An alarm sound continued to blare, which gave Beau a headache. Trying to turn it off, he ended up falling off the bed. Jeez, was he clumsy, he thought to himself. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Looking at the time, he had an hour to get dressed, shower and eat.

Beau stood by his bed and quickly straightened out his pillows, sheets and blankets. Until next time my sweet love, he thought, while rubbing the bed. He quickly undressed and hopped in the shower. The steam warmed him. His mom had always criticized how hot he would have the water. He liked to shower in the depths of hell, he thought and giggled to himself, god how he missed his mom.

After finishing up, he grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist and wiped the mirror with his hand. A grey eyed, black haired man stared back at him. His hair hung down almost covering his eyes and went down to the top of his shoulders. He always loved having long hair. He had had to switch it up, when Justin Bieber became a thing though, since he didn't need more things for people to bully him on, so he just let it grow a bit longer and got rid of the whole side bang. He also loved it because he could hide himself away, so no one could see his face.

He quickly put leave in conditioner into it and shook it out. His eyes were slightly puffy from staying up late reading through all the syllabuses. He had to be prepared for everything, he thought to himself. Beau was very small for his age of twenty-one and a half. He stood at a tall five foot and a half inch. Many thought he looked girlish, and he would always get picked on. He wasn't a skinny kid, but he wasn't too fat either. He flexed in the mirror and almost cried from laughing so hard.

"I crack myself up", he whispered to himself. His pale skin glistened from the water, as he continued to look at himself in the mirror. He quickly dried off and got dressed. He decided to wear a nice black undershirt with a flannel and some black torn jeans. He made a quick bowl of cereal, lucky charms obviously, since he needed all the luck he can get, he thought as he ate all of the marshmallows and ended up leaving the other bits. I'm such a picky bastard, he thought.

Beau put the bowl in the sink and ran back to the bathroom to brush his teeth. One last look in the mirror, and he was off to start his final semester of his Bachelors in Biology.

Beau had to walk to campus because there were no bus stops close by, not that he had any money to pay for a bus anyways, Beau thought, as he kicked a rock. The rock went into the road, and a motorcycle came flying by. Beau looked up at the exact moment the person on the motorcycle turned his head to looks at him. For a split second they made eye contact, as the biker continued on his way.

Beau's heart seemed to beat a little quicker, as a small adrenaline pumped through his body. Boy did he like bikers, Beau thought fantasizing about holding onto a bikers strong body, while they raced down the road with a beach on both sides and a sunset.

Beau was knocked from his fantasy by a shove to his back. Laughter could be heard behind him, and he mentally groaned. Tyler Axon. A red headed kid walked up on one side of him with his ball cap worn backwards.

"Hey Nerd!" Tyler shouted, "I hope you have that essay for me."

He didn't have to yell. He was literally right next to him, Beau thought.

Sighing, "Yes I do, Tyler. Just give me till the end of today, so I can finalize it on the computer." Beau said. Fuck, Beau thought, He shouldn't have said his name.

Tyler's face went from laughing to immediately straight faced. Beau could see Tyler's face was turning red, well redder than it usually is.

"Keep my name out of that fag mouth of yours." He said, gritting his teeth.

"I'm sorry..." Beau whispered, "I didn't mean to.." Beau almost whimpered, when he knew what was coming. Tyler was about five foot eleven and towered over Beau.

Both of Beau's arms were grabbed by Tyler's posse, who had joined as they got closer to the school. They dragged Beau to a nearby bush, so there would be no witnesses. Beau whimpered, as Tyler came in for the blow. Beau was punched in the stomach, and the wind was knocked out of him. Tyler's posse, Adam, Karl and Garrett, let go of Beau's body. Beau dropped to the ground coughing and trying to catch his breath.

Tyler walked close to Beau, where Beau could feel Tyler's warm breath. "See you later."

The bells sound from the church next to the school confirming that it was now eight o'clock.

Tyler and his posse scurried into the double doors of their biology building.

Beau inwardly groaned. That's definitely going to leave a bruise. He thought this would have been a better semester, he thought, as he pulled himself up and dusted himself off. He slowly began making his way to the building, noting that he will either have to get to class super early or try to be late from now on to try and miss Tyler and his crew.

The professor noticed Beau's tartiness and commented about not making it a habit. The other students laughed, as Beau took his seat in the back. The professor had to hush them and continued the lesson.

Beau began writing down the notes and found himself doodling and fantasizing about the biker. His eyes had been so green, and his leather jacket had hugged his triceps, he thought to himself and couldn't help but think about those arms wrapping around his body and lifting him up, while he took him hard and rough on the motorcycle.

"-Agnello." Professor Winston called, "Mr. Agnello!"

Beau was pulled out of his trance and thrown back into the class room. Fuck!! He wasn't paying attention, he thought, as he made eye contact with the professor.

"I'm sorry.. what was the question?" He asked sheepishly.

Tyler and his crew could be heard snickering and commenting "fucking weirdo".

"I asked if you knew what the process is called when the neurotransmitters contained in vesicles enter the synapse?" Professor Winston said with an ounce of annoyance.

"Exocytosis." Beau stated, with confidence. He may not have been paying attention, but he had already read the first five chapters of the book for the class, so he could be ahead.

"Thank you Beau. Make sure to pay attention. Not everything will be in the reading." Professor Winston explained looking away from the class to continue to write on the board.

Thank god she did not make him stand up, he thought, as he tried to fix his hard on from the fantasy.

"Sorry..." Beau muttered, as he sat straight up and began taking notes. Sorry my lovely fake sweetheart, we will meet again tonight, Beau thought, as he pushed his fantasizing thought away. Time to focus.

After an hour and a half, class was dismissed, and Beau continued on to his next class, Chemistry. He didn't know why he didn't space this out, Beau groaned, as he trudged to the classroom.

Beau took his seat, and luckily missed Tyler who had not registered for this class. The next hour and a half dragged, but he was able to make the most of it.

Class dismissed, and Beau was on his way to get food. God he was starving. Beau rubbed his stomach. He went to the cafeteria and grabbed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a bag of chips. He quickly exited the building because he did not want to risk being caught at a table that he was not supposed to sit at. He thought college was supposed to be fun, he thought, while opening his sandwich and taking a bite, worse college experience ever.

After finishing up and throwing the paper away, Beau walked to a building he had never been before. The languages building.

The building was taller than most on campus, with different country flags and silhouettes of lips, as if they were in mid sentence.

Beau walked through the double doors, and looked at his schedule. Floor four. Room 409. He looked up and saw the stairs. Ugh this day cannot get worse, he groaned, as he began to walk up the flights of stairs.

Breathing heavy and sweating, Beau finally made it to the door. Tyler pushed past him.

"Move the fuck away fag." Tyler said and entered the room.

Beau collected himself and entered. The professor had not gotten in yet, so he took a seat in the back right corner. No one had been seated in the area, and it was far away from Tyler.

Tyler glanced at Beau and poked his watch, as if to say times running out.

He really had to get that essay finished. He pulled the essay, he had started, out of his book bag and began making the finishing touches. The real reason he had to go to the library was to type it. Beau being poor and all, could not afford a laptop.

As Beau continued to work on the small tweaks, he didn't realize the door had opened, and the professor had walked in.

"Buon pomeriggio." A baritone voice emanated around the room, "Good afternoon."