I sigh, "hello, boys."

"Hello, devil," Trevor winks.

I roll my eyes and look directly at Tony. "We need to talk."

Ethan and Trevor make hissing noises.

"Mm," Tony laughs and shakes his head, "try again."

I huff, "can we talk? Please?"

"Well, since you asked so nicely," a half-smile forms on his face at the semblance

of me ever being submissive to him of all boys.

I grab his wrist and pull him away from the twin flames that burn at my sanity.

"What is it?" Tony asks as I side-eye him for shaking off my grasp.

"...I've been thinking, and I came up with a solution that I believe we'd both be okay with."

"...a solution to what?"

"This whole thing," I gesture back and forth between us.

"I'm not following..."

"Anyway," I roll my eyes. "You can take me to the masquerade."

"What?" He laughs.

"Should I say it in French?"

"No, just try again."

I sigh, "will you take me to the dance?"

Tony sucks air between his teeth. "I can't."

"Excuse me?" I glare, and he shrugs while walking away. "Wait—"

"Yes?" Tony turns around indifferently.

"Why not?"

"Brenda already asked me."

I cross my arms, "Well, tell her 'no'."

"I already said 'yes'."

"She's not that cute."

Tony rolls his eyes, "I've got to go."

"When did you stop liking me?"

"You can't be serious," he scoffs.

"Do I strike you as a kidder?"

"No, you strike me as someone so fucking shallow, Audrey, that you don't think calling me pathetic and using me whenever it's convenient would be enough to make me stop liking you. You think it's impossible for anyone to not like you?"

"Tony, I didn't-"

"Shut up, Audrey."

"Aren't you going to eat?" Lisa asks when she sees me heading toward the door.

"Yeah, save me a seat, okay?"

She smiles and motions toward the rose in my hand, "Got a date in the burnout lunch zone?"

I jokingly roll my eyes, "I'll be back."

I wish they would eat inside, cafeteria lunch dates would certainly be something I'd make a habit of. Most of them wander the halls during the winter months and only go outside to smoke, so I feel better knowing I'm not interrupting a crowd.

"Heather," Leo announces almost like a warning to the others. He's always worried someone's going to say something wrong around me.

"Hey," I lean over and kiss him.

"You wanna sit down?"

"Oh, I can't, I have to get back to Lisa. But I wanted to ask," I hand him the rose, "will you be my date to the sweethearts' dance?"

He chuckles, "you're making me go to that, huh?" I nod with a hopeful smile. "Then, of course, I'll be your date."

"Aw, Rylin's breaking out his dancing shoes," one of his friends teases.

"Celine Dion'ing it all night now, Leo?" Someone else adds.

"Actually-" I argue, "we're having live music this year."

"Live music?" Leo questions, "Like a band?"

"Yes, Audrey just put up the posters today," I reply. "But I guess you don't read them when you're not tearing them down."

"You're not going to let me forget that, are you?"

"Is it a good band playing?" The Celine Dion inquisitor asks.

"...probably not," I say uneasily, "...it's a cover band."

"Covering what?"

"...someone like Celine Dion, I suppose," I admit.

"I knew it!" He replies.

"You should all still come, though," I suggest.

"You're joking, right?" They laugh amongst themselves.

"No, it will be fun."

"School dances aren't fun unless you're in middle school trying to cop a feel for the first time."

"And aren't tickets like $75 a person?"

I tilt my head in confusion, "That's nothing."

"Butterfly-"

I turn to him with a nervous look, "I'm being tone-deaf again, aren't I?"

"Little bit, come here," he pulls me onto his lap and covers my mouth with his hand.

"Fuck the price," Leo shrugs, "Danny always ends up with a bunch of tickets so he can bring Val-" He stops talking and sighs heavily, "...shit, it's my job to steal them now, isn't it?"

"No, don't do that," I reprimand.

"Tell you what, Rylin. If you get the tickets without being caught, we'll show up."

He scoffs, "I couldn't care less if you show or not."

"But your girlfriend just invited us. You can't let down the missus."

"This is some nice shit you've got going on in here. I feel like I'm in a big church or something," Matt says as he looks around.

"If this was a religious school, I'd never show up."

"And I'd feel bad for bringing this in here," he lifts the ziplock bag of weed up to my face.

"We're in luck then," I take it from him and put it inside my jacket.

"Make sure Leo gets his half."

"I will."

"And make sure he up-sells."

"Alright."

"And make-"

I sigh in annoyance, "Get out of here before security comes or something, and you have to explain why you don't have a school I.D."

"Yeah, okay, see you back home."

I watch him leave out of the door first before I get out of the stairwell.

"Hey-" my arm is grabbed as soon as I turn the corner.

"The fuck do you want?" I shrug off Jace Kendal.

