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A/N: thanks to Jim for editing! I had been to the principal’s office before. Just not at this school. It’s not like I’d always been completely innocent. I definitely wasn’t innocent this time. Dennis and his friends had walked past the bench I was sitting on, outside of the office, and I got to look at the damage. They were worse off than we were. We, meaning Shane, Adam and I. I was surprised the two of them joined the fight. Adam was a small guy but got out with a bloody nose; while Sha
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Attention: This chapter has been modified from the original version. (Hehe, I sound like a rented movie) It has been edited, and cleaned up in places. There may be additional scenes and some paragraphs may have been reworded to make actual sense. The original story line remains unaffected. If the chapters following this one look like a complete mess, that means we haven’t gotten to them yet. A/N Thanks to Jim for editing! It wasn’t my first day at a new school. I had actually been there fo
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I practically jumped out of bed Saturday morning. Something about an impending road trip woke me right up. I dressed quickly and pulled the bag I had packed two days ago out from under my bed and made my way into the living room where everyone else already seemed to be up and moving. Aiden had already been home, dressed and packed, and now he was back, helping Tony roll up some sleeping bags that we had left to air out the night before. Before I even reached the living room, Chris appeared in
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When I got home I found Tony already in the kitchen, working on dinner. "Hey." He called as I dragged my books towards my room, "How’d the studying go? Get everything finished?" "Yep, I still have some reading to do, but I can finish that any time." "Sounds good. Did Chris say when he’d be home tonight?" "He said early, whatever that means." "It means you and I are eating dinner alone tonight." Tony replied, "Unless you want to invite Aiden over." "He said he has some things to
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! I don’t know why I set my alarm for six. It wasn’t like I had to be in school. I decided to take a long shower, and afterwards I toweled off, looking at my reflection in the foggy mirror. I looked like a fucking raccoon with my two black eyes. And I seriously thought about getting a haircut. I really didn’t like the way it looked, and I sort of missed my short spiky look. The baggy clothes I’d been hiding behind were getting old, too, but I put them on anyway,
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A/N thanks to Jim for editing! I woke, groggy but oddly calm, even as I noticed the light from the cell phone, indicating I'd missed a call. I ran my hand over my face, glanced at the clock and frowned as I slowly sat up, stretched, and walked across my room to peek out the blinds and confirm it was still just as dark outside as it was in. I made no attempt to call Milo back; with my luck the timing would be awful for him, so I worked on getting dressed, my first attempt at pulling on jean
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A/N thanks to Jim for editing! I'd been in better moods. Definitely, around Milo, I'd been in much better moods. I was frustrated, not really sure I was even thinking clearly as I drove aimlessly through town, not looking at him. If I did then I'd see how sick he looked, and then I'd stop being mad at him long enough to feel sorry for him for something that could have been avoided altogether. If Milo needed to puke he'd just have to say something. I wasn't going to look at him. “This is
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A/N thanks to Jim for editing! thanks to Mary for the advice & to Linxe Turmoil for seeing things I didn't & helping me get un-stuck. I knocked at the apartment door for the third time, placed my ear against the surface for a moment, and then finally felt confident enough to slide my hand over the doorframe. My fingers touched a small silver key which I quickly used to unlock the door. I let it swing open and looked back at Milo’s shadow as he shifted from foot to foot, his cap low o
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I was out of my fucking mind. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” Caleb said. I nodded in agreement as I glanced over at him where he sat behind the steering wheel of his jeep. He’d gotten out of his promise to babysit, took Joe and Haily home and shortly after met me at my house. Now we both looked up at the Trust house from where we were parked on the curb, and I found myself wishing for clouds to develop in the clear sky as if they could cradle my surroundings, offer some sort of protect
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“Can we go to your house?” I jumped at the sound of Caleb’s voice, glanced over and felt somewhat startled when I realized he was speaking to me. It took me a few more moments to put together his words, realize what he was asking. “Yeah.” I looked blankly out the passenger window of his jeep, realizing that we’d been driving around for almost fifteen minutes. I guess I stopped understanding exactly what was happening around the time we walked out of the school. I didn’t understand why my f
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For a moment there was nothing but white light and begging my heart to stop rattling in my chest against the silence, the sickly twisting in my gut. But then there was Milo again, standing in front of his door, staring as if he didn’t know what to do about the sudden harsh knocking from the other side. “Tommy, downstairs!” his dad shouted through it. “Get him out of my house--and you downstairs!” I swallowed hard, not sure I’d ever been made to feel colder. I shoved that feeling down, tho
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I didn’t want to say goodbye to him. Against Milo’s better judgment, I talked him into letting me say goodbye to him. In his car. In our gravel driveway. He should have left five minutes ago. His tongue touched my bottom lip, slipped back into my mouth to find my tongue, and it was with extreme reluctance that I forced myself to pull away from him, frustrated because I was already hard again and didn’t own a looser pair of jeans. “You have to go home,” I insisted. “I don’t like it when you
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Worried for Milo, I grabbed his arm long enough to get him to follow me, because if he wanted to avoid Emily Hill then just standing there was a bad idea for three reasons. First was that my mom liked Emily Hill. Really, she did. While I’d done my best to be honest with Milo about every time the woman showed up at my house, I may have neglected to mention that she wasn’t just stopping by to talk about her wedding anymore. She was stopping by to visit my mom. Which brought me to the second reason
