Chapter 4

Lance

He looked at his time.

"7:54."

He was running late, but of course, he didn't care. He had intentionally missed the bus, like he had been doing since the beginning of the week. He just couldn't stand sharing a space with those clowns overdosed on hormones. He thought it was enough that he had to spend half of his day with them in class. Lance walked to his mirror and put on his black hoodie. He stood there staring at himself for a while and as he did, he was slightly surprised at the look of disgust on the facial expression of his reflection. He picked up his backpack, hung it over his shoulders and left his room.

He made his way down stairs and across the dinning table, completely ignoring his dad and his little sister having breakfast.

"Lance," he heard his mother's voice and immediately rolled his eyes before he looked back.

"Yes?"

"Aren't you having breakfast?" She asked.

"No," He replied before he started to move towards the door.

"Maybe I can drop you off while I..."

"I'm fine," Lance growled a reply to his father through his teeth. He pushed open the back door, ignored his father calling him back and was out of the house.

He would rather walk all the way to school than them dropping him off. He didn't want to enter thier cars for any reason. He didn't want to be anywhere near them. He slowly began to realise that he sooner he left this house, the better for him.

"Fake retards," Lance thought to himself as he pulled the top of his hoodie over his head and dug his hand into his pocket as he kept walking.

Chapter 3

Trevor


By seven-thirty the next morning, Trevor was already pressing the horn of his corolla right infront of Lisa's house; just like he did every other school morning. After three loud horns in an interval of about a thirty seconds. He there waiting before his eyes began scanning Lisa pristine white house; a perfect suburban set up. His eyes travelled up to Lisa's room window and he immediately cringed when he remembered his ordeal last night.

Lisa's father was now knocking loudly in quick succession when he realised his daughter was taking too long to open up.

"Lisa," the man called. "Are you okay in there?"

"Uhm...Yea..yes dad," she replied as we both darted from one corner of the room to the other; picking up our clothes.

As Trevor quickly pulled up his jeans, he looked over at his girlfriend and mouthed a "What do we do now?"

Lisa replied with an equally soundless "Out the window" as she pointed to her room window.

Trevor followed her pointing fingers and faced her again with widened eyes. "No way." He whispered.

"Lisa open this door now," Her father kept calling. "He's in there, isn't he?"

"No dad," Lisa replied. "His not. Just chill okay?"

She then picked up her boyfriend's shoes, moved to him and pressed them to his chest before looking into his eyes. "Trevor, If he comes into this room and sees you in here, he will bury you alive," she hissed through her teeth before she turned and hustled her reluctant boyfriend to the window. "Come on."

"But i'm your boyfriend," Trevor whispered as he darted his eyes between her and the suddenly silent door.

"I know," her whispers were heavy as she pushed him to the window. "...and that's why I want to make sure you don't die tonight, now go."

Trevor raised on of his long legs and placed it outside the window, with his sneakers clutched to his chest.

"Come, hurry, hurry," Lisa whispered as she kept darting her eyes between her boyfriend and her room door.

Trevor had half of his body out the window now before he spun and faced her. "Hold on," he said.

Lisa turned to him with eyes filled with urgency. "What? What....did you forget something?" She asked even thought she had her doubts.

"Yeah actually."

"What?" Her eyes flew from one corner of the room to the other before she looked back at Trevor.

"A kiss," Trevor smiled mischievously.

"Are you serious right now?" She glared at him.

"Come on just one," Trevor cooed.

"I swear to God, my dad is gonna...," she shook her head in frustration before she looked back and saw her boyfriend's pink lips being pushed out for a kiss. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him doing that. It was so cute.

"Just one," she finally gave in.

As their lips came closer and closer, the clicking sound of the door lock rang through the room. Lisa spun and saw the door swinging open.

"Shit..i almost forgot, he has a spare key," she whispered.

"Lisa?" Her dad was in the room now.

Without looking back, Lisa pushed her boyfriend of the window before she slammed it shut, hearing nothing but him yelling "shit!" before he disappeared.

Trevor felt himself floating for upto three seconds, before hit the grass filled ground hard.

"Bleep!"

He could swear he had broken his elbow, but at this point, He didn't care, he knew Lisa's father would still look outside the window to make sure, no matter what she tells him and so he stood to his feet; not caring that his entire body was on fire, before limping away into the darkness.

"Hey you!" Lisa's sweat voice pulled him back to the present.

He looked over at his approaching girlfriend as she walked out the door of her house. and he didn't even know when he started smiling. She was so beautiful. The way her straight black hair swayed from side to side as she hurried over. The way her perfectly smooth and well toned olive skin contrasted with her small white t-shirt and her pleated blue skirt, with black suede knee length boots to match. Lisa was perfect.

"Hey Babe," she smiled as she pulled the car door open and sat in before they both brought thier lips forward for a kiss.

