I made my way through the empty school hallways and tried to fix my messy hair as much as possible. I was already fifteen minutes late and me looking like I just woke up wasn't going to make this day better.

Royce was lucky that he still had a couple more days of no school. His stitches were coming out soon so my mom didn't even let him out of his room.

She was basically his personal caregiver the whole time he was seriously injured. It bothered me sometimes since I wanted to spend some alone time with him.

However, we did sneak quick pecks on the lips whenever we passed by the hallway or I entered his room to 'check up on him'.

Luckily, today his stitches came out today so he was going to be home alone and my mom was finally going back to work.

I cleared my thoughts of Royce once I entered my quiet English classroom. I avoided the stares I got from the annoying students and quickly made my way towards my seat and took out my English notebook and pencil.

"You're late, Chris. Next time it will be a twenty minute detention after school." Mr. Wilson scolded without turning around to acknowledge me and continued to write a passage by Shakespeare on the board.

I mentally groaned as some students giggled in taunt. I really hope this class goes by quickly.

After a torturing hour in class, I went to the rest of my classes and almost ran home.

I unlocked the front door and dropped my heavy backpack beside the coat racket. I was about to close the door until somebody slipped inside before I could.

"Finally you're home! I kept knocking but nobody would answer the door! I'm exhausted and hungry." Luis whined loudly and threw himself on top of the couch.

Now I was happy to see my best friend but I was really hoping to have some alone time with Royce but I guess it can wait for another time.

"Royce is upstairs but he's probably sleeping. Order some pizza while I go check up on him." I told Luis and made my way upstairs but not missing his smirk.

"You go and check up on your man." he taunted and reached for the phone.

I rolled my eyes at him and couldn't help but smile. My man..

I walked towards Royce's room and knocked on his door a couple of times before opening it.

Royce was shirtless on the carpet floor and doing sit-ups. His whole torso was glistening in sweat and I almost attacked him right on the spot.

He had some faded scars on his chest and now had a fresh one where he was stabbed. I still can't believe he got hurt so badly in the first place.

I know Royce can be a jerk but that's no reason to try and kill him. Something about his scars made him look sexier though.

"Are you just going to stare or are you going to help me?" Royce's voice brought me back to reality, making me stare away from his abs.

I stepped inside his room and closed the door behind me. "Uhm..what do you need help with?" I nervously questioned and scolded myself for being entranced with his threatening eyes and mischievous smirk.

"Come here." he seriously instructed.

I walked towards him and sat down criss cross since he wasn't planning on standing up.

We faced eachother and made eye contact without one of us looking away. His stare was making me nervous and insecure but I was happy it wasn't his usual glare.

"So what do you ne-" I tried asking but was suddenly roughly pushed down.

I groaned as the I stared up at the ceiling but the view quickly changed when Royce hovered above me. The tip of our noses touched as I felt his lips inches away from mine.

"I need some motivation to do push-ups so stay still while I do them." he simply instructed and balanced up his body with both of his hands beside my head.

I didn't quite understand what he meant until he bended his elbows and did a push up on top of me and quickly pecked my lips before pushing himself back up.

His rough lips made my own numb with pleasure and excitment.

I blushed as he continued on with his push-ups and did the same routine.

"Are you allowed to do exercise? Your stitches just came out today. Doesn't it hurt?" I questioned Royce and received an annoyed groan in return.

"Shut up and let me do my push-ups." he replied and stopped kissing me.

I frowned and layed still as he continued without even looking at me. Did I say something wrong?

I let a couple of seconds pass by before I spoke up, "Royce?" I softly questioned and got a bit worried when he stopped moving.

"I'm hungry now." he stated and got off of me. I balanced myself on my elbows and watched as he put on his shirt with a serious face.

I felt angry and disappointed at myself for ruining such a sweet moment with Royce. I should of just stayed quiet and let him do his exercises.

I got up and started to leave his room since he wasn't in a good mood and I didn't want to upset him any further.

I opened the door and was about to step out until Royce quickly stepped in front of me and playfully hit the side of my cheek.

"Such a sad face for such a beautiful brat like yourself." he stated then walked downstairs without another word.

My frown faded with his words and instead was replaced with a blushing smile. I followed him downstairs and saw Luis lazily on the couch watching a movie.

"What kind of pizza did you order?" I questioned him and sat down on the comfty couch.

Luis glanced over at me and wiggled his eyebrows. "You're back soon so I'm guessing it was a quickie since Royce looked sweaty when he walked to the kitchen." he replied.

I rolled my eyes and threw a pillow at him. "We didn't do anything. He was doing push-ups." I defended and stared at the t.v.

The Little Rascals was on and I almost squealed in delight. It was one of my favorite childhood movies. I could watch it all day and night.

