Waking up most definitely made my morning. I felt two arms around me, cradling me, and lips peppering kisses on my shoulder and neck. I turned my head around, and with my eyes half open, I saw Jace with his glasses on and I grinned. This is how I'd like to wake up every morning.

"Morning buttercup." He muttered.

"Don't say buttercup, ever." I snickered and brought my hand up to flick on on the forehead but it was too much effort so I settled for stealing his glasses and putting them over my eyes.

Jace didn't try taking them back, he only grinned and continued on peppering kisses on my shoulder. "Get off your lazy bum, we have school."

"Oh, ew. What's the time?"

"Seven-thirty." He replied and I groaned, dropping my head into my pillow and making sure to not bend his glasses.

I lay there for a few moments, hoping that I could just repeat all of last night again, my cheeks flushed red at the thought of it and I shivered thinking about going even further in the future. It was a good kind of shiver. Jace crawled on top of me and hovered. I took the glasses off and put them back on his face, they suited him better and plus, I liked when he wore them for whatever reason. My hands brushed against his cheek and I felt the light stubble; I could feel his length brushing against my thigh and I had to stop myself from lifting the duvet up just a little... Just to see.

He leaned his head forward and his face came closer and closer to my face, I puckered my lips and squeezed my eyes shut, ready for a kiss but it never happened. I frowned and opened my eyes, seeing his face literally a centimetre away from mine. He smirked, then he grinned and then he slid out of the sheets.

I felt my face get hot seeing him butt naked, "you can't do that!" I whined.

"You can get your kiss when you're ready for school." He stuck his tongue out and walked over to his dresser, helping himself to a pair of boxers and joggers.

I crawled out of bed and sneaked up behind him, I wrapped my arms around him as if he was a big teddy bear and turned him around, smashing my lips against his. I pulled at the waistband of the joggers and pulled him even closer to me, he stumbled a little, almost falling over and I had to stifle my giggles. I felt happy knowing I could do this stuff with him without it looking weird or without asking for permission because he was all mine, and nobody else's.

His hands ran up and down my arm arm and then he brushed his hand against my navy Torvux bracelet, he shot back abruptly and broke the kiss, then walked over to the other side of the room, near the door. I grabbed a pair of joggers that looked similar to his and slipped on his t-shirt that was strewn across the floor from last night and gave him one last peck on the lips before opening the door and walking down the the stairs. I wondered how it would all play out of If I decide to come out to the school, would Jace actually take the bracelet? Would he come out too? Would it make me legendary? Considering my rep, it probably would.

I stood idly by the breakfast bar, Mum was drinking some black coffee while dad was next to her, doing the same and reading a newspaper. I heard loud thumping from upstairs and Liam showed his face moments later and smirked upon seeing us. Everyone in the room was smirking at an unknown telepathic communication that excluded Jace and I.

Now I'm staring to feel uncomfortable.

"Sleep well?" Mum asked.

"Yeah.." Jace mumbled.

"Judging by those scratch marks on your back, I'm getting the feeling you slept very very well." Liam perked up and I honestly felt like slapping him but I was too frozen in my spot.

I heard Jace's gulp and saw him awkwardly make his way to the cereal cupboard with his head down. Mum and dad both glanced to Jace's back where there were indeed, scratch marks. Whoops.

There were many many red lines on his back and there was also a huge hickey on his jawline, but I wasn't going to tell him that, he can find out for himself. I still remember last night so vividly that my tummy flutters when I think about certain things and how they felt exactly; I could feel the heavy breaths on my face and the weird but somehow arousing feeling when he licked my ear.

"Zach." Dad glared, "I thought last night we made a deal."

"I... Honestly, we didn't do anything." I lied pathetically. "those marks and the hickey were there before."

"No they weren't."

"Yeah... They weren't..." I trailed off and went over to the draw we kept the bowls and took out three. I plopped down next to Jace on the dining table and Liam joined us, stealing Jace's bowl of coco pops that he had only just poured milk into.

I could see mum's lips twitching from my peripherals, wanting to laugh or say something like 'awwwwwh!' Because that's the type of thing she'd do. Just exactly like Trisha, only less meaner and clingy.

"Can you quit staring, it's making me feel weird." I glared at them all but they continued on smirking.

I sighed and picked my empty bowl up, putting it back in the cupboard and trotting upstairs. I crawled back under the duvet and cozied up in Jace's t-shirt and pillow. It had that vanilla, musky scent that I loved so much.

My face was buried into the pillow when I heard thumping from the staircase and the creaking from the door opening so I didn't know who it as but I think I had a good guess of who it was.

"So, you're official now?" Liam's voice echoed. Okay, that was not who I thought it was.

"Uh huh." I mumbled into the pillow, grinning because it feels good to admit it. He probably didn't even understand what I said, however.

"I'm glad you punched Flynn." He spat his name out. "Even though you said you won't talk to him anymore, I don't mind you being the way you're now; kinda friends, kinda not friends."

Liam clambered over me and lay down on my side of the bed, "so, how far did you go? Did he top or bottom? Does he have a big-"

"LIAM!" I looked at him and smacked his arm. He didn't wince, he only pouted. I buried my face into the pillow again and closed my eyes.

