"Give up already." Luke groans, lying down on the grass and I'm playing with the hair of my best friend whose head is in my lap.

"36D?" Aiden suggests making me throw a little grass at him.

"Stop it." I glare at everyone as half of us are sitting on the grass but Luke, Evan and Rose are sprawled out on the grass.

"Stop what?" My least favourite voice asks as she comes to sit beside Chris, who's sitting behind me, with my back to his front as I'm half-lying down between his legs.

"Guessing Adrianna's bra size after monday morning." Chase points out, "Dammit! Why was I not there?"

"Excuse me?" Chris glares at him, arching a challenging eyebrow which makes me smile in amusement as he probes, "What does that mean?"

"Nothing, it doesn't mean anything." I tell him, sparing Chase a glance who gives me a thankful look.

Chris doesn't know that Chase actually wanted to ask me out before he did. And since it wasn't anything serious, Chase asked me to not make a big deal out of it. So, I'm not.

"Well, if we're done discussing bra sizes, can we play something?" Evan says and I look down at him, his head in my lap while his left arm is stretched out, Rose snuggling close to him, her head on his shoulder.

We must look so weird.

"You're just saying that because you already know." Aiden points out, making me glare at him again, because he's the one who started this after Breanna told him what happened two mornings ago.

Evan rolls his eye backwards as he looks at me with a smirk, making me gasp as I lean forward and away from Chris's body, hardening my grip on Evan's hair as I make him look up at me.

"Ow, woman!" He hisses, trying to wiggle under my grip which makes Rose sit up as she stares down at him. "Let go."

"Answer me bitch, what do you know?" I narrow my eyes at him.

"Damn, you're actually kinky, Bri wasn't kidding." Luke observes, making me throw a deadly look at him but he only returns me a sly smile.

"Evan." I press and he flushes, he literally flushes as he stares at me. "How the hell?"

"You're forgetting the fact that you literally dragged me with you to buy that shit when you first started growing into a woman." He says, careful with his words but nonetheless, a mortified look takes over my face as I flush red.

"Seriously?" Breanna asks, gaping at me.

Well, that is true. I mean, I never had any girl friends before Breanna, and I only met her when I was fourteen, whereas my body started growing just as soon as I hit thirteen. So, the lack of mother led to lack of knowledge and I ended up dragging Evan into a lingerie store where a very kind lady in her forties helped me, while he tried to forget that whole experience ever happened.

"So?" Aiden presses Evan to spill but I only jerk his head back from his hair which is enough for him to keep his mouth shut.

He wouldn't know anyway! I mean, I'm eighteen, not thirteen anymore.

"If anyone continues this topic, I'm literally going to punch that person in the face." Chris speaks from behind me, his glare set on Aiden who scowls.

Chris pulls me back to himself as he keeps his hand on my belly, the thin t-shirt not doing much as I feel the warmth of his hand radiating through my skin. I let go of Evan's hair and he scurries from my lap to stand up.

He glares at me, "You're dead." He mumbles and I just snuggle into Chris's body more.

"You wish." I grin at him as he runs his hand through his hair to smoothen them out.

"You love attention, don't you?" Stacey speaks from besides me and I resist the urge to punch her in the face.

Chris tightens his hold on my body, his lips coming to place a kiss on my neck, which is enough to calm me down from my violent thoughts. It has been two days since we made things up, but what I'm failing to understand is that why the hell haven't we kissed since we made up.

I mean, we have pecked here and there, but we haven't kissed-kissed and it's driving me insane at this point especially because his tongue piercing has been a constant reminder of it. But, I ignore the feeling as everyone waits for me to reply to Stacey.

"Well, at least I don't beg for it." I give her an innocent smile, earning a chuckle from Evan who gives me a knowing wink.

"Claire." Chris admonishes me, making me roll my eyes as I interlock my fingers with him.

"Whatever." She huffs, "What are we playing?"

"You're hanging out with us?" Jordan asks, finally tucking his phone inside his pocket because he has been texting his boyfriend non-stop ever since we came here in the park to hang out after the school.

"Yup, you don't mind, do you?" She asks, her eyes fixed on Chris which makes me give my boyfriend a side glance but he doesn't react, at all.

"Nope. Not at all." Jordan answers when Chris doesn't, earning a look from him. "So, what are we doing?"

"Can we play dodge?" Aiden pipes up.

"Absolutely not. Unless you want me to un-dodge a ball at your—."

Chris puts a hand on my mouth, shutting me up but I still mumble under his hand until he bites, really bites on my neck, shutting me up completely. I look back at him and he's looking at me with amusement in his eyes, which brings a small smile on my face as I kiss his palm before he lets go of me.

"Capture the shoe?" Jordan suggests.

"Is that some weird version of capture the flag?" Rose asks.

"Yeah, I mean, we don't have a flag. So, who's sacrificing their shoes?" Jordan doesn't even looks at everyone, just stares at my flip flops, making me roll my eyes.

