Not In Commision - Read: Tasting Jeremy 2.0

Chapter Twelve (12)

Matthews p.o.v

"Are you going to be able to go to school?" Owen asked, smoothing out the front of my shirt.

"Ill be fine." I groaned, rolling my eyes. Owen and Tyler let me skip two days because we weren't supposed to be back from camping until today.

"If anything happens..." Owen looked me in the eye, which was weird because he should be taller than me, even by an inch but no, it seemed to be the other way around, but I guess that's what Tyler is for. "Tyler and I have our phones on."

Rolling my eyes yet again, I moved the scarf he was wearing to cover up the fading hickie on his neck.

"See you." I smirked when I seem his face go crimson, giving him a one armed hug I left, shutting the door behind me before opening Tyler's jeep door. "Stop giving your husband hickies that he sucks at hiding." I told Tyler, only to look at him and see him smirking.

"I can't help it if my lips travel certain places on his body. If grandma saw him naked though... Lets just say I'd be dead." He let out a loud chuckle as when he pulled out of the drive way and started off down the road.

"That's sick." I mumbled, "I don't care about Owen and yours sex life." I frowned, trying to get the current image out of my head.

"Please. It's not sex, just foreplay. You would know."

Stiffening, I turned my head to look at him, "Excuse me?"

"Your well over fifteen years old. Keeping this between you and I, Owen was just turning sixteen when he lost his." My face morphed into a weird look.

"He told you the first person he had sex with?"

"No..." He turned into another lane, "I was the first. Well the first who made love to him."

"Then who did he have sex with?"

Tyler let out a dry laugh, "We'll explain it to you one day."

"You two always say that." I noted.

"And it will be that way until Owen feels comfortable with telling you." He nodded, fixing the tie in the rear view mirror, "Anyway, were here." Looking out the window I frowned, we were. I opened the car door, "Matthew." Tyler called. I turned around, slipping my bag on my shoulder, "If anyone gives you trouble, you don't hesitate to call us."

Sighing, I nodded. I don't get, why they care about stuff like this. Everyday kids get beat up ad teased. "I know, bye dad."

"Bye." He smiled.

Shutting the door I watched as Tyler sped out of the parking lot.

It has only been five days since I last came to school, not including the weekend, so their could have been a dramatic change, but nothing happened when I walked in the door, or when I walked to my locker alone, but i didn't expect anybody to be there anyway.

It seemed to only be me, myself, and I until second block. I saw Tyson in the hall but he thankfully didn't see me, i knew it would just be time until he did.

Walking into my second block class, I took a seat in my normal seat, instantly regretting it when I saw Jeremy walk into the class.

My eyes falling downcast, I hope he didn't see me.

"Hey..." There was a knock on my desk and I stiffened, waiting for a rude comment. When I didn't hear one, and hear Jeremy's feet scuff backwards, and throw himself into the chair causing it to bump against mine. If we were talking I would have made a comment, but we werent. So I was going to. The warning bell rang and the class quieted down except for one person, "Matthew." Jeremy hissed quietly, I ignored him. "Please Matt, talk to me." He started to then poke my back, making people cast is glances as the sound of his pen clicking sounded. "Please, Matthew. We need to talk. I have a lot to say." I bit down on my lip slightly hard, shaking my head. He probably just wanted to beat me up or something. "Yes. I do. I recognized a few of my... I noticed things I wouldn't have unle--"