By the end of first hour the entire senior and junior population knew of Tyler and I's 'relationship', and I was about to have a break down.

By third hour I had people asking me boxers or briefs like it was any of their business. And by lunch I was informed 'how cute I was' and was getting hit on by the hot guys that never gave me a second glance before...and probably weren't even remotely into guys. They just wanted a chance to say they hit on Tyler Kimbal's newest toy. God I should have stayed in bed this morning.

After turning away the latest, and hottest, guy I felt two arms encircle my waist "Hey babe, who was that?" Tyler whispered in my ear, sounding amused. "You wouldn't be cheating on me now would you?" He laughed out loud…asshole.

I chuckled "Oh yeah, you know it. I get a kick out of cheating fake relationships, haven't you heard?" He chuckled against my neck, sending pleasant trembles down my spine. I snorted in laughter and turned to my locker, grabbing my advanced calculus book and slamming it shut. "Are we going to lunch?"

He smirked "Yup, outside. Come on sweets." He pulled my waist and out we were with one of his hands on my hip. It made me feel bad, but I almost wanted to shake it off...I was seriously afraid I was going to catch something from him. It was irrational I know. But seriously, this guy's been with like everyone, including a few teachers.

"Are we even allowed outside during lunch?" I ask to break the growing awkward silence between us, not because I'm actually concerned. He merely chuckles out a yes...which kind of defeated the purpose of starting conversation in the first place.

When we get outside to the table from this morning, we're the last one's to arrive…and once again they stare at me like I'm a piece of meat. Which I mean technically I am…but…wait. That's morbid I'm going to stop.

Tina smiled from her place on Jack's lap, a sick twisted smile that made her too-red lips appear even more demonic. "So, Alex Jacobs huh?" She all but spit at me, twirling her fake blonde hair on her long red manicured finger nailed…finger. Damn…how tragically unoriginal can you get?

Tyler tightened his grip on me from behind.

"How old are you?" She asked in a nasal voice.

"Sixteen, almost seventeen." Tyler answered before I even opened my mouth, asshole…again.

Her eyes turned to him, far less venomous, and then turned back to me. "How long have you been 'dating'?" Her voice put dating in quotations...if that's possible.

I opened my mouth to speak "Two weeks." Tyler cut through again...jerk-butt.

She made a noise of disbelief, "How long have you been fucking?"

"We haven't" I'm glad he answered because all I could make out were gasps of my own disbelief.

Kristen, who had watched with interest decided to be my savior. "Tina, leave them alone, you don't have to be a bitch because you've fucked him and he still didn't want you." She said through her nose grinning playfully at me and sending me a wink.

"Excuse me!" Tina screeched, causing Jack to cringe.

Kristen turned to her, her face cat-like again, "You heard me; you don't have to be a bitch just because he doesn't want you. He's fucked all of us here but you don't see us bitching do you?"

Brad snorted at the jibe and sent me the typical 'gay-guy' sneer at me as if he knew something that he knew I didn't. He flipped his strawberry blond hair at me, hair that matched Kristen's to the tee. In fact…I think I heard they were cousin's somewhere now that I think about it.

"For the record I haven't fucked him." Chris spouted after untangling himself from who I now see is Christine Reeves...aw, Chris and Christine! But moving on...

"I have, but I satisfied him. Unlike some bitchy people at the table." Christine added, looking directly at Tina. "But don't worry Alex; I'm not after you're boyfriend." She smiles sweetly at me. "You're two much cuter together than me and him could ever be." She sent a pointed look at Brad. "Now, where were we?" She asked Chris pointedly, turning him her way and they were sucking face again.

Tina sent her a rather unattractive hand gesture and turned to kiss Jack...who hadn't denied fucking Tyler. And it bothered me...note to self...analyze emotions and implications deeper at a later point in time.

I smiled at Kristen and settled into Tyler, "So are you coming to the game tonight Alex? If you do, I'll totally save you a seat." She asked nicely, her long strawberry blonde hair running into her face.

Tyler's grip loosened around me and I lent onto the table more, falling into a comfortable conversation with Kristen about school. I decided I liked her, and I think she decided she liked me too, considering she was already planning a shopping trip for us Saturday.

After hanging out with 'the gang' Tyler took me around the school to the football field, hands casually intertwined like we were supposed to be.

"So, you had fun with Kristen huh?" I nodded my head, turning to move towards the area under the bleachers, in turn pulling him with me.

"And you're coming to my game tonight then?" He swung our hands lightly between us, looking out too the grassy field beyond the football field.

"Yeah, it's in our agreement isn't it?" I answered casually leaning against one of the support beams and glancing down at my watch. We still had about twenty minutes to kill.

He tightened his grip almost painfully before mumbling, "Yeah it is isn't it?" Usually I would answer but it just seemed unnatural in this instance. "Hey there's a party next Friday night, you interested?" He pulled me lightly from my beam, but stepped close enough that it caused a slightly painful impact with his hard chest.

I hesitated, noting we were in perfect sight of the science wing windows. "If you're going then I kind of have too don't I?" My eyes slinked from the school back to his now more -blue than gray -ice eyes, now slightly intimidated.