"T-shirt, Chase and Jordan?" I put my hands forward, making them narrow their eyes at me, "I mean, who would want to capture a dirty flip flop? Now, shirtless! Chop chop." I clap my hands together before getting out of Chris's grasp and standing up beside Evan.

"Okay, well, teams?" Breanna asks.

"I'm not playing in the same team as Adrianna, she's the worst teammate ever." Jordan whines, removing his shirt and showing off his abs, which immediately make me ogle at him.

The boy has defined pack of abs, literally!

"Eyes up here, woman!" Evan pinches my sides, and I blush.

"Are you seriously blushing?" Stacey scoffs, making me frown, "Never seen a man naked?"

"First of all, ew! Jordie's like my brother. Second of all, now that you're going to be around, don't point out my blushing because it happens easily and very irrelevantly." I tell her, trying my best not to sound snappy and yet failing.

She doesn't respond, in fact, she ignores me completely and I curse under my breath. My eyes meet Jordan's and he gives me a questioning look but I just shrug at him.

"Alright, An and I are choosing teams." Evan says, making me pout like a child.

"You hurt my feelings. Don't want me in your team?" I make a puppy dog face at him and he just smacks his palm straight ahead to my face.

"Please, that shit doesn't work for me."

I stick my tongue out at him. "Alright, odd eve?" I suggest and he nods.

"Odd."

"Eve."

"Fucking children." Chris mutters making me shoot him an amusing smile.

Evan and I play, I shoot a three while he pulls out a four, making me groan, "Chris." He says, smirking and I glare at him.

"Not fucking fair!" I yell, looking at my boyfriend who just shrugs at me before walking to stand by Evan's side. "Oh, you both just wait now." I point my fingers at them, "Luke."

"Rose." Evan chooses, making his girlfriend beam at him.

"Jordan."

"Fucking bitch!" Breanna curses behind me, making me laugh but I ignore her.

"No, please! Adrianna is the worst team member." Jordan groans but comes to stand by my side nonetheless.

"You love me, now shut up bitch." I snap at him, making Chris snicker so I shoot him a glare to which he just bites down on his lips, distracting me immensely as my gaze moves down to his mouth. Stacey clears her throat and I sigh, shaking my head.

"Aiden."

"Bri." I choose, earning a hug from her and then I notice that it's just two people left, so I speak up again, "Chase too."

"Alright then, Stacey." Evan shrugs.

Stacey happily goes to stand by Chris's side which makes me scowl. Well, that backfired. But I knew I couldn't stand even speaking two sentences to her, so I'd rather see him ignore her than her bitch about me at my face.

And then, the game begins. We mark a line, keeping the shirts at the back of each team as members spread around.

Jordan comes to stand by my side, giving me a lopsided smile as he looks down at his bare chest and then back up at me, "Like what you see?"

I scoff, "You're definitely bottom, aren't you?"

He narrows his eyes at me, "What?"

"I've seen Sawyer. He's definitely top. But then again, you both might switch." I shrug and his face turns into crimson red as he looks to make sure that Aiden and Chase didn't hear me. I roll my eyes, I'm not that stupid that I would out him like this if could hear me.

"Stop bullying him, Claire." Chris says from the other side making me turn to give him an arched eyebrow.

"Should I bully you?"

"Puh-lease. Like you can." Stacey scoffs.

I roll my eyes, not responding to her as I look between the two teams, "So, what does the losing team owes the winning team?" I ask.

"Ice cream. Two scoops." Rose announces and everyone immediately agrees.

"Al fucking right then. Let's do it." Evan says, blowing his girl a kiss.

I look away from them and turn to my own team. "Who's going first?" Aiden asks, drawing my attention.

"We are." Luke says, smirking at his best friend.

"He is." I comment, giving Luke a look, because we didn't decide that we were going first.

"I don't mind." He shrugs before stepping out of the line and making me roll my eyes.

Evan and Chris are having a conversation through their eyes, which makes me doubt things so many times. Isn't Chris supposed to hate him? But I know they are co-captains, so they are cooperative and share an understanding as team players like no one else.

"Slide by Chris's side." Jordan whispers to Luke.

"Why?" Chase asks.

"I know both of them, I'm their teammate, can read their eyes. Anyway, if you run by Evan's side, which is difficult, so they expect you to take the difficult way and will be carefree on the easy side, so take that." He shrugs, making me grin proudly at him.

"Well, I knew I chose you for a reason."

He rolls his eyes and Luke nods. Stacey does a countdown before Luke sprints from our side to theirs, and just like Jordan said, there concentration is on the left side, so he easily makes it from the right side, going to the back and capturing the shirt before he runs back from the left side, since now Chris and Evan are focused there. Rose, however, sprints after him and almost touches his t-shirt but he limps forward and comes back to our team.

"One point for team best." Breanna announces, kissing her boyfriend's cheek.

