Er hi there I guess! So I haven't uploaded/been on wattpad in like a million years, but I accidentally found the drafts for this story recently and I totally fell in love with this story again. I just had to try and finish it! I've rewritten the parts that have already been uploaded and I've started writing more, but I can't promise I'll be reliable because, you know, life, but I really want to try and finish this story. I've changed a few bits and bobs here and there and I hope my writings gotten better since I last uploaded. I'm motivated to start writing again and hopefully everyone will enjoy this story. I'm going to try and upload every Sunday after I re-upload the first five chapters and upload the sixth. Hope you enjoy and sorry I took so long to upload. Vote and comment if you like.

The cold air wrapped around the tall boy, who was leaning against the white painted brick wall. A cigarette between his lips. The smoke warming him as it filled his lungs before exhaling it out. It had become a familiar feeling for Isaac Houton now, after so many years of smoking. It offered a strange sort of comfort, a calming sensation. Normally, Isaac would not be found anywhere near the changing rooms at his school, but he was waiting for Elliot Johnan, to come out of football practice. Isaac blamed himself really for being there, he shouldn't have agreed to an I owe you with Elliot Johnan of all people. The idiot owed Isaac weed and had been avoiding him all week. Now, Isaac was wasting his precious time waiting for weed that technically already belonged to him, Isaac could literally be doing anything else. Elliot was a fucking twat and Isaac was probably – most definitely – going to end up punching him in the face.

Speaking of the devil, Elliot walked around the corner. Once, Elliot caught sight of Isaac, he stopped dead in his tracks. Isaac couldn't help the wicked grin that spread across his face. It was so much fun being so intimidating. That thought alone, made Isaac tingle with excitement, this was going to be so much fun. Isaac pushed himself up off the wall, before walking over to Elliot. Who hadn't moved a muscle since seeing Isaac, which was stupid. Isaac grabbed him by the collar of his football shirt and shoved him up against the closest wall. The bag in Elliot's hand dropped to the floor, in either fear or shock, as Isaac slammed him against the wall.

"Elliot, you've been avoiding me." Isaac sneered, pushing him harder into the wall. Elliot let out a whimper of pain, Isaac was pushing him further into non-existing space and Elliot was suffering for it.

Elliot's eyes widened, and he let out a whimper, "No, I haven't, I swear. I've just been busy."

"Busy, huh? So busy, you couldn't answer my call? My texts?" Isaac asked angrily, tightening my grip on his collar. He wasn't there to be fucked around, "You've got me running around looking like a clingy desperate whore."

"Look, Isaac, can you just let me go and I'll explain." Elliot begged, raising his hands in surrender. Rookie mistake really.

Isaac laughed, a laugh that sounded evil, "How about you let me explain what's going to happen. You are going to give me the weed you owe me and maybe some more, because you're a class bloke, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Elliot didn't even hesitate, he nodded frantically. His blonde hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, whether it was from football practice or Isaac scaring him, Isaac didn't really care. He was pissed off and Elliot owed him.

Isaac let go of his collar to allow Elliot to lean down to pick up the bag he dropped earlier. Isaac couldn't believe it, was this guy really hiding drugs in his football kit bag? What a fucking idiot. Honestly, Isaac didn't even know why he had given this guy weed in the first place, Elliot was a tool and Isaac was wasting his time trying to sort this epic twat out. Never again. Isaac had learnt his lesson. Jocks were so stupid and should not be trusted. Isaac had to resist the annoyed sigh that was threatening to leave his mouth, as the idiot pulled out a couple of bags of weed, seriously in the football kit bag? Elliot shoved them into Isaac's hand. Elliot wanted this to over as much as Isaac did. Thank fuck for that. Isaac tucked them into the waistband of jeans, before sending Elliot a cheeky wink. As Isaac turned to leave the changing rooms, the other fucktards from the football team walked in. Just Isaac's luck really.

"Els, is this fag bothering you?" Some meathead, Isaac didn't know the name of, asked Elliot. Fag? That was the best they could do? Jocks are so uncreative it physically hurt sometimes.

Elliot shook his head, avoiding the glare Isaac was sending him. In hindsight, Isaac probably should have left instead of standing there shooting daggers into Elliot's head. Elliot didn't want to cause any more trouble, which meant the knuckleheads wouldn't do anything, but Isaac and his big ol' mouth just had to say something and get himself into trouble, big knucklehead sized trouble.

"Of course, I'm not bothering him, if anything it's the other way around. The poor fucker has been badgering me to let him suck my dick all week. I decided that enough was enough and came here to tell him I'd rather suck his." Isaac told them, whilst making a blow job motion with his hand. He threw his arm around Elliot's shoulders, pulling him into him.

This was not the right way to play this situation.

"That's not funny, you fag." The meathead snarled. Homophobia was obviously on the table.

Isaac just had to make it even worse.

"Okay, if you're really that jealous, I can suck you off first." Isaac smirked, cocking his head to the side, looking the meathead up and down as if he was really interested in him.

That really pissed the meathead off.

The guy swung for Isaac, hitting him square in the jaw. The metallic taste that filled Isaac's mouth was bittersweet and Isaac just grinned at the guy. Isaac smiling at him threw him off completely which only made him angrier when he realised that Isaac was going to enjoy this beating. He swung again hitting Isaac in the nose, Isaac could feel the blood running down his face. Deciding that instead of getting his arse kicked, Isaac was going to fight back. He almost felt sorry for the poor bugger.