"I'm just saying, some people can surprise you, like they have big dicks but they don't look the type." Liam muttered to himself and I grinned at how stupid this conversation is.

"I'm not telling you how big his dick is."

"I would tell you about Naomi if you wanted. She has huge tits-" he made a shape with his hands. This time, I turned my head to face him and frowned.

"Are you guys talking?" I was surprised he was able to talk about her without getting an immediate change in emotions.

"Uh, no... She wants me back but I told her no."

"Stupid bitch." I snickered and then whispered the next sentence, "he's very surprising, if you really wanted to know."

My face flushed just thinking about it and I buried my head in the pillow again, breathing it in like a creep.

"So did he top or did you?" The room door creaked open.

"I walked in at the wrong time, didn't I?" Jace's voice perked up.

"Maybe." I said into the pillow but it was probably incoherent.

"Well, I better be going..." Liam trailed off and got up, leaving the room but stopped by the doorway, "you didn't answer my question!"

"I topped." Jace smirked and I shot up.

"No you didn't!" I argued.

"Ok, fine. We didn't go there but it's obvious I'm a top." His lips went back to that cocky smirk.

"And I'm Obama." I snickered.

He rolled his eyes and scurried into the bathroom, I tried following after and he just stood in the doorway, staring at me with pale blue eyes.

"I thought saving water would be beneficial." I shrugged and he smirked, walked further into the bathroom and closing the door in my face.

"So..." Liam trailed off, I made a grumbling sound. Didn't he say that he's going?

"Will you just go away?" I whined and threw a pillow in his face. He started laughing but walked out of the door nonetheless.

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School was buzzing with prom announcements and chatter and what people think the theme would be this year and whether or not their crush would ask them out. Around the corridors, posters were hung up of people's faces- some popular, some unknown- all trying to get their votes in for prom king or queen.

I thought it was overrated- Sure, prom is memorable, and yes, it's nice to dress up in a suit and tie every now and then but when there are girls worshipping at your feet and hoping you'd ask them to go to prom, it makes it something to absolutely dread. Liam once told me about how he couldn't enjoy his prom with Naomi because people kept giving her looks of jealously and envy and bitchiness and they all gave Liam hearty eyes and looks of lust and hope; eventually my brother and his ex settled for leaving early and going home only to watch movies and pig out on junk food.

Since the whole Burleywood debacle with the prom committee, I haven't been invited to any more of those meetings which is something you'd think I'd be relieved about but there's this small part of me that actually enjoyed helping out with the room committee; it would be so great to do all this planning and such and then see it in full swing weeks later, you're creation, your masterpiece, all your hard work.

I'm starting to sound like Jace.

Classes passed in a blur, a lot of them were of me observing Flynn from a distance, he no longer wanted to sit next to me in the lessons we had together it turns out, no, he'd rather sit alone in the corner on the other side of the class from me. Fed up, I just sat next to Ben. He was cool, minus the fact he knows my biggest secret and I wouldn't be surprised if he shouted it out given how much hassle we've given him in the past.

"Have you and Flynn broken up?" Ben asked in Chemistry, while our teacher rambled on about hydrocarbons.

"We were never together." I rolled my eyes. "I'm not actually available."

I saw Ben's smirk, then his eyes widened and he looked over to Flynn. "Does he know?"

"I think so." I shrugged, "why are you making everything about him?"

"What do you mean?" He stuck the top of the pencil in his mouth and bit down on it.

"Like, I say something and then you just talk about him."

"Because you've been friends for ages and since the music room thing - which by the way, I can now hold against you - you've been distant. In fact, you barely hang around with your usual group of friends."

"Maybe I'm getting tired of my usual set of friends." I gritted my teeth, "don't see how it concerns you."

The bell rang but we stayed sitting in our seats, the class gradually left the room and only Ben and I were left in the room.

"Oh, it doesn't, it's just I'm worried about my boy, Jace. You've hung around him like a leech." He spun the pencil around his fingers, "I've been friends with Jace since forever, ok? Don't go hurting him like you hurt all those girls you've played."

Turns out Ben is the observant one.

I cleared my throat and started shoving books into my rucksack. "I would never do that to him."

"You better not, or you'll get what's coming to you." He glared at me, and it was the type of glare that sent shivers down my spine. I didn't doubt anything; I knew Ben was strong and he'd rearrange my face if I got on his bad side.

I slung my rucksack over my shoulder and waited by the doorway. He caught up and then we walked through the overly crowded corridors and towards the lunchroom. "So I'm interested... How does nobody from your stupid clique thing know if you make your gayness so obvious... Cough cough, dry humping your best friend at school."

I turned to face him and glared, "I'm not some specimen that you can just observe and I'm certainly not sharing my private life with you."

"Come on... I wanna know." He took me by surprise and slung his arm around my shoulders. I stared at his hand next to my face and wasn't quite sure what to do. As far as the rest of the school knows, me and Ben aren't friends, and we aren't, we were merely people who just know of each other.

