a/n: written for a friend. warning homophobia, slash, probably gore and sex.


1.

Poor kid, lanky and thin. His face was perfectly shaped, round yet defined. His hazel eyes were surrounded by think, black eyelashes, sweeping over his darkly freckled cheeks. His skin was olive tone and lovely.

His lips were cracked and pink, soften bleeding from the harrassment of his braces.

He would watch him from a far, unassuming behind his ever worn sunglasses.

Fucking homo, the other boys called him.

Homo, homo, homo. They chanted.

Jake was reminded of his favorite book, Lord of the Flies.

Kill the pig, slit her throat, bash her in!

He couldn't help but smirk, poor kid.