Isaac swung back at him, landing a solid punch to the meathead's nose, then swinging again and hitting him hard in the stomach. He doubled over in pain. Isaac threw another punch, hitting him straight in the jaw as was bent over. The meathead not expecting it, he fell to the floor. Before, Isaac could even ger a good firm kick in, the rest of the knuckleheads were tackling Isaac. Isaac was lying on the floor getting kicked and punched in every direction. Isaac groaned in pain, but he wasn't trying to stop. There was not point. He was outnumbered.

"What the hell is going on here?" A voice came from somewhere close by. Isaac's face was too busy being smashed into the ground to even try to look at where the voice was coming from, let alone try to figure out who it was.

"Nothing, just teaching this faggot a lesson." One of Isaac's knucklehead abusers sneered at the voice. What a dick.

"Guys, seriously, get the fuck off him. If coach comes around the corner, then we're all in shit." The voice told them, trying to save Isaac. How fucking heroic.

The knuckleheads who were beating Isaac up ignored what the boy was telling them, surely the voice wasn't stupid enough to think that they would actually stop. He must be a jock to, Isaac thought bitterly, if he's that stupid. Apparently, he was a ballsy idiot. The person that the voice belonged to started pulling the knuckleheads away from Isaac.

"Harden, what the fuck are you doing?" I heard Elliot mutter angrily.

Harden? Isaac couldn't fucking believe it. The twat trying to save him was Jake fucking Harden. Today just kept getting so much better. Isaac opened his eyes, to see Jake Harden kneeling down looking at him in concern. Jesus, what was the world coming to.

"I'm fine, Harden, stop looking at me like that." Isaac grumbled, heaving himself up off the floor, slapping away Isaac's hand.

"You don't look fine." Jake muttered. Douche.

"Neither do you and your face hasn't even had the shit kicked out of it." Isaac snapped back at him. Too agitated to care about his stupid comeback, a seven year old could do better.

Isaac was wrong too. Looking at Harden now, damn, that boy was fine. Better than fine. Harden was probably one of the sexiest guys at their pathetic school. He was half Spanish, his tanned skin was flawless, his curly brown hair framed his perfect face perfectly. His face was just so fucking perfect. His jawline could kill a bitch and Isaac would happily die at the hand of that jawline. Isaac couldn't help but notice how great he looked all hot and sweaty. He also noted that now was probably not the best time to be checking Harden out.

Dragging his eyes off of Harden, he looked over at Elliot, shooting him daggers for what felt like the thousandth time today, Isaac decided against his better judgement and swung at Elliot. Isaac's punch landed against his jaw with a loud connection. It was very satisfying. Elliot yelped in pain and stumbled backwards, which made Isaac grin no matter how much it hurt.

"What on Earth is going on down here!" The coach yelled, as he came around the corner, causing the knuckleheads to scarper leaving Elliot, Harden and Isaac. Fucking pussys.

"Nothing, coach." Elliot mumbled, cradling his jaw.

"Nothing, huh? Then what happened to your jaw? Why does Houton look like he just came back from World War Two?" Coach asked sarcastically, "The three of you, detention tomorrow. I will check, Houton so you better be there."

Isaac was not surprised that he the wounded one, was getting detention. Coach hated Isaac, he looked for reasons to stick him in detention. Isaac felt like he was bleeding out. There was an Isaac shaped bloodstain on the floor and of course, Isaac was getting the blame. Out-fucking-rageous. Elliot and Harden protested, while Isaac stood there, dripping even more blood onto the floor. Seriously, this day was turning out to be utter shit, all Isaac wanted was the fucking weed he was owed.

After coach left, Elliot turned to Isaac and started to blame him for his detention. Isaac was really not in the mood.

"Should have given me the weed a week ago then." Isaac pointed out to him. He did not look please. He swore at Isaac before storming off out the changing room. Good riddance, Isaac thought, he was a fucking bitch if he had ever met one. Harden snorted which caused Isaac to look over at him, "Got something to say, Harden?"

"I can't believe you started all this shit for weed." He laughed, he had a nice laugh, what a fucking tool.

"I didn't start this. The fucking meatheads started this shit," Isaac spat out, "It's not my fault can't deal with a little gay, rugby players are so much better. They take the gay." Isaac argued back, wincing as he spoke, his face really hurt.

Harden laughed again, "I'm on the rugby team too, what does that make me?"

"A confused closeted bisexual. Poor you." Isaac said sympathetically, patting Harden's shoulder, pretending to be emotionally hurting for him.

"You got the closeted bisexual part right." He muttered, looking down at the floor.

Isaac snapped his head to look at him, his jaw dropping in surprise. Jake Harden, top striker of the football team, captain of the rugby team, just admitted that he was bisexual. Holy shit, Isaac just died and woke up in gay heaven. Harden just got even hotter.

"Do you have a crush in me? Is that why you saved me? You want to ride this dick, don't you?" Isaac teased, moving closer to him.

"In your dreams. I'm not attracted to idiots who starts fights over weed." Harden snorted, as he pushed past Isaac, walking down the corridor.

"To be fair, I just wanted the weed!" Isaac called after him, Harden turned back to face him and rolled his big brown eyes at Isaac.

Damn, Isaac's face was really starting to hurt, but it was so worth it.