Aiden stirs in his sleep, the sound of voices pulling him out of his slumber. He squints at the bright over head lights as he tries to survey the room.

"Oh careful, careful." He looks to his side and sees Aunt Becky.

"Aunt Becky?" His groggy voice barely makes it out of his parched throat.

"Oh bring him some water John, please and thank you." She smiles at the blonde as he nods and leaves the room.

"What happened?" He places a hand on his forehead, a slight pain in the back of his head.

"You collapsed dear, do you still feel dizzy?" 

"No-"

"Here." John returns and hands her the glass of water, she smiles and turns, passing it onto Aiden.

"Thanks." He takes a sip, relief floods his body as the dull feeling of a dried tongue fades away.

"Do you have a headache?" Aunt Becky takes the cup from his hands and sets it on a small oak side table near the bed, even their clinic room had fancy decor.

Aiden nods, looking down at the soft cloth under his hands. He looks around and sees Wendy, Brian, and John standing close by, he gives them a small smile before looking around the room once more.

"Aiden, why didn't you tell me you were getting picked on?" Her brows draw together, sadness in her eyes.

"I...I didn't want to be a burden and come complaining like a little-"

"Oh pish-posh! Aiden you could never be a burden to me, I love you and that's why I do what I do for you. You think I would let you live with me, go to this nice school, or even bake you sunflower seed cookies if I though you were a burden?!" Aunt Becky grabs onto his hand, her hands calloused from many years of hard work.

"N-no." He looks down, feeling the tears rise again.

"So why think that? I promised my sister I would always take care of you, I always promised I would never let you get hurt and here you are- in a bed unconscious because of my stupid actions in allowing you to come here-"

"T-thats not true! It's not your fault, it's my fault for letting that bastard get to me...if only I was strong."

"Oh but you are strong Aiden, you have your mother's vitality, and your father's drive." She places a hand on his cheek. "And you have both of their hearts in you."

By now both are crying, and Aidne reaches out and pulls her into a hug. They embrace each other, neither letting go even after Brian cleared his throat.

"I think it's time to let him rest Becky." Brian steps forward and places a hand on her shoulder.

"I suppose you are correct." She pulls back and smiles. "I'll see you this weekend okay, I will be calling every night though, so you better pick up or else I'll drive up here."

"Y-yes ma'am." Aiden giggles slightly and gives her one last hug. Soon after John and Wendy give him a hug before they have to leave. 

......

Around six is when Aiden woke up, just before his alarm went off, blaring in his ear. He let's out a heavy sigh and slides out of the bed, almost forgetting he was in the clinic for a second. Not long after John walks in holding his new clothes, giving him a smile.

"Ready?" 

Aiden nods slowly as he walks out from behind the curtain, he has on his white button up shirt with navy blue bottoms and a grey knit sweater. He grabs his bag from John and they set off for class, while walking down the hall, many people pointed and whispered. A few people even had balls to come up and ask if he really gave Brett the roses, which he got really flustered and John had to pull him away.

"Thanks John."

"No problem, it's his fault anyway." John doesn't need to say who, Aiden already knows he meant Brett.

Coming up to his class, Aiden smiles and waves good bye to John. He enters the room and the teacher gives him a shocked look.

"Mr. Bishop, I didn't expect you in class today." Mr. Jade says.

"W-why wouldn't I come to class?" Aiden warily walks closer inside.

"Well after yesterday's incidents Principal O'Neill said to escuse you from classes today?" 

Aiden's jaw drops and he shakes his head quickly.

"Oh n-no I'm fine now, so would it be okay if I came to class?" He sheepishly looks down, feeling his face heat up.

"Of course, happy to see young students come to class even after collapsing." Mr. Jade smiles.

Aiden nods, quickly walking to the back of the class, trying to ignore the stares and conversations drew to him. He sinks down into his seat, avoiding all eye contact; he wraps his arms around his slim torso, his hands slightly gripping onto his sweater. He feels his stomach turn as he hears the whispers of his fellow classmates, the voices of those who made fun of him, those who laughed at him when he was down. He closes his eyes tightly, trying hard not to let the tears rise. Soon the lesson starts, and Mr. Jade goes on and on about Trigonometry which just falls upon deaf ears.