"Look, I've got money," he says in a hushed voice.

"And I've got a hefty ballsack, what's your point?"

"Let me buy something from you. I saw, I know you're holding."

"Fuck off," I scoffed and tried to go about my way again.

"You sell to me now, or I go let the headmistress know that you're carrying around special herbs and spices."

"What, can't get through the day being sober?" I ask, taking notice of his bloodshot eyes. "All of you fucking centrals are like gnats buzzing around my goddamn ear."

"Just give me a price." You're really begging me for drugs...but call me a burnout?

I gaze in skepticism, "...give me a hundred bucks."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"If you don't like the price, go buy from someone else."

"No one else is stupid enough to bring shit on campus."

"Get used to emptying your wallet then...or start getting stupid," I put my hand out.

"Here," he grudgingly slaps the cash into my hand.

"Thank you," I give him way less bang for his buck, "come again."

"Fucking crook," he spat.

"Nice job out there, boys," coach says halfheartedly as always.

"Thanks, coach."

He waves us off and stows himself away in his office. I think he drinks.

"Man, I'm sure glad Andrews isn't a catcher," Wilson Posey says with an amused smile, "He'd miss the ball checking out my ass."

I grab a baseball bat from the bench and walk up to him.

"Bro- chill out," Jared steps between us. "It was a joke."

"Yeah?" I question, "Then when does it get funny?"

"Relax, Andrews," Posey furrows his eyebrows as if he's confused at why I'm mad.

"No, you relax. You're not my type." I toss the bat at him and he catches it.

I want to ask if anyone else has a problem they'd like to settle right now, but coach walks back out from his office and glares.

"Stop lollygagging and get changed! We've all got places to be."

I go back to my locker and start to dress as quickly as I can. Fuck being in here with these assholes.

"Yo, Evan..." Jared comes up next to me, "you gonna start swinging at anyone who looks at you funny now?"

"No, just the ones who talk shit first."

"We don't care who you like. What you do is your business, you know?"

"Really?" I laugh sarcastically. "Then why'd you and everyone else ice me out last week? That's what not caring looks like?"

"You wigged out at the burger place, man. We were trying to keep things cool."

"Oh, yeah, real cool."

"Seemed like you needed your space." He laughs, "it still seems like you could use some space."

"I'm fine."

"I don't know about that, but the team's not ragging on you. Go play baseball, football, or with some dude's balls." I give him an unamused, threatening expression. "Joking!" He puts his arms up in surrender.

"Still not laughing."

"If you're not ungrounded by then, I can just come here."

"If I'm not ungrounded by then, I will sneak out. It's your birthday, I don't care what my mom says, I'm celebrating with you."

"There's still time before drastic measures need to be taken," Heather says as she plays with my fingers. "Do you think she'd let you go if she knew we were together?"

"I thought about that...and I don't know. Part of me thinks she would, but the other part of me is having breakfast with the enemy every morning."

"Think about it from her perspective, she was worried about you that night. This isn't the safest city," she empathizes. "I really wouldn't mind it just being me, you, and cake. We could even invite some of your friends."

"My friends? On your birthday?" I laugh. "You can't like them that much. I'm sneaking out, that's final. The guys would ruin the fun with the way they are right now anyway. Especially Danny."

"So you've mentioned," she looks at me for an explanation.

"Danny and Val called it quits, and now Danny is pissed at the world."

"They broke up?" She says in shock. "That's so sad..."

"I kind of get her, I mean, it would make me feel like garbage if I thought you were into another guy."

"He loves someone else?"

"Nah, but wandering eyes, you know? This other girl is Danny's type on the outside. I think it makes him believe he wants her more than he actually does. They'd make a shitty couple."

"That's why you have to see more in people than what they look like."

I smirk, "yeah? What do you see in me?"

"The sun, the moon, and all the stars," she says as she looks up at me, slowly sealing the space between our lips.

I smile into the kiss, "you're so cheesy."

She laughs a little, "And you still smiled."

I kiss her again in response. I'd smile at anything nice you say to me, butterfly, but being cheesy and cute is a plus. And I show my gratitude by turning her on.

Heather starts to undo the buttons on her shirt, and I pull her bottom lip between my teeth before releasing it.

After another quick peck on her lips, I sit up and reach under my bed for my box of condoms. I can't wait to use every single one of these on her in a million different positions.

"Did you like it last time?"

I know you did, but say it anyway.

"Yes," she nods enthusiastically.

"Yes," I repeat, tracing a finger up her bare thigh.

Her lips latch onto my neck, and I sigh in satisfaction when her teeth graze over my skin.

I'm already in trouble, bruise me as much as you want, butterfly.

My hands roam over her body, squeezing and gripping her supple skin just because I can.

"Take your clothes off," she says breathlessly.

