It was dark running up the stairs back to our dorm corridors, the light sensors didn't seem to work in this stairwell. Another thing this stupid school couldn't be bothered to check let alone fix. It scared me to think of what will happen since we ran away from Stout, will I get detention? Will I be suspended? Oh god, what if he calls my father? He will have me killed for this, not even our first day of actual school yet!

"Luke?". Myles spoke softly breaking me from my terrifying train of thought. He still had his face to the floor and his hood pulled further over his face then before.

"Yeah, sorry I was thinking bout something" I chuckled but it just seemed to make him sink lower than before.

"H-Hey what's wrong? Is it Stout? Did he say something that up-" I spoke as comfortingly as possible.

"Yes, Luke! He did! Ya know what forget it. Sorry you didn't get anything to eat". Myles's tone was upsetting, I barely know him yet I just wanna hug him so tight and tell him it's gonna be ok, whatever it is that has made him so upset.

"M-Myles, here I stole some food from the dining hall on our way out... Sorry it's not much". He slowly turned his head around to face towards me and spoke so softly it was hard to hear him, but his tone remained the same, sad.

"Not Hungry, thanks anyway... and... if you don't wanna talk to me again I totally get it". He was making no sense at this point, why wouldn't I want to talk to the only person who showed me some form of kindness in this fucking destroying place they call a school.

"Wh-What? I'm sorry but what do you mean by that? Why wouldn't I wanna talk to you again? You're the only person who has showed real kindness to me since I first stepped in these gates, the others don't give a flying fuck whether I was happy here or if I needed anything. You are the only one I can and want to talk to! So why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm... I" Myles voice sounded so broken like he was gonna cry any second, but he held himself together well and fought out the words that made every piece of this shitty puzzle fall into place.

"I'm gay..."

At that moment Myles looked at me for what felt like the first time in forever, his eyes were red from the tears he was holding back and some even trickled out when he tried speaking again.

"Now you know. Now they all know. That's why they look at me like that! They don't know what it like to- to be hated all because you love someone... The time I spent trying to get help from someone in this fucking place to stop the weird looks, to stop the bullying, to stop the death threats and names I get called just walking in the hallway." Myles was now crying and working his way to the floor cause his legs weakened at the awoken memories.

"I never wanted you to know. I-I thought if you didn't find out you might be friends with me. Everyone in that dining hall looked at you like that because of me, they probably think I've fucked you and now your 'infected' with... it. I'm so sorry because I never wanted this to happen to you, they'll all hate you cause you were seen with me. I suggest you just leave me alone and never talk to me again if you wanna have a chance at surviving here". His words seemed so sincere and the pain he must be feeling all because he strayed from the 'normal' of being straight.

"Hey, listen to me", I try to reach out to him but a sudden shock of memories flash in my mind of Stout talking about his cameras seeing Myles and I together all day in my room. 

"Lets go into one of our rooms, we need to talk". the look on Myles face looked like pure terror and pain mixed together, his handsome face ruined by even the thought of what they've done to him. I give him the kindest smile I have ever given anyone and offered him my hand to help him up. We head into Myles room this time, out of sight from the cameras that piece of crap Stout checks on students through.

Myles and I aren't so different after all.