Today was our leaver's assembly- a silly gathering where our teachers practically spill their guts out to us and bid us farewell. They say bye to us and lie about how they'd miss us but in reality, they'd just replace us by the new classes. Our headteacher and year leader give out a bunch of silly awards too and since i've been hearing whispers about me being one of the nominees for the awards, i've kept my ears perked up.

Liam told me of his leaver's assembly and about how he won the award for 'Most Likely to Appear on Jeremy Kyle.' So, it was funny but I sure do hope I don't end up winning an embarrassing award.

So, as my year group all settled down in the dreary school hall and the teacher's made speeches, I tried to keep my eyes open, It was extremely difficult considering there were eight classes and that means eight different tutors making a long speech about their class whom they've known for five years now. In addition to that, we had our headteacher making a long speech and reminiscing even though he hadn't been our headteacher the entire time and then there was our year leader basically repeating whatever the headteacher had said.

I concentrated during my tutor's speech and Jace and Ben's tutor's speech. My tutor just said a small sentence about everyone in the class and told me to 'keep with my great performance in basketball' and then Jace and Ben's tutor just when on and on about her star pupils. He commented on Jace's 98% attendance this year and A grade work and also wished the two good luck for their performance at prom tonight.

So there wasn't much, but it was obviously evident which of her pupils were her favourite.

"You know there's an award for best couple." Jace grinned at me as he turned to his side and squeezed my hand. "I'd steal the trophy if I had to."

I snickered, and caught a few eyes too.

"On with the Kingston Awards!" Our headteacher yelled and a series of hollers and cheers erupted around the room. "The first award we have is... Most likely to become Prime Minister. The nominees are: Kieran Duncan, Georgina Middleson and Jeremy Clark."

"...and the award goes to Georgia Middleson! Congrats! Come up here and collect your award!" Georgina squealed and ran up to the stage to collect her mini trophy that had the school's logo on it and held it high up in the air before she went and sat back down in her seat.

"Next award: Drama Queen. The nominations are.... Brooke West, Marcia Newman and Sarah Raymond." The headteacher paused for a few moments and then grinned. "The winner is Marcia!"

Just like Georgina, she got up on stage and collected her trophy and shook hands with the headmaster. She stood up straight and looked to everyone in the audience. Before she could even utter a word, the headteacher stopped her. "No speeches, Marcia." He gently pushed her towards the steps and she quietly stepped down, a little red in the face.

"Next.. You guess it... Drama King. Nominees are as follows: Dion Mendes, Felix Jefferson and Kyle Morrison."

Upon hearing Kyle's name, I hit him hard on the shoulder and he winced a little. He was sat next to Jace and I. In fact, all of the Torvux members that were in my year group were all sat on the same row as me, including Flynn. Marcia was sat next to him, grinning at her trophy and admiring it in awe.

"The award goes to... Kyle! Congrats, don't take it personally!" Kyle ran past me, knocked my legs to the side, stumbled up the steps of the stage and ripped the trophy from the headmaster's hand. I had to stifle a laugh, he was definitely way too happy to receive an award. A bunch of people hollered and cheered as he did a happy dance on stage.

"Alright, calm down boy." He patted his shoulder to stop him dancing and gave a gentle nudge towards the steps.

A bunch of other awards I didn't really care about were handed out, such as 'star athlete' in which out headteacher seemed way too happy to award the guy and girl who led our school team to victory, 'most likely to marry themselves', which Ben actually won. Of course he'd win, he hates people and loves himself more than any normal person would.

"Okay, we're coming to the end here... Next award is: most like Joey Essex. Surprisingly, this was pretty difficult to choose." The principal said. He snickered a little too.

"Congratulations Flynn Hopper." He read off his paper and handed Flynn his trophy for 'biggest fuckboy'.

Sounds about right.