"Well I ordered a plain cheese and a pepperoni pizza since you didn't say anything. It'll be here in ten minutes." Luis spoke up.

I nodded and continued to watch the movie until Royce walked out of the kitchen with a water bottle in his hand. Luis ignored him while I gave him my full attention.

But the problem was that Royce wasn't staring back at me, instead he was looking at Luis with a stare that I couldn't quite understand.

Did he find Luis attractive?

Royce made his way towards us and sat next to Luis causing a sting of pain to erupt in my chest. I looked down at my lap and bit my bottom lip.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Luis annoyingly questioned, making me glance back at him and Royce.

"Because I've never seen such orange hair before. You look like a leprechaun. Are you in any way related to Ed Sheeran?" Royce taunted and pulled on Luis's bright orange hair.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his words and actions. Now I understood why he was staring so much. He didn't like Luis romantically but was intrigued by his looks.

"Thanks for the sweet compliments." Luis sarcastically replied and crossed his arms with a scowl on his face.

"No problem at all, bro." Royce sweetly said and got up from his seat to sit next to me.

His thighs touched mine as he placed his right arm behind me. I cuddled into his side a bit and enjoyed the warmth radiating off of him.

"Jerk." I heard Luis grumpily mumble as we continued to watch The Little Rascals and waited for the pizza.

I brightly smiled and tried to enjoy these happy moments...

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....

"Hey, Chris."

I looked up from my math book and smiled at Pablo. He wore his usual grey beanie and kind smile.

"Hi, Pablo. What are you doing tonight?" I questioned and adjusted myself on my desk chair to give him my full attention.

Pablo shrugged and sat on the corner of my bed. "I'll probably go over to my girlfriend's house." he replied and grabbed the magazine I was reading not too long ago.

"That sounds better than being here doing homework." I stated and pointed to the thick math book on my desk.

Pablo chuckled and nodded. "That's for sure but you're a smart kid so don't ever change your mindset." he said seriously and skimmed through the magazine.

"Well I better get going before it gets late. I probably won't be back for dinner but then again neither is Royce." Pablo stated and got up from my bed.

"Where did Royce go?" I questioned.

Pablo walked towards the door and stopped by the doorframe. "He told dad he was going to a 'friend's house' but he told me he was actually going to Cymphony's house instead. You know how that horny boy is." he chuckled.

I tried not to let the sudden news affect me so I forced a laugh with Pablo and waved a goodbye as he left. A part of me wanted to scream into a pillow and cry.

Was Royce still having sex with Cymphony? Why did it hurt so much?

"Honey, dinner is ready." my mom announced by the door and frowned when she saw my teary eyes.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" she questioned and lightly kissed my forehead causing me to wipe at my eyes.

"I'm fine, mom. Just a bit tired so my eyes sting from lack of sleep." I lied and forced another smile.

She didn't buy it but nodded anyways. I followed her to the kitchen and sat down next to Mark. He started talking about his day with me but I didn't listen to a word as thoughts of what Royce might be doing kept playing in my head.

I ate my dinner in silence then excused myself once I was done. I left to my room and decided to take a hot shower before I went to bed.

It was only 8:30 p.m but I felt exhausted mentally and physically.

The hot water burned my skin lightly but it felt amazing on my stressed muscles. I relaxed a bit and tucked myself into bed.

The quiet room and empty spot next to me where Royce usually snook into made me finally let out my saved tears.

Knowing that Royce was now in somebody else's bed and holding somebody else made me sob harder into my pillow.

I cried myself to sleep and didn't wake up until my throat became very dry. I got up from my bed and could feel how puffy my eyes were.

I stumbled through the dark hallway and carefully made my way downstairs. I went to the kitchen and turned on the light.

I grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge and made my way back to my room once I turned off the kitchen light again.

Once in my room I drank some water and placed the bottle by my nighstand. I crawled back into bed and snuggled into my soft blankets.

My door then creaked open causing me to turn around to glance at who it was. Royce stumbled inside and locked the door before taking off his shirt and shoes.

He climbed into bed next to me and I could see from the light coming from the window that he was drunk. He reaked of liquor and his hair was a mess.

Where the hell was he?

"Royce, where were you?" I seriously questioned and helped him get under the covers.

"I....got a b-bit drunk." he lazily stated and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why?" I asked a bit angry at his reckless behavior. Royce rolled his eyes and layed down.

"Because I felt like it." he replied a bit more sober now. I glared at him and just let out a sigh of frustration.

I layed back down and turned away from him. I was too tired to argue so instead I closed my eyes and tried to fall back asleep.

However, I did not miss the way Royce leaned over and pressed a firm kiss on my cheek before falling asleep soon after....