Christian entered the school warily, not sure what it would be like. Oh he knew what the curriculum and classes would be like. In that it was all the same, it was the people he was worried about. His last school had been horrible.

A bell rang and everyone started moving their different ways, and Christian surmised it was the warning bell because no one seemed to be in any hurry.

He made his way over to the office and received his schedule, thanked the secretary and headed in the direction she pointed..

"Christian Jenkins?" a middle aged woman asked as he entered the classroom.

"That's me," he said walking over to her. Her name tag read 'Mrs. Lyons'.

"Here's your chemistry book, you'll need a three ring binder and a composition book for notes and the labs. Find a seat somewhere," she said before turning to a girl who was holding a paper and pen, and wearing a very confused look.

Christian plopped down at a table with one really cute, dark haired boy and two giggling girls.

"Hi, I'm Shannon," one of them said, she had a bubbly voice that seemed to match her red hair and freckles.

"I'm Marty," the other girl said leaning towards him. She had mahogany curls that bounced whenever she moved and a trace of an accent. Maybe Spanish. "What's your name?"

"Christian."

"Where are you from," she asked.

"Outside Detroit."

"Did you like it there?" Shannon asked, interest sparking in her eyes.

"Detroit was cool, but I hated our town." He didn't elaborate, they could just think that it was small town woes.

"Christian, how far along did you get before you moved?" Mrs. Lyons asked after the bell rang.

"We were working with Thermodynamics," he told her.

"Had you gone over Stoichiomety yet?"

"Yeah."

"I'm hope your not to tired of it yet, we're still plodding through it. If everyone would open up their worksheets to page three I'll try to explain anything you're having problems with."

"Number 5," the dark haired boy on Christian's side said immediately.

The teacher talked about the proper way to set up the problem and wrote it down on the white board, step by step as she went as the class hurriedly scribbled it down hoping to gain some insight into completing the problem correctly. It took a while to get through the one problem with all the questions that were called out.

After a few more problems that class was instructed to attempt the problems on their own. Christian got an extra copy of the packet and set to work. He had finished five before he was startled out of his concentration by a pen landing near his elbow.

"I'm never going get this crap," the boy growled, half to him self.

"Sure you will, Devin. It's just hard and we've only been at it a week," Marty said sympathetically.

"Why don't you stay after school?" Shannon suggested.

"Last time I did that I was stuck getting help with the Hamster. She can't explain anything."

"Her name is Mrs. Hamlin," Shannon said patiently.

"Whatever."

Christian nearly fell in love with Devin at the sound of his voice, so deep and velvety it sent shivers up his spine. He had never heard a voice so sexy, or so stimulating.

"What are you having problems with?" Christian asked without thinking.

"All of it," Devin said sourly.

"Which one are you on now?"

"Number eight, page three." Leaning over to see what Devin had written on his paper, though making sure not to get too close, he quickly determined the problem.

"You balanced the equation wrong," he states. He flipped to the problem in his own packet and quickly balanced it. Devin scratched out his work and tried it again.

"Is that right?" he asked doubtfully shoving the paper at Christian.

"It helps it you write it out as you go along, but yes, it's right."

"Now what?" Christian studied the problem for a minute.

"You have to convert the grams to moles," he said. He was about to say more when the bell rang, cutting him off.

"Why don't we hook up after school and you can show me how to do the rest of this?"

"Where?"

"Do you drive?"

"I sold my car when we moved."

"Meet me by the front steps and we can head over to the pizza place."

"All right." Christian was surprised by the excitement he felt bubbling up inside of him. He wasn't stupid enough to entertain the thought that Devin might even be bisexual, but he would live happily being anywhere near the handsome boy. "How do you get to, room 143?"

"Mrs. Hoholic's room? It's near my locker, come on, I'll show you." Christian eagerly followed him through the crowded hallway after stuffing his chemistry book into his green backpack.

Christian managed to survive until lunch, though he was loaded up with books, which he was more then happy to deposit in his locker. He paused inside the lunchroom, not sure what to do. He had a lunch in his bag and ten dollars in his pocket, but he had no clue where to sit. And there was no one to sit with.

"Come sit with me and my brother," a voice said startling him. As Marty walked by she grabbed his arm and left him with no choice but to follow her or dislocate his shoulder. To his surprise it turned out that Devin was Marty's brother. Now that he thought about it he could see the resemblance.

"Hey," he said sitting opposite from his crush, at the end of the table.

"Hey, sup?" Devin asked around his mouthful of chips.

"Not much, loaded up with homework already."

"Are you going to be too busy to help me out?"

"No," Christian said hastily. "It's no problem."

