"I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Hayner threw the door of the truck open with his good arm and took off running before Seifer was even out of the vehicle. He heard the cry of,

"Hayner!" behind him but didn't stop.

He couldn't.

Hayner leaned against the trunk of a tree breathing hard. He'd run away from Seifer, again. He seemed like that's all he ever did anymore. With shaking hands he reached into his vest and pulled out his last cigarette. He lit it and took a deep drag. So much had happened it seemed like it had been years, not days.

Everything has been changing way to fast for him, a day ago he would have freaked out if Seifer had so much as brushed against him, and now they'd kissed, twice. Hayner touched his lips at the memory then groaned the the thought. He shook his head to clear the feeling and the butterflies that had grown in his stomach.

He'd let Seifer take him to a doctor, let Seifer hold his hand, let Seifer see him, let Seifer be near him, and look what happened! His whole life flipped so badly he might never be able to put it back to the way it was.

Maybe things shouldn't go back to the way they were.

Hayner groaned and lowered himself on to the ground. Great, the last thing he needed was to have an argument with himself. He knew better, nothing good would come of this new way. But the thought was stuck and replayed in his mind over and over.

He took another long drag and rubbed his temple gently. So much had happened since that morning it felt like years. His father, the school, Seifer, and then the clinic had drained so much that all he wanted was to curl up on his ratty mattress and sleep.

He groaned again as he thought of the bully. What was with him anyway? Did Seifer like him?

Nah, couldn't be. Seifer had dated girls, Hayner knew this for a fact, so he couldn't be gay let alone gay for him, so that was out.

Hayner just didn't understand the guy, if he didn't like him, why in gods name fallow him around like he was? Why bother if their wasn't something in it for him?

"Ouch!" Hayner swore as the cigarette smoldered through the last of the paper and the hot cherry burned his fingers. He sighed and dropped it onto the ground, stubbing it out with his foot. He'd done enough thinking for one night, at least on the topic of Seifer. He took a deep breath and slowly started walking home.

Pain.

It was everywhere. All round him, like a knife confused into thinking it was a needle. Going completely through him only to turn around and stab its way out again, pulling an invisible string behind it that tightened with each pull.

He wanted to scream. He wanted so badly to open his mouth and let out a never ending sound that would carry with it all the pain he was in. But he couldn't, the string was rapped around his throat from the inside, strangling his vocal cords. It would tighten so tight he would never be able to speak again.

Pain wasnt the only thing however, there were sights and smells and sounds and feelings. If he opened his scrunched eyes he's see a dimily lit alley and a face he didnt know. If he took a deep breath, he'd smell sweat and cigars. If he listened he'd hear the labored breaths, grunts, and moans of the man, along with the sickening sound of skin hititng skin. If he felt passed the pain, he'd feel the man he didnt know force himself inside of him. He'd feel him pull out and in, and out and in and out and-

"Heh, like bitch like boy."

Hayner stood up in bed, his eyes wildly searching the room. "He isn't here. He isn't here. He isn't here." he mutter rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. He took several deep breaths before removing them from his face.

The sun was just beginning to break through his small window, and Hayner swore softly-he still had a few hours before school, but he knew there was no way he would be falling back asleep anytime soon.

School, that thought made him a little sad. Today was Thursday, so tomorrow would be his last day. He chewed his lip slightly, should he even go? There wasn't much for him, a few nameless faces here and there, teachers who's fake concern chocked him, and a best friend who he couldn't tell anything to.

There was only one reason he should go.

His mother.

But there was also one reason he really shouldn't go.

Seifer.

So there Hayner sat, watching the sun slowly rise and fill his run down bedroom with warm light as he deiced what to do. His mother always wanted him to go to school, to make something of his life, something more than she had. But Seifer, he didn't know how'd the bully would react now he knew that Hayners Father was the reason for all his pain. He could do anything, and that thought scared him. A lot.

Hayner fisted his sheet for a second, squeezing his eyes shut. Let his mothers wish go on for one more day, or hide like a frightened rabbit?

