Author: Glitterbaby22 PM
What if it wasn't Justin's senior year in season 1? After the bashing he returns to Saint James Academy for his final year of highshool.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Justin T. & Brian K. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 6,066 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 24 - Follows: 40 - Updated: 06-14-12 - Published: 05-31-12 - id: 8169407
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A/n: So I'm not dead. I know I abandoned everyone for a really long time but I'm back into writing again so I'll hopefully stay at this until the end. This story was posred before but I'm re-uploading it with shiney new beta-ed chapters. I'm going to be uploading a new chapter every Thursday from here on out.
Also; a gazillion thanks to my lovely beta. Candi (bcandii)
"Are you sure you don't want to change schools?"
"Brian, I'm not going to let Hobbs take everything from me. He's already taken my memory, my ability to draw, and my ability to be around people. He is not going to take my last year at St. James!" I stare at Brian pleadingly before wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
"I won't be alone. Daphne's there and they kicked Hobbs out, so I won't have to see him every day." I gaze up at him through my eyelashes and use the sweet tone I know he can't resist. "Please Brian."
He sighs and when he wraps his arms around my waist to pull me close, I know I've won.
"Fine. Do you still have your uniform?" he asks.
"Yeah, it's in the back of the closet."
"Alright, school starts tomorrow, right?"
"Mmmhmm. I've got to be there at 8:30."
"I'm bringing you in and staying until you go into class."
I look up at him with surprised eyes. Before the bashing, Brian didn't even like dropping me off at school. Let alone coming in and staying during the assembly. It's things like this that remind me how much my bashing affected him, too.
"You're going to stay during the start of year assembly?" He must hear the shock in my voice because he glares at me before practically growling in my ear.
"Do you have a problem with that, Sunshine?" I smile as his warm breath tickles my ear.
"No, it's just so... out of character."
"Well, it's your first day back so I figured you want someone there, but if you want someone else to go..." I shake my head slightly, tickling his neck with my hair.
"I want you there with me."
"Okay then." Suddenly he grins seductively and tugs my arm leading me to the bedroom. "Well since we've got to get up so early, we'd better get to bed." I raise my eyebrows before following him into the bedroom.
"Brian, come on! We've got to get there early for me to re-register."
I put on my jacket as Brian walks out of the bathroom in a white V-neck and tight black jeans. He grabs his leather jacket and Gucci sunglasses before pulling me to him by my tie. He presses his lips to mine then pulls back racking his eyes over my body.
"You look hot." I smile before placing my hand on his chest.
"So do you." He runs his fingers through my hair before crushing his mouth to mine again. He nips on my bottom lip demanding access before plunging his tongue in my mouth, twirling it with mine. When we break apart we're both gasping for breath I press my forehead to his and smile.
"We have to go."
"Alright, let's go." He grabs his keys and grabs my hand. He pulled me out of the loft before setting the alarm and closed the door. The lift ride down is silent as is the short ride to school. I undo my seatbelt and turn to Brian.
"Are you sure you want to come in?"
"Yes. I figured I'm paying for you to go here, I might as well see the inside of the building." I narrow my eyes.
"What do you mean you're paying for me to come here?" I asked, irritated.
He looks at me strangely before getting out of the jeep and heading up the walkway. I follow quickly behind him.
"Brian, answer me." I demand.
He turns around and grabs my book bag from my back slinging it over one shoulder.
"I thought your mom told you. Your father won't pay for you to come here anymore. So, I said I would pay for it, if you still wanted to come here." I ball my hands into fists and storm up the walk.
"That goddamn mother-fucking asshole!" A couple passing freshmen give odd looks before returning to their conversation. Brian catches up to me easily with his long legs and falls into step beside me.
"I know he's an asshole, but what can you do? Did you really expect anything from him after all he's done?" I sigh.
He's got a point. I should know better than to expect my father to do anything for me; after all he didn't even visit me in the hospital. 'Neither did Brian and now you're living with him', a voice in the back of my head said. But I quickly shoved that thought away and grab Brian's hand.
"You're right. And thank you."
"Paying for me to come here. And for everything else."
"Yeah, well. I figured since you're going to stick around, I might as well be a little nice to you."
I smile brightly and open the big front door to the school. I take a deep breath before stepping inside and pulling Brian behind me. He immediately slows down and makes a face.
"Ugh, I've never seen so many young breeders in one place."
"I know and I have to deal with them every day." He fake shudders and weaves through the crowd with me in tow.