"Hey gorgeous," Trevor replied as he slowly pulled away from the kiss. His eye suddenly travelled to Lisa's front door and he saw Lisa's mom standing there, watching them both with what looked like admiration.

"Morning Mrs Watson!" Trevor called with a wave.

The woman raised her hand and waved over at them. "Hello Trevor! How's your Mom?"

"Good!"

"Tell her I said hi," The woman yelled.

"Will do," Trevor yelled a reply. He then watched as the woman nodded and made her way back into the house, before he reached forward, turned the ignition and they were off.

Chapter Two

Lance


"Mom wants you downstairs for dinner," Little Molly's voice was low and slow as she stood at the door way from her big brother's room; terrified to death of coming in and she had every reason to be.

"I'm not hungry," Lance replied without even moving his attention from the book held before his eyes as he laid in bed.

"..But Mom said to..."

"I'm not hungry, Molly," He replied again. Eyes still fixed on the book before him and a tone of warning in his voice.

Molly opened her mouth to speak again but immediately thought otherwise and closed it. Lance laid there preparing himself to lash out at his little sister if he heard any word from her again, but he didn't. He looked towards the door and saw it was empty. She was gone. Thank God. She was so bloody annoying. So annoying, he wished she didn't even live with her.

He quickly got up and closed the door before jumping back to his bed to get on with his novel in peace. Bearly a minute had passed by before he heard another knock on the door. A knock as low and as quiet as Molly's. It was almost as if the person outside the room was being careful not to wake him up.

"Go away!" Lance growled.

"Lance? Honey?," His mother's voice broke through in a calm manner as she slowly pushed the door open.

Lance looked up and glared at his mother for two seconds before he looked back at the novel before him ; fighting the urge to tell her to get out of his room.

"Sweety, your food is getting cold." Mrs Tiffin said softly.

"I'm not hungry," Lance growled through his teeth.

"Oh come on now Lance," she went on as she moved away from the door and moved closer to his bed. "I made your favourite."

Lance raised his head to her and gave her a look that made her feel as if she was actually crazy for saying that. He then gave a smile and shook his head as he looked back at his book. He thought she was really pathetic. How could they be so delusional ? He just couldn't believe it.

"Lance," Mrs Tiffin had a persistence that was beginning to get on her eldest son's nerves now. "Come on sweety. Come downstairs."

Lance bearly waited for her to finish her sentence before he clapped his novel closed and shot her a hard glare. "Mom. I. Said. No." His words were separated with fury. But Mrs Tiffin wasn't giving up that easily. She was determined to get her son back just like she has being trying to all these years. She tried hard to stop herself from moving closer to him and sitting beside him on the bed, but she just couldn't.

Lance was watching from the side of his eye, as if he knew what she was about to do. She moved over and sat herself beside her son. "Lance, please..."

"Jesus Christ, Mom," Lance fired as he shot himself off the bed, tossed the novel on his reading table and went over and grabbed his leather jacket from his closet. His mother just sat there, watching him as if he was about to break like glass.

"Where...where are you going?" She asked in a trembling voice filled with pain.

"None of your fucking business," the teenage boy replied as he walked over to his reading table and pulled out a white roll of weed; not even giving a damn whether his mother saw it or not.

"What is that?" His mother asked, but of course, she was ignored. She then stood from the bed and moved close to him. "Lance, are you taking drugs now?"

"Leave me the Bleep alone!" His loud voice made his mother move back in shock. He stood for a second and noticed her astonished eyes begin to well with tears, before he turned and went outside his room door. He made his way downstairs and hurried past the dinning room, ignoring his father and little sister's eyes on him.

"Hey Son," He heard his father's calm voice just before he felt someone grab him by the arm. He violently shrugged the person off and headed straight for the front door, ignoring his father voice calling out his name behind him.

Lance stepped out into the porch and made his way out of the drive way. The cool evening air did little to calm him down so he pulled out his joint and lit it. As he walked he took a drag and was lost in thought.

How could they be so pathetic. Pretending as if nothing happened. Pretending like they loved him; like they didn't know or care who he was . God, they made him sick. He was surely going to run away very soon. He hated them so much. He wiped the tear on his right cheek with the back of his right hand before pulling his sleeve down enough to cover the scars on his left wrist.

Chapter One

Trevor

"Oh my fucking God!" Lisa groaned out loud in pure ecstasy, before she collapsed on the space beside Trevor ; panting heavily. "You're just...my God."

Trevor,with his chest moving up and down, turned and faced an equally exhausted Lisa and gave a somewhat proud smile. He had rocked her world. He reached forward and pressed his lips against hers; pulling away a little to look into her blue eyes. "You were amazing," he half whispers.

