His Mona Lisa Smile (BoyXBoy)

Im not to sure about this story...and before anyone says something,i do a lot of stuff with abuse..im weird like that.i guess i just like the thought of the damsel in distress and the hero.*siiigh*if only it really happened..hmm...enjoy!

I was coming back from football practice,heading towards the shower room and i heard some ruckous.There were shoe squeaks and impact noises followed by grunts and coughing.

"Die fag!"i heard a few boys snicker.then i heard an unzippering noise.

"You probably like how this feels so..im not even gonna hesitate. i guess you wont mind right"i heard a hoarse voice say.

"Please..."he pleaded weakle then coughed "please stop."

I heard a chuckle and another sound that sounded like a rock hitting the ground and a whimper.then there was rustling as if clothes were being removed.thats enough of whatever is going on.

"Get the fuck off of him.now."i said walking in and trying to keep my composure.

"And if i dont?"the culprit looked at me.holy crap-oly!it was steven kahill-perfect little straight-A student and captain of the football team,rich,handsom,good kid,or so i thought-caught with his pants down.

"Ill have you kicked off the team and expelled."i walked towards him and the few guys that had accompanied him.both were also on the football team."that goes for you two sorry mother fuckers to.get the hell out."steven walked up to me and came 2 inches away from my face.probably trying to intimidated me.he swung at me but he was easy to read.like reading a 2nd grade picture book.i ducked and went left while grabbing his arm and twisting it.i pinned him on the floor and rested my foot on his back to keep him from squirming.ahh this was fun.he wiggled under me and shouted rude things at me.

"Get the fuck off me!"

I clicked my tongue,"Now why would i do that?" I asked like an innocent child.

"So i can kick your ass."he answered as if he were proud.

"Yea okay.let me think this through.you want..me to let you go...so you can hurt me..am i correct?"he was loosing patients,but who cares.he tried getting up but i punched his jaw and he slammed into the ground.i released him.

"Get out of here you pieces of shit......GO!" They all scattered like roaches.all but steven.

"Your gonna be sorry phillips."he turned and walked out of the locker rooms.i looked down at the naked target of the abuse.he was pale and his body layed there against the cold tile floor.he was soaked and his towel had fallen.blue-ish black marks were painted on his body.he looked so fragile and..helpless.i walked over to him and knelt on one knee.

"Hey..are you okay guy?"i asked gently and touched his shoulder. he tensed up.i rolled him over and he layed there limply.he was barely conscious and couldn't hold his head up straight.they must have really hurt him.poor kid.i sat on top of my legs and grabbed his shoulders,propping him up on me.i accidentally touched a bruise and he drew in a sharp breath.he made a grunting noise and forced his eyes open,and looked at me for a bit.then he just dropped his head as if it were hurting him to look up.i brought up his towel and covered his exposed body.i looked at him.not sure what to do.out of no where i heard a weap and i looked down to see the boy was crying.my heart sunk and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders.i have a weakness i guess.

He turned his head into my shoulder and cleared his throat.

"I...im sorry."he whispered so softly i almost missed it.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Cause...i pulled you into my problems.im sorry."he sank back down and started crying again.i didnt like when this boy cried.i moved his hair away from his face and he looked at me sorrowfuly.his eyes were a really light brown hazel green mix with a golden ring around the edge..wow..i looked at the rest of him.his dark hair which clung to his head in wet tundrils.his full and ridiculously pink lips that hung off his face and had a cut on the edge.i noticed a delicate curve of his jaw and his almost transparent skin.he looked weak yet....beautiful?i wiped away the annoying droplets streaming from his eyes an-did i just call him beautiful? I did didnt i?oh my glob!

"Dont apologize."

"Uhm...thank you..then."he looked down and shifted.and thats when i realized i had a naked gay kid crying on my lap and i was hugging him with no problem.it didnt bother me for some reason, even though i know it should've.i just believe no one should be treated that way,even if they are gay.heck,no one should be treated that way if their gay,lesbian,skinny,fat,stinky,or just plain ugly.i dont know,maybe im a very accepting person or the world is to closed minded.

"Can you stand up?"i watched as he struggled trying to get balanced on his feet.his body started swaying and he started falling.i stood up quickly and steadied his shoulders.

"Ill take that as a no."i bent down and picked up the towel.i stood in front of him and wrapped the towel around his waist.i was about to tie it when some thing caught my eye.i tried not to look at 'it'..but..it-it was there and it stared at me.he shifted uncomfortably and i snapped back to reality.

"Uh-uhhm i-im sorry.lets get you out of here."i said awkwardly,knowing he saw me looking at it.i grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder.i helped him walk into the changing room and set him on a bench.

"So..what was that about?"i asked sensitivly. he looked down.

"Im gay.ya know pickin on the gay kid type stuff.its okay reall-"

"No no no.its not okay!"he looked scared so i softened a little" no one should he treated that way.no one."i looked into his eyes for a split second before he bowed his head in shame.i took his chin and brought him to eye level.

"Whats your name?"

"Not to be rude but why do you care?"

"Because im thinking about you and i dont want to keep calling you 'gay kid'in my mind."i replied trying to lighten the mood.his face got red and i drew my hand back to my side.

'Where are your clothes?"

"There in my bag.....which they threw down the laundry shoot..."

"Oh...uhm.well here.take this and..i think i have some shorts in my locker."i took off my shirt and handed it to him.he reached out for it with out looking directly at me.his face was parallel to the floor and he was as red as a beet.hmm.i guess that wasnt a smart move.

"Imma go to my locker.come on"

"No thanks.ill stay here."he looked down.i walked up to him and lifted his head by his chin.he looked at me.

"Well i dont think thats a good idea.what if they come back and your all alone?i dont want you hurt."he looked as if he were in deep thought.then he nodded his head and stood up.

"Okay then."he stood up shakily.i held onto his wrist and we started walking to my locker.i got there and did the code on the lock and opened it.i grabbed a beater shirt and some sweats and my towel.before i closed it i remembered he needed shorts.i rummaged through my bag.deodorant,axe,shoes..ah!the shorts."here.you can wear these."

"Thank you...and uhm.my name is Andrew .my friends call me Drew"

"Andrew.." i smiled."i like it.im Jordan.nice to meet you.to bad it wasn't under better circumstances right?" He smiled and nodded.

Hey hey hey...:3..wat'd yall think? Comment vote fan!nd if u havent already,go check out my other story.Promises .its my first story and a bit rocky.but watevs.go read it!:D.