"How did I get here. Why me? This is all my father fault. Standing right in front of me is Jack Woods. (Aka) high school bully, my high school bullies. I came out in the 11 grab, of course it sucked because my town wasn't know for you know (being ok with the gays). If me coming out wasn't hard and bad enough Jack Woods made it a living nightmare for me. The gay jokes never stopped. I got bet up by guys almost every day, Jack always in the crowd somewhere. I remember coming home, back when mom was still alive, with blood running down my nose, mom almost had a heart attack. She tried to get me to tell her who did it to me but I told her I didn't want to make things worse.

"Please go to this meeting for me, I have another meeting at the same time and I can't make both." my dad said to me this morning while I was sipping a hot cup of coffee.

I frown at him "Why would I go and why would I want to? I said to him.

"Ping, please do this for the company. You said you wanted to start helping out more, well now your chance."

"I don't want to go."

"I'll pay you."

"Now your speaking my language, how much?

"400$."

"Add another 0 to that and you got a deal pops."

"Fine, but if you call me pops again it'll be 400."

Which leads us to where I am now. Which is trying not to faint. Jack may have been a bully in school but he was still hot. With his black hair perfect jawline and abs I would kill for. He still looks the same except he looks older and his hair is longer. I know who he is but I don't know if he recognizes me. I look a little different I was pretty scrawny in high school.

"What can I get you? Jack says.

I notice that he's wearing a choker and a white button down shirt and jeans.

"Margarita."

"One margarita coming right up."

The guy that I was supposed to meet her is late. Which is pissing me off.

"Can I buy you a drink," a man says behind me. I can practically smell the alcohol on him he's so close.

I raise my wallet up in the air.

"Do I look like I need you to buy me a drink."

"Oh, I got a feisty one."

He takes a seat next to me, scooting his chair closer to me. I scoot away from him.

"Look go somewhere else I have a guy I'm suppose to meet here."

"Well it looks like he's not here, how about I take over."

He says this all while grabbing his crotch. Fucking perv. A glass slides in front of me a hand attached to it. Jack's hand is attached to it, I don't even have to look. He just has nice hands

"I don't think he's interested."

"Huh, who the **** are you."

"His boyfriend."

I'm looking at Jake like, well I'm not sure that my eyes are inside my head there so big. Did he

just say that he was my boyfriend? Jack the guy that picked on me in high school for being gay

just said that he was my boyfriend. Jack looks fine, cool even, like what he just said was the

truest thing that he had ever said.

The guy that smells strongly of alcohol smiles at me and Jack.

“I'm always up for two, you both have pretty faces. I wouldn't mind taking you doth.”

My face gets hot and I know that I'm probably as red as a tomato. I open my mouth but Jack cuts

me off.

“Sorry but I don't like when other people touch my things.”

The guy grabs my wrist then grinds on me. I try to pull away but the guy is stronger than me and I

can't break free of his grasp.

“Let go of me, you ***.” I hiss at him.

“Oh, look I'm touching your thing.” At which he grinds on me again.

The next thing I know the guy is off of me and is on the ground from the impact of Jack's punch.

He yells **** and holds his nose which I'm pretty sure is broken, I can see blood running over

his lip. Jack stans next to me and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“I told you, I don’t like when people touch my things.”

“You littl-,” the guy doesn't get to fines that sentence because Jack punches him again and he

falls to the floor. Some other guy comes over.

“Take care of this guy will you, make sure he stays out.” Jack says.

“How many times have I told you not to nock them out man, they're heavy when there out cold.”

says the guy.

“Not my fault if they piss me off.”

“Well, your not the one who has to drag them out.”

“I told you that you could work behind the bar, instead of taking the drunks out.”

“No thanks hustling is your thing, not mine. Whos the damsel in distress that you save this time."

Jack looks at me then at the guy.

“This is Ping, my high school classmate.”

Jack looks at me and smiles. He remembers me. When did he recognize it was me? The whos name I still don't know looks at me and starts lagging, then takes the unconscious guy on the floor and drags him

out by one arm. It looks like he's going to rip the guy's arm off.

“Good luck, you're going to need it this time Jack.” the guy yells over his shoulder with the

unconscious body dragging behind him.

“You okay Ping.”

I just noticed that he still has his arm around my shoulder. Blushing I shrug his hand off my

shoulder.

“Ya, I'm okey. Thanks for that.”

“It’s no problem, guys like that come in here all the time. I have to show them why I'm the owner

of this place. Show them I don’t take their shit, you know.”

WHY DOES JACK OWN A GAY BAR!!?? Did I mention that this was a gay bar. Well this is a gay bar. I'm pretty sure it was one of the reasons my dad wanted me to go instead of him. When my dad found out I was gay he didn't take it the way I thought he was going to he told me that love was love and that if I couldn't find love in a women then it would make sense that I look for it in guys.

Jack has gone back behind the bar through the little door on the side. I didn't see that there, I wondered how he got to the guy so fast, guess that's how.

Jack looks peaceful when he's behind the bar. He moves as swiftly as a vampire and as graceful as a ballerina. Everyone that he's survived tonight has seemed to love him. The guy I was supposed to meet here left a little bit ago, I stayed to finish my drink. Thought that was just an excuse to keep watching Jack. He's talking to a costume now, a guy, he looks about my age maybe older, 21. The guy puts his hand on Jacks and and says something that I'm pretty sure is flirting. Jack smile then lens in and whispers something into the guys ear, at which the guys face turns red. I look away blushing. What exactly did he say that made the guy that red? Why was he so close to him? I recognized this feeling as jealousy. But I refuse to be jealous over this guy. I down my drink and start to get up. But a hand around my wrist stops me

"Are you leaving."

Jack looks at me with sad eyes, and I wonder what I did to cause that.

"It's late."

"Drink with me, I'm going on break now "

"Um- you want me to drink with you."

"Yes."

I don't know why I chose to stay and drink, but I do. Maybe it's because I didn't have anything better to do. Or maybe it was to look in Jacks eyes, like they were pleading me to stay. Jack guides me behind the bar, to a door, that leads to a long narrow hallway. The hallway eventually gets bigger leading into a back room. The room has enough light the I can see where I'm going and what's in the room, but in a way it's still dark. There's a mini bar alongside the left wall. Booths and tables line the right wall. Jack gestures for me to sit at one of the booths. Jack goes behind the bar and grabs two win glasses and win, which looks to be expensive. I can take my eyes off him throughout this whole process.

"So, what have you been up to."

I look at Jack, eyebrows raised.

"You want to know what I've been up to. You act as if you and me are best friends, or have you forgotten about what you put me through in high school."

I look at Jack furiously. I want to slap that hot face of his, has he totally forgotten about how he basically tortured me in high school. Jack looks hurt by my words, I immediately feel guilty.

"Sorry that was rude of me to say."

"No, it's fine. Your right though. I don't really have a right to talk to you....I just want to tell you that I'm sorry... about all the stuff I did to you, back in high school...It wasn't right for me to do that stuff. I know it's know excuse, it's just that...I didn't know what was happening...I...I didn't want to be like you, so I took it out on you. I was jealous that you were so open and mad for being like you."

Jack is looking down and blushing so much I'm not sure that his face isn't instead of red.

"What, like me....You mean."

That's when it hit me. Jack was like me, Jack was like me. Jack was like me. I keep playing this in my hand. Until my eyes didn't get any wider.