"Not yet." I whisper into her ear, "I wanna see how wet I can make you with all our clothes still on."

Heather smirks before unbuttoning my jeans and sliding her hand into my boxers.

Her fingers wrap around me, and she looks me in the eyes as she starts to stroke back and forth.

"That's cheating," I say breathily.

She licks a stripe up my lips, "We can bend the rules a bit."

I moan when she squeezes at my tip...and suddenly I have the initiative to lift up her skirt.

My fingers play at the line of her panties making her shiver at every delicate touch I make on her skin. She strokes me faster, and I slip my hand in to rub on her clit.

Heather lets out a breath, and I capture it in a kiss. She spreads her legs farther apart and gives me more access to her body, my fingers drawing slow circles that send her humming in every touch of our lips, her tongue brushing against mine desperately.

Damn, are we a sight to see right now.

"Now do the clothes come off?" She asks.

I nod and we pull our hands away from one another— or at least out of each other's pants because I still had my hands taking her clothes off. It's nice to have her naked long before I am.

It gives me time to treat her before I'm too tempted to just fuck her brains out.

I lick from her neck up to her ear and she giggles...I kiss right below her navel and she hums with a smile...I flick my tongue back and forth on her clit and she squirms...

My arms hook around her thighs to keep her in place while I licked, and delved, and tasted every part of her that made her moan like crazy. She pushes my head further down on the dewy, hot center between her thighs, grinding herself against my face and arching her back off of the bed.

Heather pulls on locks of my hair making me groan with my mouth still on her. She quivers at the sound and whimpers as she raises her hips in hopes that I'd give her more...maybe a couple of fingers, but no. I curl my tongue and keep with the pretty strokes lapping round and round, over and over and making her a beautiful mess in my hands.

My eyes shift up to look at her and I smirk at her hard nipples and entranced stare. Heather likes watching me do this. She pushes my hair back from my face and moans softly at the sight of me devouring her and the feel of my lips sucking her clit.

One day, I'm going to do this for as long as she lets me tease her. But today, she's impatiently opening the condom.

I move from between her legs and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. She sits up before I can pull down my pants and happily does it for me before handing me the condom.

Her eyes don't leave my hands as I slide it down the length of my dick, and after it's on, I pounce on her making her fall back against the bed with me on top of her for once.

"Yes?" I say with the head of my cock already pressing into her.

"Yes," she nods.

Good.

I push in slow...so slow, every inch of me soaking in warmth and wetness...and every bit of my restraint keeping me from cumming right now.

Heather holds my face in her hands and stares into my eyes as I fill her up completely, wanting her to feel every ridge and vein of my cock. Her mouth fell open, and the smallest mewl escaped her— it was almost enough to tie knots in my stomach.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck when I start to move, giving her nice, full thrusts, progressively going harder and harder until she throws her head back and lets out a choked moan.

I slip two fingers into her mouth and her lips wrap around them...I like this. I like this a lot. I fuck her faster now and watch as her body rocks. Her lips part when she moans, and I take my fingers out and

drag them down her skin.

My mind is racing with all the things I want to do to you, Heather.

I thrust hard into her one last time and then stop, my body flush against hers. "Fuck," I groan, "this feels too good." You break me so easily.

I lean down and kiss her, making her gasp every time I pull out only a little just to push back in whenever our lips touch.

I get off of her and she whines at the emptiness. "So impatient," I laugh before laying on my side, "so horny," I add, pulling her body to mine and bringing her leg across my waist. She scrambled for air when I slid into her that way— so deep our souls touched with every long, slick stroke.

My bed creaked from our bodies tangled on top of it. She was right, we can't be quiet, and the idea of someone on the other side of these thin walls hearing our drawn-out moans and pleas mixed with grunting and filthy whispers is kinda hot.

Even if we didn't moan...the room would still sing with the sound of me moving in and out of her while she drips all over me and my god— I'm obsessed.

You always get so fucking wet.

She rolls her hips as I thrust into her, moaning with every breath she takes. Her hand reaches back to my thigh for something to grab and her nails sink into my skin. I intertwine our fingers to keep her from doing any damage when I pick up the pace.

Heather stutters out "Fuck," and I smirk knowing she only says words like that to me when she's mad or cumming. Hearing her fall to pieces makes my dick twitch inside of her.

"Look at me," I say lowly, and she turns her head to face me, "I wanna watch you."

Heather nods and her arm reaches across and cradles my head. I give her kisses in between her shaky breaths...and I see the exact moment it hit her...the same moment I feel her tightening around me.

You look so pretty completely wrecked.

She doesn't turn away, and she does her best to keep her eyes open, fighting past the moans to speak—

"I love you," Heather says...

And then fully gives in to the waves of her orgasm.

Wait.

Hold on.

...

What?