"My family knows, including by brother and Flynn knows, so 2 Torvux members know." I muttered. "I think the others are getting suspicious because I haven't been with any girls for a while."

Chatter boomed from the cafeteria and Ben and I queued up. "Your brother? You mean, Liam Hamilton, you mean the guy that dated that slut and cares more about his rep than anyone else?" Ben snickered and I slapped his arm.

"He's my brother, don't talk like that about him."

"He's a prick, I can't believe he gets everything he wants at the click of his fingers and he doesn't do anything to deserve it."

"Hey, shut the fuck up." I shook my head and placed a plate of spaghetti on to my tray. "He might've been mean to you but you have no right to talk shit about him I front of me."

"Fine." He grumbled and took his arm off my shoulder so that he can grab a plate of spaghetti too.

"You know Liam only puts up this facade for his rep." I back up, "he's not actually like that."

"Oh really." He snorted and payed for his meal. We found an empty table that was far away from the usual clique I sit with.

Moments later, Jace joined us at the table as well as a few other people I've never seen in my life and that Rebecca girl from the prom committee, the same girl I once dated. Dear god, what have I done to deserve this?

Jace sat down next to me and brushed his hand against mine, I looked to him and saw him grinning sheepishly at me but the grin was soon gone and he pushed his glasses higher up his nose (which was adorable and made me want to kiss him right then and there).

"What's he doing here?" Rebecca scowled and stayed standing up with her arms crossed together while everyone else sat down and stared at me like I was some sort of alien.

"For crying out loud. Listen here, bitch, I'm allowed to sit wherever the hell I want." I seethed and shot glares at all the people at the table staring weirdly at me, causing them to cower and turn away. I saw Ben and Jace trying to hold in a laugh.

Rebecca pursed her lips and straightened her mini skirt out before plopping down on a seat and taking her food out of her bag. I went back to my spaghetti and tried my best to not eat messily.

"So we've chosen a theme." She announced, "it won't be Burleywood, it will be white and electric blue."

"You're telling me because..." I trailed off and cocked a brow.

"Jace told me to give you a second chance, I was very reluctant."

I glanced to Jace who was wiping the lens on his glasses, "I know you guys dated.. But I think you have some nice ideas for the prom."

Ben started snickering and I wondered what was so funny. I frowned at him and kicked him under the table, to which he just kicked back, twice as hard.

"Why is Jace wearing your shirt?" Rebecca asked and cocked a brow at me. "And Jace why do you have a hickey? You never told me you're seeing anyone."

"Because why not." I said rather than asked nonchalantly, trying my best to seem as if I don't care but on the inside, I was freaking out. "And he doesn't have to tell you about his relationships."

Ben gave me a knowing look and I pushed my empty plate of spaghetti away from me and slumped back in my seat. A few Torvux guys walked past the table and fist bumped me, some gave me odd looks but it didn't bother me. It's not as if I'm restricted from who I'm allowed to sit with, which made me ponder again on how the school would react to my sexuality.

"So, Zach, you're in charge of organising the tables placement and setting and the-" before Rebecca could finish, she was dragged away by one of her friends, she quickly muttered a 'see you later' to everyone and walked off.

"Tables? Seriously?" I groaned and crossed my arms over my chest. Then I glanced to Ben, who was absentmindedly playing with a squashed can of soda. "What were you snickering about?"

"Nothing!" He assured but I wasn't convinced. "Fine, it's just that you dated her. Her of all people, like, seriously?"

"Please don't remind me." I buried my face in my hands.

I realised that Ben and I were the only people at the table who were talking, everyone else just sat and watched the exchange.

"Can I help you." I said rather than asked.

"It's just... I thought you hated each other." Some guy said. Jace perked up and muttered agreements along with everyone else.

Ben flicked the can to me, and then I flicked it back, "did you ever hate me?" I asked him.

He thought about it for a while, "no, I hated the fact you were friends with such idiots, it's kind of difficult to hate you when you were the only one who stood up for me against your clique and your brother."

"Yeah, I never hated you either." I shrugged. "We don't hate each other." I assured the rest of the table. I felt Jace's fingers brush against mine again and I tried to calm down my now racing heart.

The little girl from the music room walked up to our table with two friends and she smiled at Ben. "Are we on for today?" She asked, seeming all innocent and angelic, and here I was, thinking she'd want to out me; she's harmless.

"Yeah, we are." He said, matching the tone of her voice, for Ben, it was weird. He usually never spoke in such a way. He smiled at her and she skipped away.

"Well, I'll be off." I stood up and picked my tray up. Ben also got up and gave me stared at me for a little longer than normal. "Me too, I need to talk to Mrs Simone."

I started walking ahead and put my tray on the rack and Ben caught up and slung his arm over my shoulder again.

"Do you want to meet after school? You know, after my lesson." What do I say? Yes? No? He's the sworn enemy of my brother and my best friend but he's also the best friend of my boyfriend and I should at least try and build a bond with him.

"Yeah, sure, I have basketball so it'll have to be after that." I held on to the straps of my rucksack while we scurried down the hall.

I didn't know why Ben wanted to suddenly spend more time with me but I hope I find out soon.

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