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Because it was tradition, and because we just plain enjoyed it, four days before Thanksgiving Chad and I went hunting for a turkey together. In a grocery store. My parents, who detested being anywhere near a store during any holiday rush had been sending us out with a list every year since Chad had learned to drive. Back when my brother lived with us he spent most Thanksgivings complaining that everything took too long to cook, especially the turkey, and he was most likely found in the kitche
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Milo’s everything flu turned out to be a even worse than it first appeared, and he was out for the rest of the week. I’d tried calling every night to tell him how our assignment was going, but I only managed to get him on the phone twice. The first time he couldn’t stop coughing long enough to have a conversation, only managed to tell me that he was contagious and not to come over before he hung up on me. I resisted the urge to call him back, even though there were several ways in which I wouldn
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Standing nearly two feet taller than my brother, his roommate, Greg Hugh, still looked good. It’s long since past the days that Greg could unnerve me with one little look, but with his short dark hair, narrow blue eyes, a charming smile and his tall, toned body, he was most definitely still worth looking at. I was actually a little disappointed to see him go as I waved him out of the two-bedroom apartment that he shared with my brother. Apparently, he was meeting his parents for lunch and didn’t
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Apparently when you’re out of high school, things like social cliques, who’s making who jealous, and worrying about why someone would want to make someone else jealous were things that you were supposed to stop caring about, according to my brother. Sunday morning after homecoming, I’d gone to an early lunch with my Chad after church, at the same greasy hamburger place I’d taken Milo to. I told my brother everything that had happened the night before, and when he wasn’t rolling his eyes at me
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“Why not?” I asked. “We’re playing your old school. I figured you’d want to be there.” “Well, you figured wrong,” Milo informed me while he closed his locker, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he turned to face me. It was Friday afternoon, and I’d ambushed him there. I’d been doing that a lot lately. Between every class I could, in fact. I’d been going to Milo’s locker instead of my own. He hadn’t exactly been crazy about it at first. In fact, the first few times he’d tried to preten
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If I was a pervert, then Milo Trust was a slut. An evasive slut who disappeared as soon as I went to retrieve a few damp washcloths. Oh, he was good. Out the door less than five minutes after I came all over his hand. My parents had been in the living room and hadn’t even heard him leave. I didn’t have his phone number, so I couldn’t call him and ask why he’d ditched me again. I was confused, especially after the encounter we’d shared. I could understand why he’d be embarrassed, and maybe why he
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I was getting dizzy. Every time I leaned forward, I’d feel Milo, his lips moving timidly beneath the onslaught of mine. His tongue was a pleasant thing. I kept searching it out, feeling him respond. My hands were busy, too. I discovered an interest in touching his neck. His skin was soft, warm. He shivered when I touched him there. I moved my fingers upwards, over his face. My thumb brushed his chin, lifting it so he could better meet my mouth. His hands went to my wrists, his fingers wrapped ar
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A/N: thanks to Jim for editing! I held the phone away from my ear, just enough to hawk up enough mucus to cough with, and then did so. "Sorry, Caleb, I can’t," I said into the receiver. "I think it’s that flu I came down with a few weeks ago. Who knows if it’s contagious." "Shit, dude," Caleb responded, sounding troubled. "You need me to bring you anything?" "Nah, I’m okay," I insisted. "I think I just need a nap or something" "Okay," Caleb replied, sounding uncertain, and I felt a
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AN: Thanks to Jim for editing! I wasn’t sure which was louder, the tapping of the rain as it assaulted Milo’s bedroom window, or Milo’s breathing, which was now coming in deep, long breaths. His nostrils, perfectly shaped to his straight nose were flaring wildly, and his usual appealing green eyes were bloodshot and troubled as he stood in front of me, unmoving, while I sat on his bed and regarded him calmly, even if calm was not at all what I was feeling. When I first came out to my famil
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A/N: Thanks to Jim for editing! I glanced at the glowing red numbers on my black alarm clock from where I lay stretched out on my already-made bed, fully dressed in my new jeans--dark blue, and not faded in any way. I didn’t care if it was in style. You’d never catch me buying a pair of jeans that looked like a car had run them over. I could make them look like that myself. And I was wearing a Dane’s House black t-shirt from the tattoo shop where Chad worked. My brother only did piercings th
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Thanks to Jim for editing! I must have been out of my mind. I never should have been at the Trust’s house, let alone in it. And Juanita must have recently waxed the hardwood floors because she was now standing halfway down the stairs with her hands at the hips of her two-piece black suit, shaking her bemused head at me, her long, dark hair shaking with it, as I attempted to get up before the door opened any further, but slipped and landed right back on my ass. I was caught. Terrified. Caug
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A/N: thanks to Jim for editing! Another A/N: special thanks to Mary, too. "Minor consumption, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest--assault! Those are only some of the charges I should be racking you and your friends up with right now! Nelson Larmont, what the hell were you thinking?" I held my head in my hands as I sat in a very uncomfortable blue, plastic chair, the kind they made us use in junior high. I felt like I couldn’t move at all. Everything was spinning. Everything hurt.
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