"Los I'm sorry." Logan said as he knocked on the toilet door that he could hear his Latino lover crying behind. "It just came out... I didn't mean to say it." He pleaded.

"This is the beginning of the end Logan... I know it." Carlos said through his emotional sniffs as he hid his face behind the plastic coated door of the cubical.

"What? No it's not! Why is it?" Logan said in a shrill voice. He had no intention of letting Carlos go.

"Your mom knows now, which means your dad will know and you are scared Logan! That's why you are using hateful words... You are ashamed of yourself... You are ashamed of me." Came the heartbroken words that left Carlos' lips.

Logan shook his head to say this wasn't true. "Open the door Carlos... Open the fucking door before I kick it down." Logan threatened.

With a sigh Carlos leaned over from where he was sat on top of the lavatory seat and slid the lock across. The door gently swung open and Carlos made eye contact with his broad looking football player.

"I might be unsure of who I am Los, but I know who you are. I would never be ashamed of you... never! How about after school you help explain to my dad that I like cock." Logan said with a nervous but meaningful smile on his face in the hope that he could cheer his boyfriend up.

"I value my face." Carlos said with a wry chuckle knowing that Logan's father was a mans man and would not appreciate the homosexual ramblings of his sons experimental fuck buddy. Logan wasn't even allowed to cry at his grandmothers funeral because his father had always drummed it in to him that showing any emotion was weak.

"Honestly though Carlos, the way I feel about you is ... It's just amazing, I don't want it to stop. With what happened at my house at lunch... my mom seeing us. Well it's probably a good thing in the long run... I'm sorry I said faggot, I know you hate all that kind of shit." Logan said softly.

Carlos stood up and wrapped his arms around the brown eyed Texans neck. "I'm sorry I'm such a fucking drama queen logie bear, I don't want to change who you are.. I like it that your an arrogant pretend homophobe... it actually turns me on a little." Carlos chuckled as he pressed his lips on to his boyfriends.

Feeling that no other words needed to be said Logan let the kiss continue, he felt exhausted with the days events, his first sexual experience, his mother discovering his secret and his first make up session with Carlos. He allowed his body to relax and take the rare opportunity to be the real person he was in front of the only person that knew him inside and out.

Carlos swept his hand through Logan's hair, the feel of the clean well maintained locks of his boyfriend was a good one. He enjoyed the scent of Logan's breath enter his nostrils and his mouth as the pair shared each others kiss. He relished in the memory of how Logan's stiffness had felt in his mouth earlier.

"I wanna fuck you." Were the words to shakily come out of Logan's mouth as he parted just a centimetre from his lovers lips.

Carlos looked in to the dark brown eyes of the boy he was falling so hard for, more so every day but his heart panged with sadness. "I'm not having sex in the mens toilet." Came the latinos dry reply.

Logan chuckled. "I didn't mean in here jackass... I just meant I'm ready. I'm ready to take that step with you." He clarified.

Carlos blushed at the mistake he had made, but then excitement filled his everybone as the thought of making love to such a hot, athletic muscle bound jock entered his thoughts. "I cant wait." He replied.

"I have the sense to not take your virginity in the mens room, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna stick your dick in my mouth." Replied the footballing hot shot as he closed and locked the toilet door, he then knelt down in front of his gay lover and un bottoned his fly for the second time that day.

Feeling the warmth and wetness of Logan's lips around his shaft again, Carlos stretched his arms out either side of him as his palms placed them selves on the walls of the cubical. His erection being smothered within the mouth of Logan.

"What happened this time Kendall? Was it that Maslow kid again?" Said Mrs Carr who worked part time in the school office and had the key to the first aid room.

Kendall shrugged, not wanting to be a snitch or act like a pussy by moaning about how James had beaten two barrels of crap out of him yet again. "I fell." Came the nasely reply from the tall dirty blonde.

"You seem to be falling a lot lately." Mrs Carr replied as she unlocked the first aid room and opened the door up for Kendall to walk in. "Take a seat." She said as she gestured towards the row of two plastic chairs that sat in the room.

"Clumsy I guess." Kendall replied to which Mrs Carr tutted.

"Kendall you do know that if you go to the principal about James then you can have him thrown off the team... he deserves to lose a few browny points. I've seen first hand at what an idiot that boy is." Mrs Carr said. She was fully against any kind of bullying after having suffered herself at school for six long years at the hands of an overweight girl who liked to take her miserable life out on others.

Kendall shrugged again. "It's not worth it... he isn't worth it. She could do so much better than him." He mumbled out.

Mrs Carr handed Kendall a wet tissue to wipe the drying blood off of his face then applied a packet of instant ice to the bridge of his nose.

"I take it by she, you mean Alex?" Mrs Carr probed. She had seen Alex and James together constantly in the last few months.