Finally, we reach the window of the front office where Brian taps impatiently. Our secretary quickly bustles to the window. Mrs. Turner is a short gray-haired woman with a caring smile and kind eyes. I remember her always being nice to me when I came into the office with a split lip or bruised face from Hobbs or another jerk. She turns to us and looks Brian up and down.
"Can help you?" Brian smirks at her once over before answering.
"Yes, we're here to register Justin Taylor for the year." He pulls me closer so she can see me.
She smiles before opening the office door and ushering us in. She leads us to her back office before closing the door. She smiles at me again.
"Justin, it's nice to see you back. How are you doing?" I grimace, I really hate when people ask me that. Before I can answer Brian snaps at her.
"How do you think he's doing? He's got his fucking head bashed in." Mrs. Turner raises her eyebrows and I squeeze Brian's hand calmly.
"Brian!" He squeezes my hand back and lowers his eyes to meet mine.
"Sorry, Sunshine." I frown as he emphasizes the nickname. He knows how much I hate it when he uses it in front of other people.
Mrs. Turner smiles at it before going behind her desk and rummaging through a stack of papers.
"I'm doing better thanks." She smiles again while motioning us onto the small couch in front of her desk.
"That's good to hear. Now, you said you were here to re-register right?"
"Okay so since you've been here before most of your form is already filled out. Have there been any changes to your medical warnings?" Brian takes over now through with his anger.
"He has to avoid anything that could cause him more head damage, so his doctor requested he be taken out of P.E." She nods and jots something down.
"Okay I'll arrange that. What about emergency contacts?" Brian glances at me and I swallow nervously.
We never really discussed this, so I don't really know exactly what to do. All I know is my father doesn't give a shit about me so I definitely want him off that list.
"Remove my dad; Craig Taylor from my emergency contacts list." She looks at me with surprise.
"Are you sure?"
"Uh, okay. Would you like to add someone in his place?" I open my mouth about to say no but Brian cuts me off.
"Put me on there." Mrs. Turner looks to me for conformation and I'm sure my face shows my shock.
"Um, Brian, are you sure?"
"Yes. Justin, I want to know if something happens to you." I smile brightly and she takes this as a conformation.
"I'll need your full name, home, work and cell numbers as well as your home address."
Brian rattles off the information while I sit there quietly. When Mrs. Turner finishes writing everything down and looks to me.
"Is that all that the changes?"
"My address is different." She looks up suddenly interested.
"Your mother moved?"
"Well yes, but I don't live there anymore." Molly goes to school with Mrs. Turner's granddaughter so I'm surprised by the fact she looks shocked by this.
"Oh. Where are you living now then?"
"I'm living with Brian." She finally notices our joined hands. Brian and I share a smirk at her shocked expression. I'm guessing she only now realizes this is the man I brought to prom.
"Oh uh... I'll just copy his address down here and..."
I know what she's reeling over is the obvious age difference and I smile. It's never really bugged me; I love Brian, even though he's twelve years older than me. Anyways, emotionally I'm way older than he is.
"So, onto the payment files." She pulls out another file and opens it retrieves a small booklet. "It says here Craig Taylor is no longer funding your education, but your mother called in about a week after Mr. Taylor informed us of his decision and said she'd be paying from now on. Is that right?"
Brian and I share a look before he turns back to Mrs. Turner.
"Jennifer and I talked it over and I'll be paying for Justin's schooling." Her eyes widened momentarily before she composed herself and quickly jot down the information.
"Okay I believe that's everything." She stands and moves from behind her desk. We follow her back out into the office area and she turns to us handing me a sheet of paper.
"Here's your class list. I am glad you came back this year. Most people figured you would transfer." I grit my teeth.
"Well I decided I wasn't going to let Hobbs chase me from this school like some scared little faggot." She smiles slightly, but I see the shock in her eyes at my casual use of the word.
"That's a good way to think. The assembly starts at the first period bell in the gym and lasts for the entire first class." Her eyes flicker to Brian and she smiles more casually. "Everyone is welcome to attend." I smile brightly and wave as Brian leads me out.
"Thanks Mrs. Turner." Brian pulls me close and whispers in my ear.
"Thank God that's over with. This assembly is going to be hell." I glance up at him.
"You want to leave?"
"No, I said I'd stay. I'm just making an observation." At that moment the bell rings and we head to the gym. "Well, let's get this over with."
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