Warnings: non-con, abuse (will stick to the T rating)

Jamie sat on the red plush chair in the men's restroom. He stared at his slouched reflection in the wall long mirror. It was interesting how the boys had mirrors and complimentary bottles of hairspray and even heating irons when the stereotypical male didn't give his appearance that much thought. Jamie remembered how the location for last year's prom didn't have the hair products out for the boys.

He watched dully as a group of three boys toyed with the hair curlers on their shoulder length hair. One of the boys joked about how he knew growing out his hair was worth it. At the far end of the mirror a wiry boy was spritzing his hair all over with strong hold spray. He spiked his short strands up, laughing at his reflection and shouting for the other guys to look at him. The others rushed over to touch his stiff hair and gushed over it in their manly ways.

They were having a great time, laughing and poking at each other's 'dos. Jamie wished he was having an equally great time. A mildly great time would suffice at this point. Prom was going terribly for Jamie. He had the misfortune of taking one of the most stuck-up, egocentric guys in the whole school district. Jakob Jerrings – J.J. for short - was known district wide for his rich parents (his father was a founding CEO of a finance company and his mother was the CEO of an online business).

Jakob's popularity was also due to his three school moves. In one school he got heartbroken when his boyfriend ended their relationship. His parents made a bullshit excuse about a better business program at another school to get him transferred. Then he got into a fight with his girlfriend over a cheating scandal and ended up breaking the arms of two other guys. The truth got warped into him defending himself from "the bottom 20%" who were jealous about his financial status. Jamie wasn't sure how many transfers a student could have, but with Jakob's status in society, he probably would be given endless transfers, no matter what his reason was.

Jamie closed his eyes until someone snapped in front of his face.

"You awake?"

OMG perfectly describes what went through Jamie's mind when he saw the cute brunette standing in front of him. OMG because the boy had deep blue eyes that went on forever and ever. OMG because the boy's voice was deep but not overly so, like only 5% of the boys who attended Burgess High. OMG because this boy did not go to BHS and it was such a shame that Jamie had never seen such a more beautiful face – or had the honor or seeing it on a day-to-day basis. And OMG because the boy was smiling and it was stealing away Jamie's comprehension on why the hell Jamie was sitting in the bathroom.

"U-uh I-I'm – yeah I'm awake." Jamie sat up straighter, sucking in his gut even though he didn't have one. He was skinny, skinny enough that his health teacher had asked if he was eating alright.

"The party's going on outside." The boy pointed at the bathroom's double door entrance. People milled in the hallway, laughing and chatting over the deep booms of the bass. "Are you waiting for someone?"

Jamie opened his mouth, but Jakob, who had just finished his bathroom business (which had taken over five minutes), stepped in and answered in a gruff voice, "He's waiting for me."

Jamie lowered his gaze shamefully; now his first impression had gone to shit.

"J.J? Long time no see!" The boy sounded glad to see Jakob, and Jamie's hopes of something unknown were shattered – until he saw the look on the boy's face. "This your new boyfriend? Congrats, man! It's not like you to go a month without a date. What's his name?"

Jakob ignored him and took Jamie's hand not too gently. "Let's go."

Jamie wished the boy knew he wasn't dating Jakob. They were just dates for the night. Incompatible dates. As Jamie was dragged to the dance floor, the boy watched after him. His friendly smile disappeared into one of contained anger. There was a lot burning in him. Jamie could tell from the deep blue of his eyes. Even as the distance between them grew, Jamie could see the pent up anger in the boy's blue eyes.

#

"Come here," Jakob whispered into Jamie's ear, "You're supposed to enjoy this. Prom's not forever."

Jamie settled himself into the too common dance position of couples. He pressed the back of his body against the front of Jakob's, hands on top of the large ones gripping the "v" where his thighs met his waist.

"That's better." Jakob dropped his chin on Jamie's shoulder and pressed a wet kiss to his neck. "I'm so glad you came with me."

"Me too," Jamie muttered.

"You don't sound like it." Jakob bit Jamie's earlobe hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. His fingers became blunt weapons pressing into Jamie's flesh. "Are you really glad?"

"Really!" Jamie chirped and ground his bottom into Jakob's groin, copying the other couples surrounding them. He followed their rhythm, which went against the rhythm of the song. Like it mattered to them. "I'm really glad."