"Woo!" Jace hollered next to me and clapped his hands the same time everyone else did. It was no secret that Jace didn't have anything against Flynn any more. He's never one to hold a grudge, and I guess that's what I like most about him. Jace is understanding, and even though sometimes I mess up, he always forgives me.

"Last award!" The headmaster turned the page on his clipboard. "Best couple!"

"You're nominees are: Lucas and Nina, Emma and Graham and Jace and Zach."

I sat up straight in my seat, sitting as stoic as a plank. I've never been nominated for any awards, I always try to lay low, but this. This was the one award I secretly really wanted. Probably just as much as Jace.

"Jace and Zach, congratulations!"

Jace grabbed my hand and shot out of his seat, racing his skinny little legs to the stage and almost making me trip a long the way.

"Oh my god Zach! We won!" Jace whisper-shouted to me as he denied the headmaster's handshake and ripped the trophy from his hands and waved the damn thing in the air.

"Jace." I said once.

"Jace." I said again but he started dancing.

"Okay we get it." I snatched the trophy from his hands and stepped down the stage and walked back to my seat. Jace followed closely behind me and took back the trophy as he sat down and stroked it.

"Jace, stop being weird." I stifled a laugh as the headteacher made another speech. This time, it was about how much we'd be missed.

Yeah right...

Jace glanced my way and smirked and he faced towards the trophy again and stroked it while repeatedly whispering 'my precious...' under his breath.

It took all my energy to hold back the face palming.

I was in love with a dork.

It made me a dork too knowing where that phrase sourced from.

"Jace. I swear, if you don't shut the hell up in two seconds, I will kick your arse."

"Oh come on Zachy-poo." He whined with a mischievous smirk. I didn't think it was possible to whine and smirk at the same time but Jace certainly pulled it off. "Surely I can kick your arse too and it will hurt twice as hard because of all the-"

"Jace, you better put a sock in it otherwise I'll sock you."

He smirked and stopped stroking the trophy and faced forward again. Our headteacher was talking on stage about prom tonight and laying down the obvious rules like 'no alcohol', 'no inappropriate clothing' and 'no dirty dancing'.

We were allowed to leave after the speech to collect our yearbooks. Jace and a few other guys on our row just kind of shoved passed everyone to avoid the queuing so I just joined them and got near enough to the front of the queue.

The lady handing them out was taking everybody's names so it took twice as long but once I had the nice, new book in my hand, I caught up to where Jace was stood.

I flipped open the red hardcover and was slapped in the face with that 'new book smell', I couldn't resist just shoving my head in between the pages and smelling the hell out of it- as discreetly as possible, of course.

"Hey look at that!" Jace pointed to a place on the page of his own yearbook and put the book in my face. Literally, it was a mere two centimetres from my nose.

I shoved it back a little and couldn't help but laugh at a baby Zachary Hamilton from year seven. He had a small fringe falling in front of his eyes and put on way too much hair gel. His face had a few pimples here and there but they didn't look all that to be honest.

"Whose idea was it to put our foetus pictures in there?" I snorted and flipped through the pages as diligently as possible until I got to the section and found an innocent, miniature Jace. He had buck teeth and a tiny shoulders, which gave away the fact he was a midget then. Weren't we all at that age?

"Oh my god." My eyes landed upon Ben. Cute, innocent little Ben. He had his checkered shirt on, of course. I barely remember how he looked in year seven, it was such a huge difference to how he looks today.

"Aw, look at that." Ben cooed from behind me and used my right shoulder as an armrest. "I was so adorable, seriously."

"Pahaha. Ben, if anything, you were just a grimy, snot-nosed midget." I commented. Was that a little harsh? Ha, maybe not. Ben doesn't care about anybody else's opinions.

"Watch it, Hamilton." He warned and smirked at the end. I rolled my eyes.

"Or what?" I tested and closed my yearbook. "Are you just going to kiss me like you kissed Flynn?" I whispered that last part.

"I told you that was a lie." He sighed. "Stop fucking about."

