A/N: Tarquin character is based off my friend (of who I shall not name for the fear of my life) but I don't know if she would act like that at all. Anyway, that's pretty close to what I want because he does look like a playboy but enjoy the story.

Adam was walking home from a tiresome and stressful day at school, thinking about how he's got to do a lot of homework once he gets his destination. He had to spend 7 hours in that Hell and yet it still follows him home, it's cruel having to be around people you hate for that long, but then having to do something that makes you think. Thinking is for those who aren't too tired to function. That place just wants you spend all your precious time on a piece of paper that's eventually gonna get scrapped.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted when Tarquin, his best friend, punched his shoulder. Adam nearly fell over from the blow that wasn't even that hard, it just caught him off guard and he didn't really expect it at all, even though he was friends for years with Tarquin. He was too tired to catch himself in time, though. Tarquin had to catch his friend so he didn't fall over and hurt himself. Adam turned his head slightly to Tarquin and nodded his head, as a sign of acknowledged and Tarquin returned his gesture.

Tarquin had blue eyes that was the colour of the sky on a sunny day. His hair was like a river of liquid gold that was as soft as silk and as brushable as a pets' coat. He was very lightly tanned, just enough to bring a bit of colour to his skin. He had medium eyebrows because they weren't as bushy as other males. He may have been a bit short for a male, but not too much. He could kick you in the shin pretty hard. He was Irish so his charms and accent did wonders to help his game when it came to charming the ladies.

Adam had green eyes that shimmered like emeralds that reflects light when caught in them. But his eyes did change colour sometimes but they were usually green or a bluish green. His hair was blonde but not as dark Tarquin's hair. When it comes to the brushing ability, it is not luxurious as Tarquin's but his hair is poofier. His skin was like porcelain, smooth but delicate so he can't be as rough as other boys. He was shorter than Tarquin and was made fun of for it but he liked being small, then he wouldn't stand out as much. He was British and he did like tea.

"Yo, heard about that new hot chick?" Tarquin asked, a smirk evident on his features as he asks about his friend's knowledge of the situation.

"No, Tar. Why?" Adam asked Tarquin with genuine curiosity. Tarquin almost had a laughing fit from how funny this was and how his friend was the only one who didn't know this information that was now common knowledge to everyone else. School had a knack for gossip.

"The chick wants to meet you, A. Isn't that cool?" Tarquin asked.

It would be great for a beautiful girl to want to meet him if it weren't for the fact that he was gay. He already had his eye on two people:

Tim, the school's bad boy.

Toby, the school's nerd.

It seems the girl really wanted to meet Adam because she waited outside for him the school for him. Once he saw her, he thought of ways to get out of it by getting out the school other ways. He could always climb a fence or something since they had holes in them but they were only big enough for his fingers. There was a wooden fence at the back of his school, at the end of the field, that was easy to climb over with the assistance of the bin there. The wooden fence led to peoples gardens and the ally way had bushes around it. Maybe there was a way…

Adam had immediately taken action so he could avoid being seen by the girl and busted through the entrance to school and raced down the halls. His heart beater loudly in his ears and that drowned out what little sound the seemingly abandoned school produced. He ran from one side of the school to the other and stopped near the football pitch/start of field. The hall was at the entrance to school and then there was a split where it went two ways. If you went right and turn right again, you would have to turn left and that lead you outside.

"Why are you here?" A gruff voice asked him as he panted relentlessly. Upon hearing the voice, he froze and it felt as if time had stopped. His blood felt like it turned to ice and all his muscles clamped together. Taking a deep breath, stood back up from his previous position of being bent over while he was panting. The sweat had increased dramatically more then it was previously. That gruff voice was one that he could recognize anywhere and is also one that everyone feared. One that had a tone of authority, being pissed and serious.

It was Tim. The school's bad boy.

'Oh oh.' Adam thought, starting to realize his mistake in coming here. 'Oh oh!' He inwardly panicked as he turned around, slowly, to meet the gaze of the brown eyes of the wild Tim. (I couldn't help it.) The man was intimidating from the way his stance to how he walked or talked or even breathed. He had a dark aura that surrounded him and made him look more scary than before and also because he's alone with him and no one else could view what could happen.

How could he explain this to him at all using real words though? He could answer wrong and get beaten up or have nasty rumors spread about him. Although Tim also has stalkers going after him all the time so he could probably help him out with the issue if he wanted. "I-I-erm-well-" Adam stuttered while trying to explain his situation to Tim. Tim cut him off before he could finish, though.