Kendall nodded. "She doesn't see what everyone else sees in Maslow... she is besotted with that prick." He sneered. "Sorry ." he added as he realised he just swore in front of a member of the faculty.

"Alex is a nice girl Kendall, but listen to me, because I speak from experience... she isn't the one for you... you can do better than her." She said with a pat on the shoulder of one of the few students that had stood out from the crowd to her in the short few months that the mother of one had been working at the school.

Kendall also knew the truth of Mrs Carr's words but that didn't mean he wanted to believe them.

"Will you be okay for a minute, I have a visitor at the front desk." She said looking through the frosted glass panel of the wall that seperated the reception of the school and the first aid room.

"Sure." Kendall replied as he looked up to the blurry figure that was waiting patiently at the front desk. He took the instant ice pack from Mrs Carr and held it to his nose himself.

Straigtening out the skirt to her new green dress that she wore, Mrs Stephanie Carr walked out to the reception, she enjoyed her job and the extra income had come in handy to book the holiday of a lifetime for her small family of three which included the love of her life, Carl. The most devoted husband in the world... at least according to her.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Mrs Carr said to the young man that had been waiting on the other side of reception. the glare from the small talk-through window that seperated the inside of the school with the visitors area made a kind of halo seem to appear on anyones head that approached the closed off office.

"I have an appointment with the principal." Said the young man who had beads of sweat dripping down his face.

Mrs Carr felt uneasy as she summed up his appearance.

Looking down to the appointment books at her side, Stephanie Carr noticed that the principal of Bridge Park School was in governer meetings for most of the day. "I'm sorry but the principal has been involved with educational meetings since 10 this morning, he isn't free until much later... are you sure you have the right day?" She asked now looking at the large black jacket the boy wore which matched his black hair.

"It's important that I see him!" The dark coated man said in reply, his voice emotionless and his eyes dead from the inside.

Stephanie carr gulped hard. Ïm sorry but you should call back lat-"

"JUST BUZZ THE FUCKING DOOR OPEN" yelled the youth that now pulled a long barralled assault rifle from under his coat and pointed it at the now terrified looking receptionist.

Mrs Carr was frozen to the spot, the only thing that could move were her eyes as she took in the details of the gun that was being pointed to her. She eyed the magazine of bullets that was clipped in to it ready to kill at the press of a trigger.

"PRESS THE BUTTON AND LET ME IN THE FUCKING DOOR OR I WILL KILL YOU." said the deranged man who held his gun with the same steadiness a surgeon would hold a knife.

Mrs Carr looked down to the picture of her son that sat in an ornamental frame on the desk she occupied for 14 hours a week, the picture was taken on his 4th birthday which was just 9 weeks ago. The thought flashed in her mind that although her life may be spared at the hands of the maniac that was losing his patience in the visitors reception, if she did open the door to let the man in to the school campus she doubted very much that the children that attended the school would survive.

With a shake of her trembling head Mrs Carr said her last words. "No." She whispered and vainly attempted to flee the confinds of the office reception through the connecting door to the school.

His heart beating heavily in his chest, kendall had heard the entire nightmare unfold in the next room. He too, was too scared to move and not brave enough to intervene. As gun shot and the sound of breaking glass echoed through his ears he watched in horror as the lifeless body of Mrs Carr fell just outside the first aid room that he was sat in.

Kendall witnessed the side of the office workers head collapse as it hit the carpet-tiles that lay throughout his school. The impact of the bullet had deemed her almost unrecognisable. Her one eye that was still attached to a small piece of face that was still in tact looked staright at him, not blinking and not moving. The ever expanding pool of blood flooding out from under her, staining the green dress that she had once looked nice in.

The shock that Kendall was experiencing made him want to throw up, he wanted to close his eyes and rewind the last 5 minutes of his life. Kendall was sure that this couldn't be his reality.

Sucking in at a sharp breath that wanted to leave his body as much as Kendall wanted to leave his own body, his thoughts of Mrs Carr as she lay dead and mutilated were distracted as the sound of forced entry could be easily heard.

Too scared to look but even more scared to die, Kendall did the only thing he could think of under the intense pressure he now felt and slipped his tall yet slim frame behind the door of the first aid room. Looking down to his feet as he hid, Kendall noticed the pool of blood from Mrs Carr reach his feet, but he didn't have time to mourn or be sick. The only thing that Kendall could do was hold his breath as he heard the crunch of footsteps make their way over broken glass. Looking through the crack of the open door he hid behind, Kendall saw Mrs Carr's killer now on the inside of the school.

The killer nudged the bloodied body of the former mom of one and husband to Carl. he prodded the body as if he were intrigued by it and not just checking to see if she was dead... that much was obvious with the brains of the receptionist now more on the outside of her head than the inside.

Glancing toward the first aid room the disgruntled killer was satisfied that Mrs Carr had been alone and walked off in the direction of the masses of student body of Bridge Park School...

Will update soon x