Hayner threw the covers off of his legs.

Hayner griped the strap of his backpack as he entered the building. He let his eyes search the hallway around his locker and found it empty. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened it. He began pulling out all of his books-he might be able to figure some of the stuff out later, home school himself a little.

He had just finished cleaning out his locker and shoving all the books into his bag when a voice made him freeze.

Seifer was talking quietly with Rai and Fuu as they walked through the halls. Hayner made his hand keep moving to shoulder his bag and tried to not look at Seifer. Seifer walked right past him.

Hayner bowed his head and took a steadying breath. It made sense, why stick around when someone didn't want your help? And Hayner definitely didn't want Seifer help.

So why did it hurt so much?

Hayner gritted his teeth and moved to class.

The rest of the went in the same fashion as the morning, Seifer didn't talk to him, didn't even look at him.

And for a reason Hayner couldn't figure out, that hurt worse than any beating his dad had given him.

Classes where the same as they'd always been, yet Hayner felt the difference, it weighted differently on his mind. Suddenly every question he needed to answer and every note needed to be taken down. Which, with Seifer not even looking at him, taking notes was a welcomed distraction. Hayner paused writing for a second, why was he even a distraction? Hayner shouldn't care! They where enemies!

Hayner kept repeating that, trying to convince himself, but every time thought about it the less he believed it.

At lunch Hayner had planned on heading to the boys bathroom, hiding there till the bell sounded, and arrive late to class- and with good reason, Seifer and Roxas where both in said class. He made his way up the stairs slowly, not bothering to try and hurry from the hall, everyone else would already be in the cafeteria. The high windows of the stairwell cast a warm blanket onto the linoleum floor. Any other moment Hayner would have taken the rare moment to simply enjoy its warmth.

But this wasn't just any moment.

Hayner froze.

Seifer.

He leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs, arms crossed over his broad chest and his beanie hanging halfway out the front pocket of his jeans. And he was staring right at Hayner.

"Tell me again how you hurt your wrist?" He pushed himself off the wall and started down the steps.

Rule Nine of Lying: Keep all lies straight.

Hayner swallowed heavily. " I was fixing the upstairs window. I fell off the later." Seifer nodded and walked to the bottom, stopping short of Hayner.

"And your back?" Seifer gave him a hard stair.

"Got into a fight on my way home."

"And that gash on your forehead?"

Hayner touched it the large bandage slightly "I got up in the middle of the night, it was dark and I ran into my door."

"What about your legs?"

"I fell off my skateboard."

"And your room is on the second floor?"

Hayner gave him a confused look "Yeah."

"The same with the window you were fixing when you fell off and hurt your back?"

"Yes I-" Hayner stopped and realized it a second after it was to late.

Seifer got him.

He caught him in his own lie.

The moment after he realized it Seifer's arm shot out and pushed Hayner's chest hard. Hayner went backwards into the wall, and Seifer was on him in seconds. The kiss was rough and crushing, Seifers' hands curling to the back of Hayners head. Hayner pushed against Seifer, tried to pull back, but were he went, Seifer fallowed. Seifer kept kissing, but started gently rubbing the back of Hayners neck, and soon, he relaxed into the kiss.

And in that moment, that one moment when Hayner relaxed and calmed, the kiss changed. It was slow and sweet, both parties giving and being very thorough. When the need for air won against the need for contact they parted and Hayner buried his head into Seifers shoulder. Seifer rapped his arms around the smaller blond and rested his head on top of the others.

"Why can't you just tell me?" Seifer said, voice strangely soft.

Hayner closed his eyes against the raging screams to run, to not tell, and was surprised when he heard his own voice. "Because you'll think I'm weak."

Haha, hey guys. Remember me? The dead girl? I brought you a present? Please don't throw things at me! This was hard! Things are hard, but I WILL finish this story if it kills me...it just may take forever and a fucking half. Thanks to everyone who is still with me, its almost over! Love you guys

Also really sorry but i was in a hurry to put this up so its unbeta'd. Please forgive grammar mistakes :)