"Stop stuttering! It reminds me of that fucking freak." Tim ordered Adam in a serious and angry tone. Tim looked pissed at the reminder of that boy that ticked, the one he bullied. Toby. The other one Adam had a crush on. Adam's eyes widened in surprise and then realization struck and his face formed into a snarl. He glared at Tim with a burning hatred. He took a deal breath and, before he could stop himself, he was already blowing up in Tim's face.

"He's not a freak! He's a sensitive young boy that is misunderstood! People like you wouldn't understand because you're all heartless monsters!" Once he had finished, he returned to his shy self and started to quiver from the fear Tim brought him. Shouting at Tim was a death sentence, it was either the crazy fangirl stalkers that killed you, his jock friends, the popular bitches that would attack you with their fake nails or something else. No one had the guts to talk to Tim like unless they were suicidal.

Adam was screwed.

He looked down and screwed his eyes shut and waited for the fury of Tim to be unleashed at him. For the dragon to escape it's cage and attack him with all it's might. He waited for the punch that was going to be thrown at him, the smack around the face or the kick that was going to send him to the floor. For the pain that would make him wish he sowed his mouth shut. His eyes were beginning to fill with tears and he didn't know how much longer he could hold them in for if he just kept looking down. He clenched every muscle in his body to prepare for the blow... But it never came.

He looked up to see Tim standing closer to him then he was before and he immediately took a step back to avoid the clutches of Tim. He didn't know what he was going to do to him because his expression was unreadable and that meant he didn't know what he was thinking at all. He suddenly got really sweaty palms and got very nervous from Tim's unusual behaviour.

Tim took a step forwards and Adam took a step back. Tim took another step forwards and Adam took a step back again. Tim just started to slowly stalk toward Adam and Adam kept going backwards until his back hit the brick wall that was behind him. 'Dammit!' He thought and turned to his left to make a sprint for the door to the school so he could escape the awkward situation he was in.

He was too late as Tim had already gotten close enough to be able to slam his hands next to Adam's head, which stopped Adam's plan from being a reality. Adam quickly turned his head to Tim and saw how he had a weird smirk on his face. It might have been a smile but it was dark, that was what Adam was certain of at that moment. His eyes had some creepy glint to it that made Adam want to run away, go home, curl up in bed and pray all the demons away so he could die peacefully. Tim had scared him more than ever in that moment.

"Did you just call me a monster? Did you just shout at me? Did you just shout at me and gave me a lecture? Answer with honesty and I might go easy on you." He asked in a dangerous tone, one that made it clear not to fuck with him at this moment because he's not in the mood at all. Anything could trigger him at this point and Adam was going to have to kiss his ass for years because of this. He didn't want to be like the rest and bend to his will but what choice does he have?

After careful consideration, he decided to say that he did and beg him for mercy because he didn't want to die that day. He opened and tried to make one simple word escape his mouth but, instead, he couldn't make a sound. "...Y-...Yes..." He finally answered with much difficulty. Who would have thought that one word could be so hard to pronounce.

"Good boy. At least you can answer questions, even if it does take awhile. But you still stood up for yourself. If it was to any other person, I would be impressed but it was to me so what punishment should I give you? Should I ruin what little reputation you have? Beat you up? Or should I keep it as a favour? Tell me what you would like me to do, Kitten." Tim said to Adam. Adam just swallowed nervously and didn't know what to do because he didn't like any of the options he was given.

Tim suddenly leaned closer to Adam until their faces were only a couple inches away from each other. Tim let out a chuckle and looked at Adam in the eyes. "I know exactly what to do for your punishment. I know you'll like it since all of you fans just would faint at this idea." He said and chuckled, again. At this, Adam got pissed because he assumed he wanted something all his fans would die for but he also thought he was a fan of his. Adam was far from a fan though. Adam was going to 'correct' him from his mistake but Tim started to speak again.

"I know you'll love it, almost as much as I will." He said to Adam as he started to lean forwards, towards his ear. Adam felt Tim's lips brush against his ear and, slowly, a blush started to appear on his cheeks. Tim's chest was now pressed against Adam's and Tim could feel the warmth on his ears and cheeks on his skin. He chuckled (I know but he chuckles a lot in this. He just finds Adam's suffering funny. Bare with me.) and Adam felt Tim's chest vibrate along with the noise. Making his cheeks turn darker.

"You're going to become my pet, Kitten."