The story of me : Part 2

I wake up. I could feel Beaus slow, deep breathing. He was laying on top of me with his head on my chest. The T.V. still on from last night showing the re-run of last nights game. It lit up the whole room, I felt around for the remote. Found it and turned off the T.V. I loved the sound of quiet in the early morning.

All I could hear is beaus steady breathing. He seems finally at peace, after the long night before. I couldnt help but feel bad for him, unknowing what lies in store for him later at school. I went through times when I thought that hell was a better place than at my school. " Beau" I said, trying to get him up. " we gotta get up for school man." He was so hot laying there naked. I shook him a little, " what?" He said in a tired voice, "we gotta get up man" he lifted his head, got up and grabbed his clothes out of his back pack, " im gunna go get changed" he said quietly " I will too" I got up and headed into my closet, picked up my old U2 t shirt, my blue shorts and boxers and got changed.

Later on, we headed to school. We walked in, holding hands and not giving a fuck of anyone saw us. Until someone threw something at Beau, it was a small book. Somebody screamed, " fucking homo" I blew a head gasket " what the fuck is your problem asshole?" "you, and your faggot friend" he replied "what are you gunna do?" I said in my heavy boston accent. Before I could speak he came with a huge right hook and caught me in the jaw. I fell to the ground and blacked out for a few mins. I woke up with a firefighter standing over me. Beau was right next to me and a huge black cop taking the kid out in cuffs.

" what the unholy fuck happened?" The firefighter said " you were punched out cold for 20 mins but you should be fine, your dad is coming to bring you home" " what about beau?"....