#

Jamie downed his second cup of water and tossed the empty plastic into the trash. He grabbed a third cup and downed it in a similar fashion: chugging it down despite the burn of his lungs.

Dancing with Jakob had tired him out. His thighs were sore from where Jakob had pressed him closer, his knees were sore from having to pivot so much to deepen his angle of grinding, and his head was sore from the pounding of the bass.

He tossed the cup and then retired to the plush benches lining the hallway. He sat on the furthest one, along a stained glass window and near the elevators. A security guard was leaning against the wall in front of the elevators. He raised an eyebrow at Jamie and then continued to monitor the busier part of the hall.

Jakob had found several of his jock friends from other schools who had been invited to the BHS prom. He had introduced Jamie to them as if he was a prize and Jakob was the lucky winner. Jamie had never felt so objectified in his life. He relished how Jakob's friends feigned interest in him and seemed eager to send him off. Jamie was relieved when Jakob sent him off to do whatever he wanted – as long as it didn't involve other boys. Jamie knew he specially was referring to the brunette from the bathroom.

Jamie lied on the bench after sitting properly for minutes. He folded his arm under his head and closed his eyes, drifting off into a world where he was still awake, but not as aware of his surroundings. There was a pattern to the conversations ringing in the hall and floating in from the video game room. The flow of the low voices to the loud voices almost lulled him to sleep.

He was close to sleep when a hand dropped on his knee. "Hey, babe, wake up."

Jamie expected to see Jakob, but instead he saw the brunette from before.

"O-oh! Hi!"

"We've got to stop meeting like this." The boy chuckled and gently tapped Jamie's leg. His touch was warm and sent excited shivers down Jamie's spine.

Jamie shifted to a proper sitting position, only vaguely aware of how pissed this would make Jakob; he felt safe around this boy though. Really safe.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you my name. I'm Jack."

They shook hands, and Jamie nearly doubled over at how warm and soft and strong Jack's hand was. He didn't want to let go. Jack's hand made him feel safe. Jamie blushed at how Jack's hand lingered longer than was typical for a friendly handshake.

"Jakob's a bad guy," Jack said, voice solemn and his point very obvious. Jamie looked at him, shocked but thrilled at how concerned a near stranger was for his wellbeing. Jamie couldn't tear his eyes from Jack's; their blue seas held him captive, like a sailor and a siren – but without the jumping overboard and drowning. Jamie was sinking enough in Jack's eyes.

Jamie agreed and then quickly stole a peek at their connected hands when Jack blinked. "I just couldn't say 'no'. You know what he does when he doesn't get what he wants." He was surprised to hear his own voice be solid. "I still can't say 'no'."

"I saw you two dancing. He bit you."

"Because I didn't do what he wanted." Jamie scared himself with his reasoning. If he didn't do what Jakob wanted, he would be punished. He had heard rumors of what Jakob had done to his past girlfriends and boyfriends. Jamie didn't want to be proof to them.

"He's going to want sex. You do know that?"

Jamie had thought of that. He had thought of that many times actually. "I-I know."

"You have to say 'no'."

"I don't know how!" Jamie jerked his hand away and stood up. "I'm sorry. I just – I just-"

"Jack! What the hell are you doing?" Jakob bellowed. He stormed to them, pushing aside boys and girls with fury trailing him in the form of three jocks.

Jamie looked from Jakob to Jack, unsure of everything. Stay or go? Stand his ground or flee? Jamie left the decision to Jakob. He stood still as his date yanked his by his wrist. He slammed into Jakob's side and stumbled forward, and then was painfully pulled to Jakob's side with a forceful tug.

Jack stood, his fists clenched and his eyebrows drawn tight together. "Let him go."

"Did he hurt you?" Jakob asked Jamie, his voice disgustingly caring.

"You're hurting him," Jack snapped. He stepped forward.

Jakob's mini-army stepped around Jakob in response.

"Block him," Jakob told his minions and turned around, towing Jamie at his side. "Stay by my side the rest of the night," he ground into Jamie's ear. His grip tightened until he was twisting the flesh of Jamie's wrist. Jamie bit his lip instead of voicing his pain.

Through teary eyes Jamie nodded.

A/N: Part of rollingstarr's prompt.

Next update should be in a week to two. I don't know how long this is going to be. Maybe two or three chapters.

Warnings will apply to all chapters.