Jet Black Heart (boyxboy) *Completed*

One: Wes

A/N: Welcome to the final book of the Sex Ed series. If you have not read Sex Ed, DO NOT READ THIS UNTIL YOU'VE READ THE OTHER BOOKS FIRST. Seriously. This book is based off of the song Jet Black Heart by 5 Seconds of Summer. If you haven't listened to it, I highly recommend it. Anyway, enjoy. This chapter is slow but it's only the beginning.

It all started the day I was born. Well, it started the day my parents had drunk, unprotected sex. My parents always made sure I knew that I wasn't wanted, that I was a mistake. Maybe that was why they left me at a truck stop when I was seven.

Most kids grew up playing in the dirt and blowing bubbles. I grew up in foster homes, not always good ones. Since I was so young and naïve, being in so many different foster homes made me grow up real quick. I longed to be held and have someone tell me everything was going to be okay. I got over that real quick, when I got told no one would ever love me. Maybe that's why I stopped caring about everything and everyone. Maybe that's why I had no friends.

My life got worse when I got to high school. Ever since I was little, I knew I was gay. Most of the foster homes I was in despised me for that very reason. I really didn't care, I was used to getting beat up for liking guys more than girls. If people seriously wanted to beat me up for being gay, more power to them. Once high school came around, I forgot about being rough and tough, because I fell in love.

Justin was my first boyfriend, first kiss, the first boy I had ever truly felt a connection to. I was too stupid to realize something was wrong when Justin hardly wanted to kiss or touch me. He never wanted to hang out outside of school, not that I wanted to invite him to a foster home. We dated all throughout high school, and finally the time had come for the senior prom. I saved up my money from the fast food job I had been working at, to buy him a corsage. I rented a suit and got my wavy brown hair cut. I felt on top of the world, until it came crashing down.

Justin won prom king, which didn't surprise anyone. During his speech, he started to mention all of the girls he had fucked. I'll never forget looking around at all my fellow classmates, who were laughing at me.

"How could he be so stupid?"

"Did he seriously think they were a couple?"

"He was so in love! Ha ha!"

Apparently everyone in the entire senior class knew Justin didn't like me. He had been dared to date me throughout high school. He didn't care about me. I never found out because he was my only friend, the only one in my life I cared deeply for.

School was hell after that, luckily I only had to deal with it for a few more weeks. My hard outer core came back, not giving a shit about anyone. The day I turned eighteen, I moved out of the crappy foster home and lived on the street. I was basically homeless before I found some shelters who let me stay around.

Luckily I wasn't stupid and never slacked off on my school work, so I had gotten a scholarship for college. So now here I was, the University of New Mexico. One day I'll get into law school, and I will become a lawyer. Nothing will stop me.

A lawyer you ask? Why would someone want to become a lawyer? I wanted to make sure people weren't treated like shit, because I hated the feeling. No one should feel like that. Hopefully I'll be able to help people out in the future.

I had always hated first days, college wasn't any different. Everyone just stares at you and asks what you did over the summer. No one seemed to care that I worked three jobs to support myself. Who cares.

Now that the first few days of college were over, I could breathe a little better. I could feel people whispering about me whenever I walked by, could feel their stares from across the room. Apparently no one liked me, which was perfect. I guess no one wanted to talk to a guy who looked like he could punch your throat in.

Besides working three jobs, I made sure to work out over the summer. I already felt like I stood out, since I'm freakishly tall. I also had to have stupid blue eyes, and wavy brown hair. And now, impressive muscles. As long as no one talked to me, everything would be okay. There's no way I'm letting myself fall for someone again. There's no point in getting close to someone anyway, if your heart will just end up getting broken.

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Walking into the library, I made my way towards the back before sitting down. I had made it through my first week at college, hardly having to talk to anyone. Now, I had to work on a paper about civil rights. As I started to write down some ideas, a shadow was suddenly falling across my notebook.

Looking up, I frowned while seeing someone smile at me. The guy was a little on the short side, he was barely taller than me when I was sitting. The guy had strawberry blonde hair, which was sitting nicely on top of his head, brown eyes looking exactly like chocolate.

"Hi, I'm Noah." He gave me a big smile, showing off his perfectly white teeth. I noticed his fingers were nervously tapping against the puppy folder he was holding. "You are?"

"Not interested," I said while standing up.

The Noah guy frowned as he stepped back a little. When I turned towards him, I realized there was a big height difference between us. The top of his head was around my shoulder, making me feel even more of a giant.

As I started to walk around him, he stepped in front of me as he started to bite his bottom lip. "I noticed you're in my American Studies class with Professor Wallace."

Continuing to stare at him, I noticed a string of freckles were around his nose. "So?"

"Well uhm... would you like to work on our paper together?"

"No. Goodbye."

With that I walked around him and walked out of the library. Staring up at the darkening sky, I felt a yawn start to form before hearing, "Do you need any help on the paper?"

Jumping, I looked down to see Noah looking up at me with those big brown eyes. "Leave me alone."

"You really won't give me a chance?"

I sighed while realizing he had stopped walking, making me look towards him. He looked defeated, which was absolutely insane. This guy knew nothing about me, why wouldn't he just leave me alone?

"I'm not here to make friends okay? Just leave me alone."

With that I walked away, not looking back. People seriously needed to leave me alone, I don't want to make a bunch of friends. Hopefully this Noah guy will leave me alone.