Aiden lays his head down on the desk, closing his eyes as to hope he could sleep through the class. His wish comes true and he sleeps the through class, but not just that class, the rest of the classes for the day as well. He was a walking zombie that day, entering the classroom just to go right to his seat and fall asleep, not once did the teachers call on him either. A few students had to wake him when class was over, one particular was a small girl named Sydney who complimented him on his work in the garden, she said she goes there often and draws the flowers for fun. Now the two walk down the hall towards the food hall, both laughing at a joke Aiden had said.

The two drew closer to the hall when unexpectedly an arm wrapped around Aiden's waist, pulling him back into someone's chest.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow Flower Boy for a sec?" Aiden stills at the sound of Brett's voice.

"U-um well, I-I don't think that's u-up to me." Sydney looks at Aiden, his face tightened in discomfort.

"Hmm, would you like me to borrow you for a sec?" Brett looks down at Aiden.

"No I-"

"He'll see ya later love." Brett turns and drags Aiden down the hall by his waist.

"Let me go, that was rude of you to take me away!" Aiden struggles against his captures arm.

"And I give two fucks? No." 

Aiden sighs in frustration, finally having given up on trying to get away. Brett leads them down a hall and into a room, it looks to be a storage room that hasn't been used in years. Old desk loiter  along the far wall, stacks of chairs that reach the ceiling sit in the corner, dust covers every unmoving object in the room.

"So why did you bring me here?" Aiden looks at Brett, his lips pursed together as he tries to not let his frustration out.

"I wanted to talk." Brett walks up to Aiden, resting his hands on his waist.

"Okay well," Aiden pushes agaisnt his chest. "Why should I talk to you after the stunt you pulled yesterday?"

"Because I'm worried Flower Boy." Brett gives him a small frown.

"Oh really. Why are you worried? You weren't worried after you told the whole goddamn school I gave you roses." Aiden snaps, his hands resting on his hips.

"Because I didn't know it would make you faint." Brett takes another step, his hand resting on Aiden's cheek. 

"Knock it off Brett-" he slaps his hand away. "You don't care, so stop pretending like you do and fuck off. I don't want your disgusting hands touching me." 

Aiden's words cause something to snap somethjng inside Brett, he suddenly grabs Aiden's hand, pulling him forward.

"Oh I disgust you?" His hot breathe hits Aiden's ear. "That hurt my feelings Flower Boy." 

Brett presses his lips on the soft skin under Aiden's earlobe, making him shudder. His hands come up and grip onto Brett's shirt.

"S-stop, you d-don't even like me." Aiden pushes on his chest looking at the taller boy. "So why are you d-doing this?"

Aiden stares at Brett, his question lingers in the air. Brett stares back, his face clear of any emotion as he reaches out, placing his hand on Aiden's cheek.

"Because I wanted to." He leans forward and places his lips on Aiden's, his other hand pulling him closer by the waist.

Aiden wants to pull back, he wants to pull away and slap him, he wants to turn and run, but he does non of that. His body gives in, slowly wrapping his arms around Brett's neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Aiden finally let's go, he didn't know why, but being here, right now, kissing Brett Adams made him feel... special. All his life he's been picked on, bullied for having no parents, bullied for always being the kid in the back alone. Everyone always treated him bad, everyone always treated him differently, everyone always treated him like there was something wrong with him.

But right now being in Brett's arms, kissing him, made him feel alive. He knew that maybe later it will come back to bite him in the ass, but he didn't care, he wanted to finally be able to live life in the moment with out having to worry about the future consequences. Brett walks him back up against a wall, his arm against the wall while his other rest on Aiden's waist. Aiden moans softly onto the kiss as Brett tugs on his bottom lip, his teeth holding tightly onto the soft flesh.

"Damn Aiden-" Brett slides his thigh in between Aiden's legs. "Already like this from a kiss?"

