Hey! I decided to try to rush to get this done, that way it would be up before I went camping. When I get back I'm going to read over it and make any changes that I think are needed, so don't get way to attached to this chapter, because it is most likely going to stay, but I will be going through to see if I feel like meking any major changes.

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"Oh my favorite future wrestling legend, how are you?" I heard the coach boom from the other side of the store. I cringed and continued to fold the t-shirts that we had just got in. The coach continued to talk loudly, and the person he was talking to brought up something about needing a bat, "MASTERSON!"

"I'm coming," I shouted, walking to the area the annoying sound had come from, "What type of bat-" I began to ask until I looked up at the person looking for the bat. It was the Wall.

"Hey, your that little blond kid's friend, aren't you?" I stuttered over my thoughts.

"Kind of," I blurted out glaring in his direction. He smirked at me and strutted over to me, putting an arm around me and looking back a the coach.

"Can I have a moment alone with, Jen here?" The wall asked with a pleasant smile. An overly pleasant smile.

"Oh, I see, putting the moves on. HOW YOUTHFUL," The Coach yelled, "Make it quick, Thorton, Masterson has a lot of work to do!" I giggled when the coach said his name and he glared at me. Once the coach was out of earshot he laughed and shoved me away from him.

"I need a bat, to take care of a little queer," He said with a cocky smile. I gaped at him. This guy was really serious.

"I'm not selling you a bat to beat up my friend with," I stated, confused why he would tell me that he was planning to hurt Jude. He smiled and took hold of my arm, dragging me to the dressing room and shoving me in the first stall, closing the door harshly behind him.

"You will sell me a bat," he growled squeezing my arm, "because if you don't, I'll tell coach, and you'll lose your job," he smiled sweetly. My mind raced. I shot him an angry look, but the fear in my eyes overpowered it, making me look like I had just seen a ghost. I couldn't give up my job, but my friends were important too.

"I'm n-not," He moved even closer to my face. I tried to step back, but I felt the back of my leg press against the bench in the room.

"I want the best bat for smashing," He moved closer to my face, to the point where his nose was almost pressed to mine, "It needs to be quick, thick, and hard". His breath was gross. It smelled like a mix of garbage and garlic, or whatever it was he ate for lunch, I guess. I tried to pull away, and run, but he was too strong for me to get away. He tightened his grip on my arms, and I winced at the pain that shot straight through them.

"Fine," I finally mumbled, staring at the ground in shame, "I'll go get you a bat, but you can't hurt anyone," because that's going to stop him.

"No promises," He smiled and let me go. I hurried out of the changing room and grabbed a bat for him. I really don't think he wanted my help, because I just grabbed any bat that was on the shelf. I don't even know which one. The sick fuck just wanted to make me help hurt my friend. I watched as he headed to the counter and followed, watching the coach make happy conversation, and quickly ring the bat through. After the Wall walked away, I quickly ran to tell Coach.

"He's going to hurt my friend with that bat coach! Can't you stop him?" the Coach looked taken aback.

"Don't make up things about him just to get attention from your employer Masterson," he shouted, "That's twenty minutes in the penalty box!" I tried to get him to listen, but he just yelled 'Penalty box!', so finally I sat in the box and slumped down to the floor. Tears threatened at the brim of my eyes, and I stared out to the mall, hoping Jude would walk by so I could warn him. No luck. Not able to think of how to help him, I just sat in my box, hoping for the best, and thinking about how I could have stopped it.

Jude, please don't wander off alone today.

Jude POV

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be right back," I began to walk off from the lemon, when Jonesy caught up with me.

"I'll go with," He smiled down at me. It took us a little while to get back to normal after the kiss, but things seemed to have gone back to the way they were before. We walked to the bathroom, mostly silent, holding hands. It was a new habit we started when we found out that the coach was bothered by us.

"I'll be right back," I laughed as he reluctantly let go of my hand, so that I could go to the bathroom. We had to walk for a bit to get to the east wing bathrooms. They were the only ones that were never gross, because that was the first place that the janitor cleaned. Most of the time it was the only one he actually cleaned.

I walked in through the door and walked up to the urinal. In the middle of going I heard one of the two doors that you could enter through open. There was an entrance that went to the storage space. It makes it easier to stock this bathroom, and if the delivery people had to go, they wouldn't have to search for a restroom.

"Couldn't wait for me outside?" I asked, thinking Jonesy had gotten bored waiting, and came in so he wouldn't be standing alone. I felt a hand grab my shoulder, "Dude, I'm still going, can I at least put it away-," My eyes widened in shock as the arm turned me around to face its owner. The Wall stood above me, bat in hand, glaring with malicious intent in his eyes.

"Hey queer," I held my ground, glaring up at him. It made me feel like a Yorkshire terrier trying to stare down a Mastiff, "You're done" He hissed as he raised the bat. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for him to destroy me with the bat, and wishing that I would have had Jonesy follow me in here. After a few seconds I heard a grunt. I reopened my eyes to see Jonesy holding the bat, and the Wall backing closer to me, pushing me back to the urinal.

"Touch one hair on his head, and I'll annihilate you," Jonesy threatened. I smiled up at him, loving the look of pure anger in his eyes. Being around him so much, and seeing all of the stupid goofy things he did, I sometimes forgot he was a hockey player, and a lot stronger me. The wall had a smug look on his face, and very carefully reached up and plucked a hair out of my head.

"Owe, dude, what was that?" I complained.