"Hey guys," Shannon said as she sat her tray on the table and sitting daintily. Christian tried not to be annoyed at her proximity to Devin. Shannon and Marty started chatting, occasionally including the boys in the conversation, but for the most part just filling up the silence.

Christian was contemplating throwing his ball of aluminum foil at Devin, just to see what his reaction would be when a familiar face walked up.

"Hello Christian," Isaac said snidely. "I'm surprised to see you here? Finally take the hint and head out of town?"

"My dad was transferred you jackass," Christian retorted, blood boiling, and dying inside. He didn't want his secret out again, he didn't want to go through the rest of the year with no one to talk to, or hang out with.

"Probably because they heard about you. Devin, you might not want to spend to much time around this one."

"He's helping me with chem and I really don't think it's any of your business who I hang out with."

"I guess he would be the one to ask. Spent so much time studying, never even had time for sports or anything else manly, huh pal?

"At least I managed to pass the second grade the first time I took it," Christian retorted nastily. "And fifth."

"You had better watch it, I'll fucking," Isaac leaned towards Christian snarling out the beginning of a threat before Marty cut him off.

"Let him alone Isaac," Marty said forcefully. "Don't you have anyone else to pester?"

"I shouldn't be surprised you're having women stick up for you, but I do have other things to do. See ya around, pansy."

"Why was he threatening you?" Shannon asked, sounding really concerned.

"We never were good friends, and since I beat him up in a fight he's been really getting on my case."

"How long have you known him?" Marty asked.

"I helped him pass the fifth grade on his second try."

"Then why doesn't he like you?"

"It's a long story and it doesn't make much sense. At least not to me."

"I can get him to lay off you if you want," Devin offered.

"You probably shouldn't bother, it wont look to good for you if you do. I'll see you later, when I help you with the chemistry problems.]," he said making it very clear he wouldn't be doing anything else.

Devin wondered what had happened at Christian's last school. He couldn't see anything wrong with the guy, he seemed nice enough.

"Isaac is really starting to annoy me," Marty muttered, half to herself, and looking like she was about to go beat him over the head with any handy, blunt objects.

"I wonder if he's going to spread anything around?" Shannon asked while cleaning one of her fingernails.

"I'd like to see him try," Marty said standing back from her lunch. "Come on Shannon. See ya later bro."

"So what do you think it is Marty?" Shannon asked as they were walking down the hallway.

"What's that?"

"What do you think Isaac's problem with Christian is?"

"I think he's gay, well that or bi. People with small town mentalities can be pretty homophobic."

"People without small town mentalities can be pretty homophobic," Shannon pointed out. "There are quite a few people in our school I can think of who call just about everyone those nasty names, and would beat up someone if they thought the guy was hitting on them."

"Still, there aren't that many people in this school who would react quite so strongly, and it's pretty accepted here. Small towns, and morons like Isaac don't accept that kind of thing period. They think it's an unnatural perversion that'll be contagious if they don't stamp out the disease immediately."

"So do you think Isaac's going to tell everyone about Christian then?"

"I wouldn't put it past him, but who do you think the first person he's going to tell is?"

"His girlfriend."

"Who's little sister is gay. She'll kick his ass if he trashes Christian for being gay."

"I don't think she'd kick his ass. Chew him out definitely, but Jenny never gets violent."

Marty was about to reply when the bell sounded overhead and they split their ways.

During 6th period Isaac skipped class with Jenny, going to her house, hoping to have some fun.

"Hey baby," he said taking her face in his hands and kissing her deeply.

"What's up Isaac?" she asked sitting on her couch next to him. They had gone over to her house to talk, and she trusted that was all he wanted to do to. She wasn't quite ready to go further then making out, and had made it clear to him when they had started going out.

"Have you seen that new kid, Christian?" Isaac asked, after determining that Jenny stil wasn't ready to go any further yet.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He's a fairy!" he said told her.

"You mean gay?" she said sourly.

"That's what I said," he hadn't caught the menace in her eyes.

"And you say it like homosexuality is a disease worse then AIDS that needs to be stamped out."

"It is Jenny. Where do you think AIDS comes from?" he stated firmly, not sure he liked the tone she was using.

"So what do you think we should do with all these parasites of society?"

"I'd say kill 'em but that's illegal," he said forcing a laugh that would have come easily if Jenny hadn't been giving him that look.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled at him, jumping up from the couch. They both looked shocked at the outburst. Jenny never, never yelled in anger. She might get a little violent on the rarest of occasions, but she didn't like to raise her voice. She found her words had more impact that way. Isaac stood so he could look Jenny in the eye during the argument.

She was silent for a few seconds, unable to speak because of the furious words that were demanding to get out in one great rush. Swallowing she stated him in the eye, refusing to break their locked gazes and spoke every word she said slowly and deliberately.