Lisa rolled her eyes and pulled herself away from him and off the bed. "Yeah, right," she scoffed as she made her way to the closet and wrapped her naked body in her pink towel.

"Hey come on..," Trevor chuckled. "Just trying to be sensual is all."

"Is that what you tell all of them?" She smiled playfully while moving her naked self across the room and towards the closet.

Trevor gave a smirk and shrugged. "The ones that want to hear it anyway."

She coughed out a laugh in response his reply before she spun and saw the blonde teenage boy smirking at her; his eyes travelling up and down her body. Trevor and Lisa have been dating for a year now; going to two years even, and somehow, they felt the need to always reassure themselves that they weren't seeing anyone else. Trevor loved the flash of jealousy in her eyes whenever he pointed out the possibility of him having slept with other girls and Lisa equally liked the way his eyes turned cold every time she talked about some random guy she met at a party. It was satisfying for both of them.

"I'm going to take a shower,"Lisa said casually as she flipped her hair and walked into the bathroom.

"So,when is your Dad getting back?," Trevor asked loudly as he picked his phone from the table beside his bed.

"Don't know" Lisa yelled a reply from the bathroom just as the hissing sound of the shower started. "Why?"

"Nothing, just asking." He lied as he fixed his earphones to his phone and put them to his ears.

Trevor was terrified of his girlfriend's father and that was a fact. Her mum was sweet and kind, but her dad was the complete opposite. As the song, Dirty Laundry by All time low, coursed through his senses from his ears, Trevor remembered when Lisa first brought him home to dinner on her mother's invitation, He could remember how the man's dark eyes stayed on him through out the feast. The way that man looked at him made his skin crawl. It wasn't until the men were left in the living room and the ladies were in the kitchen, that the question Trevor expected, was thrown at him.

"What are your intentions with my daughter exactly?" Lisa's Dad had asked. Trevor remembered looking up to him and seeing his cold eyes on the TV.

"Nothing really," Trevor had replied. "I like her. Alot"

The man smiled and for the first time since Trevor had seen him and then turned his cold eyes to him.

"If you touch my daughter or hurt her in any way, I'll kill you," Lisa's father's word were like ice cold knives digging into Trevor's skin. That smile was still on his face. A smile that said 'I'm not fucking kidding.'

"Geez."

"I..I understand....Sir," the teenage boy stuttered; his nerves betraying him. He couldn't even look at the man anymore. The moment Lisa and her Mum joined them, he was so relieved.

He still help the chill that went down his spin when he saw the way Lisa's father's watched them as they sat together; He's eyes fixed on the hands being interlocked with each other.

Here he was in Lisa's room a few weeks after. They had just had sex. Something that they had planned ever since they knew Lisa's parents were going to be out of town.

After a while, the bathroom door swung open and Lisa came out along with a cloud of steam. Trevor looked up at her and felt himself get hard again. The way her body was glistening from the wetness. The way her wet black hair stuck to her beautiful face. She was so hot.

Trevor found himself pulling the ear phones from his ears with his lusty eyes fixed on his girlfriend. "Come here baby," his voice was seductive.

Lisa turned and smiled at him. "No"

"Don't play with me," He smirked at her through hooded eyes.

"I said no," her smile was seductive now as she playfully turned away from him.

She suddenly yelped out loud in laughter when she felt her boyfriend's strong hands wrap round her and pull her to the bed.

"Trevor!"

The teenage couples threw themselves on the bed before Trevor rolled himself on top of her. "One more round," he smiled.

"God Trevor Bowman," Lisa smiled. "You're an animal."

"I know," He said. "Now shut up and let me Bleep you."

Lisa laughed out loud at the dirty words of her boyfriend. She loved it when he talked dirty to her like this. Thier lips them came in for a kiss and Lisa felt his tongue force his way into narrowed mouth. An act that made her moan uncontrollably. Suddenly, the room became hot. Trevor dropped his from her face, down to caress her full breasts, before Lisa felt his large hands sliding under her towel; rubbing her thighs. His hands felt so strong and rough on her.

"I'll be more creative this time," Trevor groaned as he sucked on her neck.

Lisa smiled and was about to moan a reply, but she was interrupted by the large knock on the door.

The two teens shot themselves up from the bed, their bodies stiff as boards.

"Who...Who is it?" Lisa called out; trying to steady her voice.

"Lisa?," A man's deep voice boomed from the other side. "Lisa sweety it's Daddy. Open up!"

Lisa and Trevor darted their eyes from the door to face each other. Their eyes widened and their faces drained in horror.

Hey there, this story is an LGBT story/Romance. It means it contains scenes with male on male or female on female action and the characters may or may not be Gay, lesbian or Bisexual. I like to create things that are unconventional and different and that includes LGBT romance stories, so if you know your mind isn't Mature enough for this work of art... PLEASE DO NOT BOTHER READING. Thank you.