Only Seventeen

~ 5 ~

*~*~Justin's POV~*~*

I start school today and I couldn't be any less thrilled. I'm attending St. James Academy, another prepetory school. My mother believes that I should still be refined and get the same education that I've grown accustomed to, even if she and my father are no longer together. I really don't care either way and it's just easier not to argue.

Molly is sitting next to me, at the breakfast table, attempting to read the back of the cereal box, but her eyes keep falling shut. My mother is racing around the kitchen, attempting to salvage the papers she dumped coffee all over in her frenzy to make breakfast. At the same time, she's lecturing me about the importance of fitting in and making friends.

"Mother." I roll my eyes and start again. "Mom, I'm hardly going to make a very big impression my first day. Plus, who says I want friends? All they do is muddle up your time and demand attention." Again, I really don't care either way.

It's true, what I said about friends, I fully believe that they demand attention, much like a pet. Which also happens to be my view on relationships. A boyfriend is much like an animal, you have to train him, walk him, feed him, and spend time with him. If I wanted to deal with all that I'd get a fucking puppy.

"Justin." My mother huffs, grabs a roll of paper towels, and blots the sopping papers. "That's a terrible thing to say. You never had many friends back in LA and I always wondered why."

I'm not quite sure if she wants me to answer that last part, but I'm taking the easy route out and saying no. She's wrong, though, I did have friends, but they all wigged when they found out I were gay. I wasn't exactly close to any of them, so it never seemed like a big deal to me.

"I perfected being invisible." I mumble.

I want to get a shift in at the diner this morning before school starts because I won't be able to work as many hours, now. It's early enough that I can get to the diner, work an hour or so, and then make it to school. Grabbing my backpack, I race out the door before my mother can stop me. It's still dark outside and a few hustlers are left on the street corners, hoping to make enough money for a cup of coffee. I wave to a few that are regulars at the diner and they raise a tired hand in response. Hearing the familiar chime above the door, I feel comfortably at home. It's odd that I didn't want to work here, but now I never want to leave.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Deb jovially calls from behind the counter. I walk over and receive my daily bear hug. "Shouldn't you be getting to school?"

"I just wanted a shift before hand. I really need the extra money."

"Well, somebody already beat you to it." She points to someplace behind me and I turn.

Brian. He's wearing a tight-fitting red t-shirt and black jeans. Sexy as all hell. Damn it!

I turn back around and Deb's watching me with a slight smirk. She's really enjoying this torture I keep putting myself through.

"I see." Is all I can muster and I begin to head out the door.

"Sunshine." The voice isn't Debbie's, it's deeper and my name is said with more irony. I know who it is and quickly wipe the gleeful smile that immediately jumps to my lips.

"Brian." I turn and see him standing with the gray bucket resting on his left hip. He could be a trash collector and I'd still find him incredibly sexy.

"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" He says with a slight smirk and a tilt of his head.

"Just wanted a couple of hours before school starts. I imagine that's what you had planned as well."

"Something like that, yeah."

"You go to Penn State, right?" I think I remember Debbie mentioning it sometime, but I'm not positive.

Brian nods and places a dish into the bucket. "Yeah, I start sometime next week."

He grins and I purse my lips as he begins to walk towards me. He places the bucket onto a nearby empty table and sidles up against me. I can feel his hot breath on my neck and a shiver courses down my spine.

"You look hot." It's barely above a whisper and I feel that shiver move towards my groin.

"Well, don't you look cozy?"

I groan and turn to see Michael at the door. He's rather annoying. Brian straightens himself and smiles kindly at his friend.

"Hey, Mikey. What are you doing up so early?"

"I just wanted to make sure we were still on for lunch."

Brian moves so that he's standing by my side and I feel his palm against the small of my back. I know Michael can't see and it relieves me. I don't even hear the rest of their conversation as I'm overwhelmed by Brian's ever moving hand. It doesn't take long before I feel him tuck it in my back pocket. Bells and whistles start going off in my head, but I ignore them and concentrate on keeping my facial expression normal.

Whatever Brian said to Michael satisfies the minion and he leaves with a slight grunt in my direction and a joyous 'See ya later' to his mother. I take the opportunity to reach behind and remove Brian's hand.

"And what do you think you're doing?" I ask with a slightly facetious tone.

"Having a little fun."

Damn him and that stupid grin!

I move towards him so that I'm a breath away, and lower my voice seductively. "You did, huh?"

He nods and trails a finger down my shirt, barely touching, but causing the desired effect. I inhale, sharply, and am more than sure he notices, but he doesn't stop. I believe that it cheered him on. I stare straight ahead into his hazel eyes, and strain myself to not look down when I feel his finger hooking into my pants. He yanks me towards him and I soon find myself in what I hope to be a never-ending kiss. I wrap my hand around his neck and revel in the heat that emanates from him. His tongue snakes over mine and I moan, which I know he has to love.

