I wouldn't normally do this but I'm throwing in an 'OC' as you would call them. It's gonna be for just this chapter and its more of an honorable cameo than anything else, I think I need to include him as the story is based on me and this boy from when we were this age.

Anyways, onward!

It was the banging of the cubicle door as it shut and the sound of running footsteps that brought us out of our sexual trance and into red alert. I quickly pull Stan away from my crotch and pull up my jeans, Stan follows suit nearly falling over in the process. We both take one look at each other before taking off out of the bathroom after the unknown spectator.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I hear Stan mutter to himself as we leave, the throngs of students making their way out of class to the cafeteria, we sway and dodge as best we can.

"There!" I shout, pointing over to a light blue hoodie, darting round a corner; the only one running.

We turn the corner and I can see a clearer view of him. He wore a pair of light brown chinos and a baby blue hoodie that he had pulled up. We gain on him.

"MOVE!" Stan roars, crashing through an older group of giggling girls and sending their books, loose sheets and whatever-the-fuck-else they were holding up into the air. We could hear their distant screams and protests as we turned the next corner. The guy looks over his shoulder and I catch a glimpse of his face. It was black.

"Fuck, it's Token" I pant as we carry on after him, bursting through the front doors. Then I remembered Token wasn't wearing those clothes today, so who was this kid?

After chasing him across the main field, In a spectacular leap, Stan tackles him down to the ground. They roll together a few times before coming to a gentle stop at the base of a tree. Stan pulls him up, pins him against the tree by the scruff of his hoodie and takes off the hood so we can see him properly. Nope, this wasn't Token. In fact I've never seen this boy before now and this school was fairly small, nearly all made up of kids from the elementary.

He pushes the kid up against the tree and God, he looks terrified. Like a deer caught in headlights or something to that effect.

"I didn't see anything I swear!" he pleads.

"Shut up!" Stan says angrily. The boy looked about our age, maybe a little younger. He had the same colour hair as his eyes and his skin colour wasnt black at all, maybe it was just the lighting in the school. He had a very light brown complexion and spoke with somewhat of an English accent.

"Who are you?" I ask him, noticing how his lips and nose were almost identical to shape and size, even if not in colour.

"Mo-Mohan" he stammers. "Mohan Kapoor."

Mohan Kapoor? That's Indian isn't it? His skin was a lot lot lighter than an Indian's normally would be but I hadn't heard that name from anywhere else before so it had to be from that region anyways.

"I, I didn't see anything! I swear!" He repeats teary eyed.

"Then why did you run?" I ask him, calmer than Stan who was at this stage, fuming.

"I, I..."

"Don't you fucking dare lie!" Stan hisses maliciously making the boy burst into tears.

"Ease off on him dude" I tell him, pulling his hand away from Mohan's neck. "Calm down, we're just a little upset you um... saw that... and we just want to talk." This seems to work, he wipes his eyes and sniffles before looking back up at us.

"I just went in and, I thoughts someone was getting hurt and I opened the door-"

"Shut up, we get it" I deadpan, pinching the bridge of my nose. Stan still looked fairly unsettled, clearly he was more bothered about this than I was.

"I, I wont tell anyone I swear to God!"

"You're fucking right you won't" Stan hissed "or I will find you and you will pay. BIG time." Mohan gulped. With that, Stan turned and headed off toward the school, I knew I would have to talk to him about this mess, get him to calm down. I looked down at the soppy, sniveling mess that stood before me. I could tell this guy was as green as a blade of grass, no way he'd say a word.

Still, I felt bad for him. He didn't plan to walk in on the two of us, now he was practically being assaulted for it. He did nothing wrong.

"Who are you?" I ask. "I mean, I know your name and all but I've never seen you around. Where you from?"

"I moved from England a few weeks ago" he sniffed.

"Oh, you're British are you?"

"Part English, part Indian and part Polish" he replied.

"Wow" I snort "that's like, an international cocktail"

"Yeah" he chuckles "so I've been told, dad was Indian, mother was Polish, I was born in England." There was an awkward silence before he spoke again, I decided not to elaborate or press him on how his parents were Indian and Polish. "I'm serious, I wont tell anyone, you know? I barely know anyone here myself so I couldn't tell anyone anything anyway."

"Yeah, I know, it's cool." I extend my hand to him, giving him a friendly smile. "I'm Kyle" he shakes it.

"My uhm, boyfriend is Stan. He's a bit of a hot head so just steer clear of him." I paused to reflect on what I had just said. It was the first time I had ever referred to Stan like that, it felt weird still but nice. Like a piece of a puzzle that wasn't meant to fit but just does and even better than anything else possibly could.

Yet for some reason, it felt wrong saying it to this stranger.

"Look" I sigh, noticing I was getting dangerously close to being late for our second chemistry of the day. That and for some reason I felt like staying with Mohan forever. "I've gotta bounce. Really dude, I'm sorry you had to see that and... thanks for being so cool about it."

"Maybe we could be friends?" Mohan smiles hopefully, his teeth astonishingly white and well-kept.

"That sounds great, I'll see you around and introduce you to the guys" I smile back at him. Then, like I'm not even doing it, I reach out to hug him. I quickly pull myself away, shocked at myself. Without a word, he smiles warmly before turning around and heading towards the main building.

Then something else happened that I can't explain. Well, two things. "I miss you" I say aloud as he walks off. I slapped my hand over mouth as soon as I said it, even though I don't think he heard me and then I noticed the next abnormality; a big fat tear splashing on the ground, followed by another then another. I was crying! I didn't know what was going on, it was like there was this other person in me that suddenly decided to just burst and get all emotional all of a sudden. It got so bad that I had to lean against the wall, as if I was unable to hold myself up anymore. I laughed at the situation in between harsh, rib-wracking sobs.

"Dammit! Pull yourself together!" I mutter aloud to myself, almost angrily. I collect myself, then go inside and look around the near-empty school hallways.

Mohan is gone.

...

The rest of the school day was spent without a word between me and Stan. To my delight, everything seemed patched up between me and everyone I had fucked over before. We spent time chatting after school as we walked home just like we used to, something I thought to be impossible this morning.

"Well aren't you going in?" asked Clyde.

"Umm no, I'm going to Stan's for a bit" I said hesitantly, looking at him for reassurance.

"Yeah" he replied plainly.

"Wow it's like you're living there or something-Ow!" said Clyde laughing, then wincing when Token hit him. They waved as they turned off down their street leaving us alone to each other.

"So..." I begin, breaking the immense tension between us but I'm cut off.

"It's ok, I know it was a total one-off accident" he says, not what I was going for but ok... "It's just..." he trails off.

"What?" I ask, almost impatiently.

"If my folks or people at school found out about us-"

"So what? I'm just going to be treated like a dirty secret is it?

"Come on, you know that's not how it is. It's just, life will be unbearable for me, you know? If my family found out that is, and I really care about them too you know?" I started to get flushed. The nerve, the fucking CHEEK of him! To talk to ME about family!

"Well I seem to be managing just fine dick hole!" was what I was about to say when we turned onto Stan's street but I didn't. Instead, we were greeted by a mob of spectators to flashing red/white lights and an open ambulance.

You couldn't really notice much in the vast white surroundings. Two paramedics were wheeling a stretcher into the back of it. What was being carried, that was what I could see straight away, Stan's bag slumped off from his shoulders and I knew that he could spot it a mile away too;

The black body bag.

I love cliffhangers hehehe...

I plan for the next chapter to be fairly big so stick around, even if for a while, coz it'll be worth it! Thanks for the continuing support!