"Fine, but it's hilarious to think about." I knew it wasn't true. Ben absolutely hated Flynn and if anything, Flynn would think that he's too good for Ben.

"Stop thinking intimate fantasies about me, freak." He gave me a small nudge and walked off.

"Calm those hormones, boy, otherwise I might start thinking you fancy him instead of me." Jace laughed. I snorted and pulled him into me.

"I'll only ever love you, even if I do think Ben isn't all that bad looking." I snorted. Jace laughed too.

"I mean, he is pretty buff." He added.

"Don't forget witty, competent, funny and handsome." Ben whispered from behind me.

"Screw you." I told him and shoved him away from mine and Jace's hug.

"You know you want to." He wiggled his eyebrows, laughed loudly and walked out the reception doors, yearbook in hand and that 'I'm better than everyone' walk.

"I guess I should be heading out too. I'll see you tonight then?" I grinned, wrapping him up in another hug. My heart literally ached whenever we were this close. My breathing went ragged and my it felt like there were elephants prancing around inside my stomach.

"See you tonight." He breathed as I pulled away from him and pecked him on the lips.

I stepped backwards and felt a figure behind me and large hands on my waist. "Oh hell, I'm sorry-" I frantically cried and turned around to face whoever I bumped into. I cut myself off when I saw that Flynn was stood behind me. His hands were on my waist from when he caught me from falling on the floor and his eyes bore into mine.

He didn't say anything. He just dropped his hands to his side and gave me a cut nod before walking off. I was just frozen there for a few moments, feeling a little awkward about the whole encounter. He didn't even speak to me and I was too wound up in my own thoughts to actually give him a genuine apology and thank you. If he hadn't had caught me, I would've fallen and hit my head on the tiled flooring.

Liam was waiting outside the reception for me, saving me from a forty minute walk home. It was twenty-six degrees outside but it sure didn't feel like it when all the trees surrounding the car park danced wildly and slapped me in the face with the cold breeze that nipped at my bare arms.

I waved at Jace through the glass windows and slid into Liam's car. He was jamming out to a Bowling For Soup- a band that I hadn't stopped listening to since Jace told me about them. Liam must've heard the songs through the paper thin walls in our house- that, or my crappy singing.

Liam drove out the school gates and I relaxed in my seat, smiling. I was happy, I was truly, genuinely happy. I was also super excited for tonight. Seeing Jace in a tux, looking all sexy and handsome. That would most definitely not help in my pursuit of not jumping his bones tonight.

Liam parked up in the driveway and got out the car. I met him at the doorstep and waited for him to stick the key into the keyhole so I could just go home and relax. Of course; with Molly and Trish around, I don't think I'd be able to even get a moment's silence.

We stepped in the house and the first thing I smelt was momma's homemade cauliflower cheese. I followed the scent into the kitchen and stood there with my eyes closed, taking in the cheesy-herby smell.

I was welcomed by their faces as soon as my eyes opened. Molly started giggling and then Trish joined soon after.

"Jesus Christ, dude. I knew you liked cauliflower cheese, but to take in the smell like that- well, it's just creepy."

"I can take in the smell however I want." I said, mimicking Trisha's voice.

"Oh hun, your dinner is almost ready. You need to eat before you go, there won't be any food there." Mum said. "I was teaching Molly and Trisha the recipe."

"You don't teach me the recipe!" I whined.

"Well if you wanted to learn how to cook, then I would've taught you." She retorted. I just rolled my eyes, muttering a 'whatever' before dragging my feet up the stairs of the mahogany staircase and then to my bedroom.

Ungracefully, I flopped on the bed and covered my face with cushions. I was exhausted, last night I was with Jace and well, we didn't get to bed very early. Trisha didn't want to leave my room; just like last time, she slept on my bed without my permission. Her reason being 'your bed is much comfier than Liam's'. In all fairness, it actually was. So for most the time they've been staying over, I've slept over at Jace's.

