The Skeletons In Our Closet (GXG) (BXB)

Chapter 2

A/N: Yaaayyyy 'nother chapter :3 @carebear9 was harassing me to update again so XD Are you happy? So anywhore, enough about me bitching, on to the story. To the right is a picture of Jessie, I cant seem to find who he's played by, so he is just Jessie XD Also the music video Lost It All is a very beautiful song, and it has to do with an event in the story, and I was also listening to it while writing this chapter...so listen pwese :) Enjoy the update Army

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Chapter 2:

* Kellie*

Ally and I slowly trudge up to the school, both of us dreading the hours of classes we don't have together or with Jessie and Derrick. The thought consumes my mind as I say goodbye to Ally and head off to find my locker. Hopefully, I'll find the rest of our "dweeb cutters" as ninety-seven percent of the school likes to call us.

Finally finding my locker after a couple minutes off aimlessly walking around the hallways, I open the locker, place my lock through the lock slot in the handle, and start shoving binders into the locker. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a small piece of paper fall from one of my binders and flutter to the ground. I pick it it up with my bag slung over my shoulder and hastily skim the writing; I realize that I don't recognize it. I read over the block lettering again. Hey faggot, it says, we got the red-haired piece of shit you call your friend. We're out behind the school. Come and get him now or you know the consequences.

Fuck! I crumple up the note and throw it to the ground. Jessie, what the hell were you thinking? Those douchebags are going to fucking kill you, you idiot. Muttering curses under my breath, I throw everything in my locker and slam the door. I hastily push through the sea of students and head towards the rear exit of the school. Reaching the door after shoving and pushing countless pricks out of my way, I run out the door to the adandoned shed out back, holding more memories than just this one.

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* Jessie's POV *

Derrick lays across from me on his stomach in a pool of his own blood, lifeless and unmoving. I hope to God he isn't dead, but for the past hour, he's shown no sign of life whatsoever. I swear if those bastards killed him, I am going to kill them myself. I'll admit it: I lov Derrick, and I'm not afraid of feeling that way, except for around my parents. They are very homophobic, and they beat me for coming out three years ago. It's still going on, but the injuries I got from

(To Be Continued)

A/N: I've been lazy....and I didn't get any farther than this....just been down lately. I'll finish the update soon, but this is all I have for now, I'm really sorry.