"Jesus!"

Brian pulls away, leaving me stunned and a bit wobbly. We both turn in the direction of the cry and see Deb staring at us with her hands on her hip.

"Brian, you're not being paid to make-out. Go clean the corner booth." Deb taps her foot expectantly and Brian grabs his bucket and leaves, but not before winking at me.

I turn to leave, grabbing my backpack off the stool, and am almost free when I feel a pull on my arm.

"I'm not through with you, yet." Brian says before swooping down and catching me in another breath-taking kiss.

"Brian!" Deb calls from behind the counter and I end the kiss, reluctantly.

"Don't go and get yourself fired." I smirk and push him away. The suns beginning to rise as I make my way to high school hell.

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*~*~Brian's POV~*~*

I was finishing my shift when my thoughts wandered to an energetic blond. Justin might be young and a bit more cultured, but he has a mouth to die for. He was toying with me, I knew it, but I didn't care. I'll have fun teaching him the ways of the world.

"You are a force to be reckoned with, you know." Deb huffs and I attempt to ignore her. It's a failed attempt, but one nonetheless.

"You bet I know." And I do.

"I don't want you fucking with that kid, Brian. He's got it tough and the last thing he needs is you and your bullshit philosophies."

"And what are you? His mother?" I sneer.

"The same as I am yours."

Damn! I hate when she pulls shit like that.

"He'll be fine." I reassure her, but I don't believe she's buying it.

"So, what do you have planned today?" She changes the subject and I rejoice in my head. "Michael was saying something about a lunch with you."

"I have to start that student teaching thing and then, yeah, I'm having lunch with Mikey."

"Hmmm…" Deb pauses and I roll my eyes.

"What's that for?"

"Oh, nothing, really." She answers and I know that if I prod just a little bit more she'll be spilling everything she knows.

"You don't say."

"What was that school you're going to again?"

"St. James Academy." I answer and wonder why that matters in the least.

"Okay." She hums to herself and pretends to fold a napkin.

"What?" Getting information out of her has never been this hard before.

"I just know of somebody else whose going to that very same school."

"A lot of kids go to that school, Deb." This is seriously ridiculous and I'm starting to wonder why I even bother.

"Yup, but only one of them has blond hair and an ass that never ends."

My mouth drops and I feel a headache coming on. "Justin."

"The one and only." She's enjoying this too much. "You'll be spending a lot more time with him than you thought. Isn't that just karma coming to bite you in the ass."

Shit!

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*~*~Justin's POV~*~*

This school is beyond ridiculous. When I arrived they ushered us into the gymnasium where I proceeded to sit through the longest and most pointless assembly ever. We were divided into grade, which I found rather futile because the students didn't follow it. The principal stood in the middle of the court and welcomed us all back for another year, and started blabbing about how important it is for us all to get along, blah, blah.

It's all bullshit.

He introduced the football team and congratulated them on a great season last year. He hoped that this one would be even better.

Stupid jocks.

Then, after he was finished introducing the new faculty, they ushered us out of the gym and to our prospective classes. Which is where I'm currently sitting, not listening to the teacher drone on and on about what he expects from us this year. He hands out the syllabus and I see that half the books we're going to study I've already read. Apparently, this school is behind my last one, which should give me some comfort, but it doesn't. It just bores me.

The bell rings and we're again ushered out into the hall until the next bell rings, signaling the beginning of the next class. God, I hate high school. They treat us like cattle.

My next class is communications and I'm dreading it. I hate getting in front of people and talking, everyone watching you, waiting for you to fuck up so they can laugh at you. I slink into the room and rush for a seat in the back of the room, away from the teacher and prying eyes.

"Hello, class." A beautiful blonde says from the front of the room. "I'm Miss Peterson and I'll be your communications teacher for the semester. I'm sure everyone is ready for the day to end. I know I am." The girls sitting in the front row giggle and I groan.

Miss. Peterson smiles fondly and continues with her speech. "We have a very special treat this semester. Instead of just me teaching, the school has taken on a freshman from Penn State to help with the class. I'm hoping that you'll give him a very good welcome."

God, I hope it's not an older version of the valley girls sitting in front of me.

"I'd like you all to welcome, Mr. Brian Kinney."

Holy-mother-fucking-shit!

My teacher points toward the door and there he is, leaning against the door jam with that fucking smirk. He saunters into the room, acting like he owns the place, and when he eyes me crouched low in my seat, gives me a fucking wink. I smile back while inwardly I'm wondering if I could just disappear. There is no way I'm going to be able to concentrate now.

High school sucks.

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