Before I could even get the slightest bit of shut eye, Molly burst into my room looking all giddy and excited. "Oh my god Zach! Ask Jace to bring Cammie over, please, please, please? We'll have a big sleepover!"

"Shut up." I groaned, turning my head to face the window and away from Molly. She was being way too loud and excited.

"Oh please!" she whined.

"Fine." I rolled my eyes. "I'll ask him to bring her over." All of my mates and I put their two cents in so that we could get to prom in a limo. A cool Hummer, at that. The limo was going to Rebecca's house first because she lived the farthest away and then it would travel up from there, pick a couple people up, before heading over to my house last, so Jace could just string along Cam and leave her here.

The only downside was that Flynn was getting in the limo too, practically everyone in my year group who were in Torvux were joining us as well as their girlfriends but it wasn't that bad, i guess. They've come to mix with Jace's group of friends pretty well.

"When are you going to start getting ready? You need to spare half and hour to eat, two hours to get ready, half and hour for photos and then forty minutes travelling time from here."

"I don't take two hours to get ready, Mol." I mumbled into my silky duvet sheet.

"Well, it's two thirty right now, your prom starts at seven. Don't be late." she said. It was only when I heard my bedroom door close that I made an effort to call Jace to not forget Cammie when he makes his way over.

I lazily threw my phone across the bed sheet once the call ended and dug my face into my pillow, closing my eyes and letting sleep take over.

*

I was pretty late and I had been rushing around like a maniac. Once I opened my wardrobe door to look at my mirror, I noticed my hair was something that resembled a birds nest and my eyes were tired and droopy.

"You know, I kind of dig the sex hair." Jace chortled and stepped closer to me, giving me a lasting kiss on the lips. I kissed him back and grabbed my comb and hair gel.

I hadn't even noticed him, which was kind of scary in itself. What if there was a break in one day? Then what?

I gave my hair a quick tidy up while Jace say at my bed and continuously moaned at me to hurry up because the limo is outside.

Molly and Trish welcomed themselves in my room with big fat grins on their faces; Cammie stepped in a little afterwards.

"Come on man!" Molly yelled, "still got pictures to do!"

"Fine, fine." I sighed, and shoved my feet into an expensive pair of shoes. We all left my room and mum was waiting by the foot of the stairs.

"Everyone's ready outside, we're all waiting for you!" Dad hurried me and flapped his arms to motion 'hurry up.

I stepped over the threshold where indeed, eight other people were waiting outside for me, all dressed glamorously and posh.

Ben waved at me and I waved back. He was dressed in a fitted tux, his usually unruly blond hair was slicked back and his shoes were super polished. Rebecca was beside him, dressed in a purple gown with lots of sparkles.

"OK, huddle up in front of the limo everyone!" Mum yelled.

"Don't be an attention whore, Zach. Go to the back, you're way too tall." Molly laughed. "And Flynn. Jesus Christ, you're like giants."

I cleared my throat and made my way to the back row, Jace stood next to me and Flynn stood to my other side, with Kyle next to him. It was no secret that they were as each other's prom dates. Kyle said that they were only going as friends but I wasn't so sure.

We all posed for what felt like a million pictures. Flash after flash, order after order, I just wanted to get to prom. By the time we'd finish these pictures, prom would be over.

"OK, one more! This time, a funny one!" Mum called and took a picture. She signalled a thumbs up and put the camera back inside her camera bag.

I sighed in relief and flung open the door of the limo, pausing momentarily to take in how striking it looked. Electric blue lights ran around all the seats and the ceiling and two long, plush leather sofas were facing each other. The windows were tinted black, barely letting anyone inside look outside and completely blacking out what's inside from the outside.

"Are you going to get in or what?" Jace said from behind me. I laughed and moved inside, having to duck my head and practically crawl on my knees because of how tiny it was for me. I sat down at the far back so everyone else could get in.

We all settled in, and the limo raced down the road. Everyone chorused a cheer and raved on about how psyched they were.

This was going to be one hell of a night.