from me." I heard Anthony say lowly. He sounded scary.

My head started to pound and I felt that familiar feeling in my chest. Like I predicted, I threw up all over myself. The burning pain in my throat, face, chest and back made me feel like I was going to faint.

I felt myself being lifted up off the floor and carried somewhere. I'm all covered in vomit, I feel bad for them.

"I-I stop."

The person ignored me and kept walking.

"Put m-me down." I coughed. I didn't want them to get vomit all over themselves.

"Shut up." I heard the voice say. It was Anthony. I immediately stopped with the commands. I'm guessing there were more than one nurses in this school because I was brought to one where it was empty.

"Oh my God! What happened here?!" I heard a lady with a Jamaican accent yell.

"He's hurt." Anthony said.

"No, really? I mean what happened, what happened to him. Poor thing. I'll go clean him up."

She took me to another room and began to help me clean up.

Anthony POV

I sat in the nurses chairs with my head in my hands.

You wanna know how I'm feeling?

Infuriated.

Angry.

Pissed.

Agitated.

Upset.

Murderous.

Annoyed.

Enraged.

And the list goes on.

In my presence? He had the audacity to touch Cameron in my presence? He though he'd get away with it, everything will be a happy LaLa land or some shit? Because if he does, he has got me fucked up. Oh boy, does he.

I could kill him.

I could shoot him in the head, stomach, heart, legs, back, mouth.

But I won't for now.

The nurse came out of the other room.

"Baby, you have vomit all over yourself. Go get cleaned up. And help that boy if he needs it too. I need to get him some new clothes." She said. I didn't even notice that I did. I was too distracted.

I got up and went into the room where she came out of, seeing Cameron sitting on that bed that doctors have trying to take off his shirt. Since my hands were gonna get dirty again, I just wiped myself off with a napkin then went to help Cameron.

"Move your hands." I said lowly, not in the mood to raise my voice.

Slowly he moved his hands away from his shirt. I lifted the shirt off his body while looking into his eyes. His eyes were swollen and slowly turning purple. His cheeks were red and a medium sized cut ran through it, probably from Trevor's ring.

"Lift yourself up." I grunted out. He lifted his ass off of the bed and I pushed down the waist band of his pants and left them resting just right underneath his hip. Although his face was already red, I could tell when Cameron was blushing and he was. I took off his shoes so he could have room to pull his pants down.

"I'll leave now. The nurse gonna come soon."

I left to go to the bathroom and wash my hands and arms.

I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes were red, my eyes were red and my expression was tense. I tried to fix my face but every time I think back on why I'm upset, I get upset all over again. I sighed and left the bathroom and sat in the chairs again. I saw the nurse about go back into the room with a set of clothes, a toothbrush and paste and a wash rag.

"That's your boyfriend?" She asked smiling.

"No." I cut my eyes at her. She turned her mouth up like she thought I was lying or something.

"Hm. Well, come help me get your friend cleaned up good." She said and walked into the room. I walked in behind her and saw that Cameron had taken his pants off. He turned his head towards the door and when he saw me he gasped and threw his dirty shirt over his legs.

"No, baby. We trying to get you clean not dirty." She snickered and took the shirt off of Cameron's lap with her gloved hands. Cameron shifted around uncomfortably.

I caught myself staring at Cameron's figure for too long. But it was hard not to. It was just weird. It was so woman like, besides his flat chest and bulge in his underwear. But his back had this deep arch ending with a significantly large ass which stood out even when he sat down. And he had curves and meat on his bones, but still managed to have a petite figure. I wouldn't be surprised if he had breast reduction surgery and a fake dick in his pants.

Right now isn't the right time to be worrying about all of that though. I still feeling like shooting up this fucking school or just really anyone who was there.

After the nurse had wiped Cameron down, he had gotten up to brush his teeth. And I would be a liar if I said I didn't look. But not for long, because I started to feel guilty and perverted.

