A/N: Currently I'm using a filler name for the title so if you have a better one, please leave it in the reviews! Also it should be known that there WILL BE MXM, just not graphic. So if you would please review, as it would be appreciated, and try not to commit suicide (depressing story alert!).

Kyler stood with a knife to his neck, contemplating his life. He didn't skirt around the facts, his life sucked, really bad. He was pretty sure no one knew he existed, least of all his Jack, the most popular gay guy in the school. He knew he didn't have much time, if he really did want to kill himself. His resolve would break, as it always did.

He lowered the knife, he would tell Jack today, he decided, tell him he loved him, and that would be the end. Then Kyler thought about what might happen afterwards, and the knife unconsciously crept up till it was back at his throat. He reasoned with himself, even if he was rejected, he would just be persistent.

"Isn't that how all the stories go?"He winced, looking around to make sure no one heard the yelled words.

He lowered the knife again and walked towards the school, determined to confess. Buried in his thoughts, he didn't see the adult walking towards him until the last second, and didn't see the gun until it was raised to his chest.

There were no last words for Kyler, when the bullet entered his chest it carved through both lungs, silencing him more effectively than any gag. Kyler thought the situation almost funny as he sank to the ground, just as he had decided to live, just as he had decided to love…

Inside the school, every classroom was silent, five minutes earlier someone had been shot outside. The school was on lockdown and Jack was scared, scared because his teacher was sitting in the corner sobbing and footsteps were fast approaching the classroom.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and Jack stopped breathing in his corner. For about a minute there was silence, and then the footsteps continued down the hall. Jack let out his breath slowly, and relaxed against the cool brick wall.

There was a crash down the hall, like a door falling off its hinges. Two shots then rang out, with a pause in between, as if the shooter had taken time to aim each shot before firing.

The teacher let out a fresh sob, and Jack flinched, hunching lower in the corner, waiting for the ordeal to end…