"Jude, sit!" Jonesy yelled as he grabbed the Walls shit, and let the bat fall to the ground and fumbled around until it finally rolled off to the stalls. I looked up not sure what he meant, and I saw him start to throw a punch. It was like the whole scenario had gone in slow motion. I fell to the ground and the Wall slammed back into the urinal, and fell on top of me. Jonesy quickly pulled him off of me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up and running out, into the mall. I grabbed the bat before we left and continued on our run to the food court. Wyatt was sitting, talking to Nikki, smiling and laughing. Caitlin was tending to a short middle-aged man at the lemon, when she saw us running up exasperated, with the bat still in my hand.

"Thanks sir, have a good day!" She yelled, closing the lemon, and leaving him standing there.

"You never gave me my lemonade" the man began to say but he just looked to the ground and walked off.

"Guys, what happened?" Caitlin asked, thinking we just did something horrible, and were running away from the scene of the crime.

"I was just attacked," I answered, "Lucky for me Jonesy saved me before I got taken out by this bat," I held up the bat, and handed it over to Caitlin. She stared wide-eyed, and followed us as we continued to head to the table where Nikki and Wyatt were seated.

"Hey, did you guys finally finish off Pokey the Panda," Nikki mused as we walked up, panting and Caitlin holding the bat.

"The Wall tried to off Jude," Jonesy mumbled, a little shook up. Nikki and Wyatt both began to fire questions, and Jonesy kept up with them, for the most part, but I was far too distracted to listen to it.

Jonesy was way to modest. Yeah right. I would have to hear about how he saved my ass for the next couple of weeks. I might end up his slave. What if I have to become his personal foot rubber, or he makes me walk around in a waffle costume for a month? That Jackass. I bet he planned all of this to make me have to listen to him-.

"Hey Jude," Jonesy shoved me a little, to get my attention. I looked up.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Lets head back to my house, you know, just in case the Wall would wake up," I agreed and followed him out to his car, and the rest of the day went by in a blur.

Jonesy POV

When I saw the Wall, and the bat, and Jude, I just snapped. I would have killed him, but once I had the bat, the look of appreciation that Jude gave me calmed me down enough to just punch him, and let his head bang off the urinal. After that I just wanted to get Jude as far away from him as possible.

"So what did you do after you left?" Nikki asked, worried about Jude's safety, "I should have gone with you guys, we could have put an indent in his face," She huffed while Wyatt patted her arm in a small attempt to keep her calm. I smiled at her, and just shook my head.

"I took care of it, but I don't know what he'll do now that the 'queer's' stupid faggy friend punched him out and left him passed out on the floor," Nikki's head shot up. She looked around her pockets for a few seconds before pulling out a small keychain, with a small cylinder shaped thing hanging off of it. She removed it from the keys and handed it to me.

"Pepper spray," She smiled, "Since you can't stay with Jude forever, he can take this," I took it from her and thanked her, before nudging Jude, and leaving before the Wall woke up, or was found passed out on the bathroom floor.

Once we got back to my house we both settled in on the couch and discussed what to do.

"I'm not going to be around all the time, and I know you can't really defend yourself without Sally," he smirked when I called his board by the name he gave it, "So here's a pepper spray, I think you may need it more than me,".

"Are you saying I'm wimpier than you?" He turned on the couch to face me and curled his legs up to his chest. He was way to cute for me to focus.

"Yes," I said bluntly, he smacked me over the head with one of the pillows on the couch, "Don't spray yourself with it, it's horrible when you get it in your eyes,".

"I think the real thing we need to talk about is a permanent plan on what to do about the Wall," Jude moved closer to me, preparing to use both of our brain power to think of a solution, "Thanks for saving me,"

"You would have helped me".

"You're my hero,".

"You're a dork,".

I laughed and nudged him. He looked at me for half a second before leaning in and catching my lips in a kiss. I pushed him back and looked into his eyes. The bright blue eyes looked back at me, questioning why I made him stop.

"Please, don't do this," I said sadly, "I know you always say you aren't gay, but your really sending me mixed signals," I felt bad, because he looked sad and confused. He got up and stood in front of me.

"I don't know what I'm feeling right now," He sat on my lap, and moved his face really close to mine, "it freaks me out," I kind of understood the boat he was in. About a year ago, I was in the that same boat. I pulled his chin down and lightly kissed him on the lips.

"I don't just want to be some experiment to you,"

"You aren't"

"But what if you decide you're not gay?" He laughed and put his head on my shoulder.

"You still think I'm not gay?" He pulled his head up and kissed my cheek, "We spent a nights together that you were so close to me, dude, I had to go to the bathroom to take care of little Jude, who wouldn't shut up,"

"Nice way of putting it," I bit his lip and then kissed him again, "You could have just told me, I would have helped you take care of it," I wiggled my eyebrows, and he smirked.

"Next time I'll be sure to let you," He moved into kiss me, but we heard the door open and moved to sit next to each other.

"Hey Jude," My mom said cheerfully as she walked by. I smiled at her and turned back to Jude.

"So how strong do you think this stuff is?" He asked looking at the pepper spray I gave him. I shrugged.

"I was never sprayed with it, I just know that it's potent, to put it one way," he nodded looking at it. Before I saw it coming, he sprayed it into his eyes.

"AHH!" He screamed and fell to the floor. I watched as he rolled around in pain on the floor.

"I'll get you some water and a rag, moron" I got up and left him roll around, in search of something to keep his eyes from hurting. You picked a really dumb guy to like, I thought to myself, yeah, but he's cute.

Yeah, I know... not that great... but I really will go over it, I promise! Oh and I got tired of not being able to write them as a couple so, yeah. They aren't definantly a couple, but it won't be the whole onesided thing anymore. :)

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