Your Take On Forever

"Guys, back off. John is going to be sitting with us, and if you don't like it, you can leave and go sit by yourself," Randy said. No one moved. "Didn't think so." Everyone glanced at John one last time before going back to their lunch.

John glanced up at Randy. "Thanks..." He whispered before slowly eating his food again. He didn't think Randy would do something like that. He still had a long way tog o before he trusted Randy. He didn't wanna get hurt.

Randy nodded and smiled. "Oh, and Maryse? I'm done with you. We're over?" he said. Maryse's mouth dropped and she got up, storming off, muttering in French.

John frowned. "Why would you do that?" He asked, a little confused as to why Randy would so suddenly break up with the hottest girl in school... not that she was very attractive to John.

"Because I have my sights set on someone else," Randy replied, looking at John.

John bit his lip as he looked up at Randy. "And who would that be?" He asked quietly as he looked back down at his lap.

"You," Randy whispered in his ear before going back to his meal, which was Subway.

John looked at him for a minute before going back to eating. He only ate half his food before getting up and throwing it away. The bell rang, and John hurried to his next class, wanting to avoid the stares and abuse he usually received in the halls.

Randy sighed. He had wanted to walk John to class. He knew that this was going to take awhile but John was worth it. He say down behind John and bit his lip.

The teacher was out of the room, and the kids started teasing John like always, throwing things at him and calling him names. John tried to get up and leave, but the teacher returned and told him to sit down. John's face turned red, his eyes watering. He buried his face in his hands, trying to will the tears away, his body trembling if only a little.

When Randy saw how upset John was getting, he realized what he had done to him. It pissed him off. He got up, standing next to John. "Every one of you needs to fuck off. Leave John alone or you'll answer to me," he growled, turning to John when everyone left. "You okay?" he asked quietly.

John shook his head, hiding his face in his arms that were folded int he desk, trying to become as small as possible. Silent tears started racing down his hidden face, his back shaking slightly as he silently cried. His face was beat red with humiliation that he couldn't keep it together in front of the entire class.

Randy picked John up, letting him bury his face in his neck. He ignored the teacher and walked to the bathroom, setting John on the counter and looking at him, wiping his tears with his thumb.

John cried, more tears running down his cheeks. "I-I hate m-my life..." He cried, taking off his glasses as Randy wiped his eyes. He wanted to go home... but his parents weren't home, and he didn't have a car or a key as he had lost it. "I... I hate this..." He whimpered, feeling and looking so broken... so tormented.

Randy sighed. "Come on. We'll go to my house, okay? Skip the rest of the day," he said and picked John back up.

John hesitated at that, feeling a little scared. But after what Randy had done... he was starting to believe he was sincere. "O-Okay." He whispered.

Randy smiled slighty and brought John out to his truck, setting him in the passenger seat before getting into the drivers seat and driving to his house.

John sunk down in his seat, sighing slightly as Randy drove. He never though this would happen to him... that the most popular kid in school and worse bully would be sticking up for him. Even if it was trap... he;d enjoy it while it lasted.

When they arrived at his house, Randy got out and walked over to Johns side, opening the door and holding out his hand.

John smiled slightly, taking Randy's hand and following him into the big house, biting his lips as he looked around.

Randy walked through the house, up a flight of marble stairs and down a long hallway until they reached a red door. Randy typed in a code on the keypad next to the door and it beeped and a green light flashed. Randy opened the door to reveal a huge room with a king size bed. He walked in and shut the door, sitting on his bed and pulling John next to him.

John chewed on his lip, feeling very small in the huge room. His own house was large, but not this large. "Wow... nice place." He said quietly, glancing around the large bedroom. He felt out of place again, like he didn't belong here with Randy. "Um, w-where's the bathroom?" He asked softly.

Randy pointed to a door, smiling slightly.

John nodded and headed in the bathroom. he did his business before looking at himself in the mirror. He fixed his hair, washing his face as it had tear streaks on it. He sighed, slipping on his glasses, wishing he had his contacts before heading back into the room, sitting next to Randy. "T-Thanks... for sticking up for me at school..." He whispered.

"I told you, I got my eyes on you. I'll prove it anyway I can," Randy replied.