Aiden looks down and whimpers softly at the sight of his hard on through his pants. He looks away, his face a deep scarlet as he bites down on his sore bottom lip; Brett lifts his hand up, resting his fingers under Aiden's chin ad he forces him to look his way.

"Don't you dare look away from me." His voice comes out in a near growl.

He whimpers and nods his head, looking back into Brett's eyes.

"Look at you~" Brett's thigh rubs agaisnt the cloth covered erection, making the smaller boy gasp. "You like that?"

Aiden bites his lip and closes his eyes, he nods his head as he leans back agaisnt the wall. Brett grins and slowly moves his thigh, pushing it softly into between the smaller's thighs, making sure to watch his facial expression carefully. Aiden gasps, reaching up and grips tightly onto his shoulders before looking down at his thigh.

"Mmm-" Brett leans down and nips on the boys neck. "Damn you taste good."

"Ah~" Aiden's lusty moans escaped, making him blush even more.

Brett grinned, his thigh coming up and rubbed harshly against Aiden's lower region.

"Brett, s-stop, dinner." Aiden's hands slide up to his hair and tugs lightly. 

"How can I stop when you look so goddamn sexy?" Brett leans back down, biting sharply onto Aiden's soft pale skin.

"Ah!" Aiden jolts forward, his hard member pushing against the others thigh, Brett's tongue slides over the red flesh, both knowing it'll leave a mark.

Brett moves his thigh, and steps back to look at Aiden.

"Time for dinner." Brett smirks and walks away, giving him a wink before shutting the door behind him.

Aiden stares there, his eyes wide and hair all messy.

"What the fu-"

_______

Aiden walks over to the table with a louder 'huff' as he sits down, drawing the eyes of both his friends.

"Hey man....what happend to you?" John glances at Wendy who just shrugs and gives him a worried look back.

"You look horrible Aiden, rough day?" She smiles at him and sets a hand on his arm.

"No, just stupid Brett." Aiden grumbles as he picks up a fork, poking at a meatball on his plate.

"Is-is he the one that gave you the hickey!?" John points to his neck, informing both Wendy and Aiden of it.

"Wha-"

"Holy shit- he's right, you DO have a hickey!" Wendy gawks at the dark red mark on his flesh, it stands out more against his creamy skin.

The commotion draws the eyes of a few students around, all giving them weird looks.

"Shh- no it's not." Aiden blushes deeply, looking around and giving the people small smiles.

"Then who's it from?!" Wendy whispers, her head low to the table as if they did something bad.

"Well-"

"Um Aiden?"

He turns around and looks up to see Sydney smiling softly down at him; with the lights perfectly aligned behind her, she looks like an angel, which is what she is for stepping in before Aiden made a complete fool of himself.

"Hi Sydney."

"I-I got worried when you and Brett didn't come back so I thought I would wait for you in here." Aiden frowns, looking back at his friends and see them both staring at him already with their mouths stuttering open and closed like a fish out of water.

"I'm so sorry Sydney, why don't you sit with us?" He taps the seat next to him.

"Oh no, I-I couldn't intrude, and besides, my girlfriend is waiting for me at our table." She points back behind her towards the table that the rebels sat at.

Along the table were all the kids that either: get detention every week, vandalize the school, get caught smoking, or rode a motorcycle on school grounds.

"Oh-" Wendy smiles up at her, nervousness written along the knitting of her brow.

"Rachel isn't as mean as she looks, she's really a softy at heart." Sydney smiles back at Rachel, who sends a wink back.

"Oh well, see you tomorrow in English?" Aiden smiles.

"Oh yeah, of course...um Aiden, how did you get that bruise on your neck?" Sydney tilts her head, her small finger point towards his neck.

"O-oh um... I hit it on a tree branch while walking through the forest yesterday!" Aiden let's out a quiet sigh when she nods her head.

"Oh well, maybe put on some ice-" a loud whistle draws their attention and they all look back at Rachel, who points finger at Sydney signaling she come back. "S-sorry, I have to go now."

They wave good bye before she turns and leaves, Aiden turns back around, feeling his face is flushed. Wendy just gives him a look before going back to eating.