After he was finished brushing his teeth, he put on the pair of the spare Gym Uniforms that the nurse has. A lot of them were found in the Lost And Found but apparently they wash them. It was blue basketball shorts and a black shirt, both with the school name on it.

"Okay I'm gonna bandage you up, then you're ready to go. You want me to call your parents to pick you up?"

"My daddy is working and my mom is in interviews..." He said quietly. But I guess the nurse has good ears because she replied. "Oh, that's too bad. They can't come pick you up at all? No aunt, uncle, or cousins?"

Cameron shook his head no again.

"Oh. So then, kid," she pointed at me "stay with him for the rest of the day please so he don't hurt himself again."

I shrugged. When Cameron was done being bandaged up, he thanked the nurse and we left to go to the library which was empty. The librarian doesn't care that much who come in. She just comes, gets her paycheck then goes.

We went to the back of the library and me and Cameron sat down on the small black couch back there. The whole time, Cameron held his head down.

"How you feeling?" I asked him.

"You can go to jail, Anthony." He replied.

"What?"

"You can go to jail for beating up the poor kid like that... That's not what I intended to happen." He said, not looking at me.

"Oh, yeah? And he can go to jail too for putting his hands on you!"

I heard a 'shh' coming from the librarian so I lowered my voice.

"What did you want me to do? Stand there and watch you get beat?" I whisper-yelled.

He sighed. "I just don't want you t-to go to jail Anthony that's not what I want." He said, starting to cry. I sighed and brought him close to me, wrapping my arms around his body.

"Shh. No ones going no where, okay? Come on, shh. I'm gonna be alright, okay? I'm not going no where." I tried to calm his sobs down, running up and down his back. I can't really promise that nothing's gonna happen to me but in order for Cameron to calm down, I gotta lie to the kid.

He wiped his eyes and his body shook as he pacified himself. He looked up at me, and he looked about ready to say something.

"I'm sorry for the other day.. Where you know. Yeah, t-that. I hope you're not still upset. Please don't be."

I tried to find out what he was talking about until it hit me.

Oh yeah.

"Why'd you bring it up? Forget about that, okay?" I said. He nodded his head. He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned his head on my side.1

"I hope you don't mind.." He whispered.

"Nah, you're good." I said, surprising my own self. I felt him not against me.

"Everything hurts." He said softly and tiredly.

"Shhh, just go to sleep."

He yawned and nodded his head again. His grip on my waist became tighter as he fell asleep on me.

I looked down on his bruised face and felt a rush of anger run through me. I clenched my hand then unclenched it, trying to restrain myself. I sighed and looked at his innocent figure cuddled up to me. I got a sudden urge to kiss him, so I settled with his forehead. I pressed my lips against his forehead for a good 3 seconds then pulled away. I moved to his temples and kissed him there too. I guess he felt me kiss him because he looked up at me, blushing.

We looked at each other for a while before I moved to his cheeks, being careful of the cut there. He sighed and relaxed his body, closing his eyes.

I kissed besides his lips, a few on his jaw. I was kissing everywhere but the place where I really wanted to kiss. So I decided:

Fuck It. I know I like it. I know that I like the feeling it gives me so why am I acting like I don't.

Without second guessing myself, I began to lean down to kiss Cameron's lips before I heard the library door open. I pried Cameron off me and sat on the opposite side of the sofa, trying my best not to look suspicious.

I heard footsteps begin to walk towards the back of the library.

The footsteps began to come closer before they stopped. I looked up and saw it was that girl Trevor was talking to earlier and Trevor himself. I automatically got up, and began charging for Trevor who just stood there with a smirk on his face. But before I could touch him, Cameron stopped me.

"Anthony, STOP!" He said, and he was straining his voice. I could tell. So I calmed myself down before I did anything crazy.

I saw the girl glance at me then Cameron.

"Cameron, the police officers need you and your...... friend to come. I hope you know how much trouble you're in." She looked at me. She's fucking annoying. I heard Cameron mumble an, "oh my god." rushing out of the library. I followed behind him. I pray to God that I don't go to jail today.

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