And I got really turned on. It was because I couldn't see anything and how scared I was and the thought of someone kissing me like this was an extreme...turn on. I softly kissed back. The man was running his huge hands all over my body and it felt so good. He started to work his tongue in my mouth until it slithered down my throat. Then I could feel him work his hand under my shirt and up and down my stomach until he pulled my shirt off me and ripped my bra off me and pushed me to my knees. I. I stopped, and someone walked into me."Watch it, asshole!" the guy growled."Gerald!" his friend said, pulling at his arm. "That's the Positive." Dude!" Gerald said, brushing off where he bumped me. "I'm sorry." It's okay," I replied."Are you sure?" he asked worried."Yes, I'm fine," I said with a fake smile. "Thank you." This sucks!" I said when he walked away."A jock apologizes to you, and it sucks!" Susan exclaimed."They know about the test," I said."Everybody knows about the test, Miguel,". ’ I glanced back up at him and smiled. Ben grinned back and smacked my head. ‘Idiot.’ I chanced a look around the table and everyone else was grinning back at me. My heart stuttered. I had been sweating this for a week. After what happened with Raine, I knew I needed to speak up. I looked over at my best friend. He wasn’t grinning. He was sickly pale and his lips were compressed into a tight line. He looked at me through guarded eyes. I’d be lying if I said things between us were anything but. Three years now, and they had made some sort of eye contact every school day, in the year before his wife died, in the two years since. Similar to the eye contact he made with the other parents, similar but not the same. Something deeper hid behind her eyes, something that aroused him. Even in that final year when his wife was dying, and there was no way for anyone except close friends and family to know, she seemed to know something. Her gaze spoke a language that mirrored his own. School was.