He smirked, suddenly arrogant again. "Good boy." He whispered like this morning before slamming me non-too-gently back against my support beam. My body tried to cry out, but I found his mouth on mine forcibly, and his hands up my too-small shirt. "Mmhhm!" I tried again through his mouth, only resulting in him forcing his hips onto my own; alerting me that his chest wasn't the only thing hard.

Oh fuck, here we go again. I wove my hands between us giving a muffled 'Tyler, get off' and attempting to push his off of me. But my valiant efforts ended more in a "Fy-were, meffoff!" and me haphazardly gripping his shirt and shaking him.

His tongue wove its way into my mouth, and his hands ran down my side to my legs gripping my thighs and lifting me. He slammed me more into the support beam, angling his hips with such expertise it would have made me sick had I been able to think properly at the time.

Wrenching away from my mouth he moved his mouth down the side of my face and back up my forehead, kisses trailing in his wake. He buried his face into my neck and the area under my left ear, running his nose and lips along it teasingly; all the while grinding into me ruthlessly slow.

"Shit 'Lex, fuck yes." He more grunted than moaned into my neck. I groaned in my throat at his out burst, his thrusts becoming more frequent and rough. The haze that had formed around us became more heated and foggy.

I moaned quietly into his hair gripping his back hard, digging my dull nails into the muscle on his back. Enjoying the hard feeling beneath my hands, and exciting him more.

'Smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,'

"Fuck!" Tyler cursed pulling away from me and digging into his side pocket for his screeching cell phone. "What!" I heard him shout, my gaze locked on the ground beneath his feet.

"Oh, sorry Dad…Yeah I'm fine. No, I was just running around the track." I smirked in my mind, trying to think of anything to quell my erection.

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend actually…yes Father. I'm done fucking around…well when you put it that way." My mind went back to my conversation with Tina…oh, that killed it. Sighing at my deflating self, I looked up at Tyler. He was watching me with an unreadable expression…even though whatever it was was written all over his face reminding me of just how little I knew him.

A dull pain entered my chest, and it took me a moment to realize it wasn't about Tyler. Shit, I looked back at him, this time he was wearing a readable expression…curiosity. I smiled a weak smile at him and pointed toward the school with my thumb mouthing that I was going back to class early, although it was just by a few minutes.

He nodded, his eyebrows coming together in slight questioning and turned back to his phone conversation. I turned and moved back to the school slowly, drifting in another haze, this time guilt filled. How could I do this?

How dare I forget for even a second…I had no right…I have no right. Fuck, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Kayla's number. "Hey, Kay…can you come pick me up?" I croak out, the tears already starting to form.

Her response was immediate, no questions asked. "I'll be there in five."

I was in the office when Kayla walked into the school true to her word five minutes later. Her earlier garb only changed by a pair of jeans a bra and flip flops. She turned her now dull blue eyes to me asking how I was without words. I cast my gaze down.

She went to the receptionist and signed me out…they didn't even ask why.

The car ride home was silent until she turned sharply to the side of the road on a relatively deserted side road…the quickest way home. I knew I was in for something big.

"Alex," She turned to me, tears brimming in her once lively-joyful but now dead blue eyes. "What's going on?" She croaked out, her voice harsh with tears. I turned my gaze from her to outside my window.

"Damn it! Please Alex, talk to me, please!" He shrieked out, her sobs ringing through the small car. She covered her face with her hands, "Please, Alex. I'm trying here please. Please, please, please let me help you!" She wailed again, turning and burying her hand covered face into the steering wheel.

We sat like that for over an hour; Kayla just sitting there, her sobs subsiding for a few minutes before picking back up. My heart was clenching and tearing and I wanted nothing more to grab her and start sobbing myself…but I had to stay strong and silent. I didn't deserve to cry like she did.

As she calmed down, she started the car again and sat there, both hands on the wheel. She took several deep breaths before putting it into drive and driving the few miles to our home. I sat there motionless until we reached our house.

I was out of the car before she had came to a complete stop, up the stairs to the porch before she got out of the car and frozen dead in the entry way just as she was walking into the house.

I was shaking as I turned to her "What have you done...?" I tried, my voice catching in my throat.

Our house was bare. The warm rugs that once covered the small hallways and living area, the ones from the family room and even the one from the bathroom were all rolled up and crammed together against the far wall. There were dozens of boxes containing what must be all the knickknacks the house once held. The colored wooden hearts that once hung from the archways to the living room and kitchen were gone. Where there once hung beautiful pictures of country houses and rolling hills were plain brown planked walls, discolored where the pictures had been for years before.

The table in the hallway that had held the family photos was gone, upside down next to a box labeled 'fragile' more than likely holding the pictures themselves. The mantle was bare and all the sofas and chairs in the room had the spare sheets covering them.

She stayed in her place by the door, not moving. "Alex, I-I couldn't look at it anymore…I had to do something. Please understand." She said meekly, a hollow contrast to the forceful determined woman she once was. I shook slightly.

"I'm going to my room, please don't follow me." I whispered, bolting up the stairs, almost tripping over yet more boxes on my way to my room. I slammed the door behind me, looking at the mess that was left from Tyler this morning.

I clenched my eyes closed and fell to my bed, a lone tear escaping my eyes as I looked out at the small field behind my house.

My phone rang from my pocket, without even looking at it I picked it out and hurled it into a pile of clothes on my floor; just letting it ring. I had no friends anyway, I thought as I faded into a restless sleep.