"There is nothing wrong with gays or bi's. If I ever see you trying to correct the way of thinking of either Christen or Felicity, verbally or other wise I will personally make your life in this city unbearable."

"Who's Felicity?"

"My sister you retard," Jenny snapped. She couldn't believe she hadn't realized that Isaac was a homophobic. She could mentally beat herself up later, but now she was going to try and set Isaac straight. "And I'm sure that neither of them want their sexuality a public matter."

"What are you going to do to keep me from warning people about Christian?" he asked arching his eyebrows, deliberately provoking her.

"Most homophobics are just afraid of their own sexuality. Afraid that if they get near someone gay they might have to come to terms with their own sexual tendencies. I will spread it around that you're just pretending to hate Christian so no one will guess the truth about you."

Jenny smiled as Isaac frowned unhappily. If she told just a few girls, and that it was secret she could have it all over school in a matter of days, and no one would doubt the truthfulness of the tale. She blinked, almost forgetting that she was in the middle of a tirade. Where was she?

"What's there to come to terms with Isaac? There isn't anything wrong with being gay."

"Yes there is!" he yelled and Jenny had to force herself not to step back. "Christian was my best friend before he turned into a fairy."

"What changed that it ruined your friendship? What about Christian was different?"

"He liked guys! He might have liked me!" he said, in only slightly quieter tones. Jenny thought his voice sounded strange though, like some emotion was trying to surface.

"And then again he might not have. I have plenty of straight guy friends who aren't attracted to me, and vise versa."

"I didn't want to take that chance."

"So you ended your friendship? You can't possibly blame losing it on him. You didn't give him a chance. What were you so afraid of?"

He didn't answer but Jenny could tell by his eyes he was struggling with something, and he was afraid she might get him to confess a secret he didn't want to admit to. She was pretty sure she could guess what that secret was.

"Were you scared you might like him back? Isaac honey, there's nothing wrong with being bisexual. Nothing," she said in as soothing a voice as she could manage. She reached out and stroked on of his cheeks, surprised when he jerked away.

"I did not like him," he said so fiercely it was obvious he was lying. She hadn't asked if he had, just if he was scared of the possibility.

"Isaac," she started but was cut off.

"It's wrong!" he roared, knowing she knew. "Wrong."

"Why? I've heard so many people talk about how you can't control who you fall in love with but the second it comes to same sexed couples they condemn it. I seriously doubt you could come up with a reason that makes any sense."

"It's just wrong, and he's wrong and people like him shouldn't exist!" he said with the conviction of a person struggling to hold onto his belief system.

Jenny slapped Isaac so hard his head snapped back.

"Never, ever say that again," she said in a slow, dangerous voice. She paused for a minute before continuing in a much calmer tone. "I think you did like him. I think that's why you turned your back on him. Because you knew, you knew you were just like him."

Isaac suddenly sat back down on the couch, looking defeated because of his slumped position.

"If he had just stayed straight none of this would have happened," he told her, sounding pathetic.

"It's not the end of the world," she said sitting next to him again, and massaging his shoulders as best she could in the awkward position.

"Do you know what I did when Christian told me his secret? I told the entire school, convinced I was doing the right thing because it was keeping me from the temptation and I kept telling myself Christian would straighten out. That he'd learn his lesson."

"What happened?" she prodded, knowing he needed to get it off his chest.

"He lost all his friends, he was constantly getting beat up, particularly by me and few other guys. Once we went one on one and he kicked my ass, but when we were in a group we'd beat him to a bloody pulp.

"Poor Christian," Jenny half whispered to herself.

"We ruined his life. We were trying to make so he wouldn't come back to our school again. We didn't want him in our classrooms, our locker rooms anymore."

"You should apologize to him," Jenny told him, hearing the remorse in his voice.

"I can't," Isaac snapped at her. "You don't understand a goddamn thing. Apologize? Fuck that." He stood and left without another word.

Isaac raced home in his car, furious at himself. Being gay was wrong, *wrong*. Like normal his apartment was empty. He hardly ever saw his parents, which was why he hadn't bothered moving out yet.

Isaac locked the front door and threw his backpack on the floor, not paying attention to where it landed. He headed straight for his father's gun cabinet.

He pulled out the shotgun, weighing it in his hands for a second before picking the lock to the ammunition drawer. He slowly loaded the gun, with an ironic twist to his lips. He and the guys had always joked that Christian should be the one person in their school to choose this way out.

He lost all sense of the noises of the street below him, and the blaring radio from the duplex connected to his parents. He put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger not giving himself a chance to change his mind.

The deafening shot rang out, putting an end to any thought or sensation he might have had. His body fell to the floor, completely lifeless.

A car whizzed by the apartment building, ending the brief silence as life turned to normal around the lost soul.