Chris rolls his eyes but when everyone is back to their positions, Stacey comes forward. She's fast, really fast as she runs past me and I try to tag her, but she goes behind Chase and captures the t-shirt. Just as she's running back with the t-shirt in her hand, a grin on her face, I bend down on my knees, and reach forward, grabbing her ankle.

She falls face first.

My team starts laughing when that happens, and Stacey gasps, turning her head to look at me and I just shrug.

"Jail." I point at the back, smirking and she huffs, giving me a deadly glare as she walks at the back.

The game continues as Jordan goes next. He's fast, and he should be, the boy's a basket ball player. He slips right through everyone and comes back to the team with a t-shirt in his hand.

I jump into his arms, laughing and he catches me, twirling me around as he chuckles, "You're a better teammate this time."

"Pftt! I'm the best." I grin at him.

He shrugs and everyone scatters around again before Evan comes to our team, and I grin as I literally holler after him. I take a leap before he can even reach the t-shirt and jump on his back. His front hits the ground with me on his back, making me laugh hysterically while he curses under his breath.

"Jail, Ev." I say, pointing at the back with Stacey and he pushes me off of him.

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Fucking idiot."

"Arrogant jerk."

"Stop." Breanna snaps at the two of us before she jerks at my arm, pulling me away, "You two are kids, seriously."

"Hah! You love us." Evan points his finger at her.

"We are awesome." I shrug.

"You got that right." He raises his hand in the air and I give him a high-five.

"Jail, now!" I tell him and he rolls his eyes before walking to the bitch herself.

Everyone gets back to the game, and the opposite team actually manages to score two points without getting tagged. However, this time I go forward. Chris immediately smirks when he sees me standing by the line, and I shake my head at him with a small smile on my face.

I run, I sprint by Chris's side and Rose's as I snatch the t-shirt and run back, my boyfriend almost gets to me before I haul my ass to another side with a loud yelp.

"I tagged you! Come back here." Chris demands, making me gape at him.

"No, you did not." I yell at him, frowning.

"He did." Aiden pipes in and I shoot him a look, "I'm not Jordan, that glare wouldn't do a thing to me." He points out, making me frown further.

"The hell? You didn't tag me. Don't be a sore loser."

"An, he did." Evan says from the back.

I look at my teammates who shrug at me, making me gasp before I flip my finger in the air for everyone, "You did not."

Chris just shakes his head at me before he comes to stand in front of me. My eyes are squinted together as I stare up at him with my hands on my hips. He bends down, and suddenly, my world is upside down as he hollers me over his shoulder and walks back to his team, literally dumping me at the end of it.

"Fucking asshole." I mutter and he smirks at me, kneeling down to peck my lips but before I can even capture them properly, he walks away.

I curse under my breath as Chris sprints to my team, successfully gets to the back and tags Stacey who's closer to him than Evan.

"Guess it's free walk time." Stacey smirks, looking at me and I shoot a glare at her.

She holds Chris's forearm walks back to their side, the same side where I'm standing since my boyfriend literally threw me into the jail. Cue the dramatic eye roll.

Chris comes to the back, gives me a shrug but I offer him a small smile. This isn't his fault, he's just being a good teammate to a bitch who doesn't deserve it.

When my team comes into action, Chase comes forward, running to the back and just when I think he'll capture the t-shirt, Rose comes behind him, almost touching him but he dugs right under her and reaches me. I grin, squealing and jumping and he laughs, as I go to hug him, forgetting that he's actually shirtless.

"You're the best." I ruffle his hair, and Chris clears his throat, drawing my attention to him.

He's glaring at Chase, more like glaring at the fact that I'm hugging the shirtless him and I give him an innocent smile before walking back to the team.

The game continues, for another twenty minutes. Evan is rescued by Aiden, and soon they are gaining points on us which makes me snap at Jordan like the crazy woman I am, and that makes him scowl at me like a child.

When Chris slips through me and successfully gains ten points, I stomp my foot on the grass.

"Fucking hell!" I yell at Jordan.

"Like I said, worst teammate ever." He tells Luke and Breanna who just laugh.

"Aww, don't be a sore loser." Evan ruffles my hair.

"Fuck. You." I glare at him.

He looks sideways at Chris who's looking at us with a curious glint in his eyes and then gives me a lopsided smile, "Your boyfriend wouldn't like it very much."

"Oh, shut up, Cyp!" I jab my finger at his chest and he gasps dramatically.

"You didn't."

"If you don't shut up, I will tell everyone your middle name." I grin at him, suddenly feeling very devious.

"Yeah, what the hell does your middle name even mean?" Jordan asks from beside me.

With wide eyes, both Evan and I turn to him, yelling together, "You know?"

He looks frightened for a second but then nods, "Uh- yeah, I mean.. am I not supposed to know your middle name? Sawyer told me." He shrugs.

"Oh, he didn't." Evan glares at no one in particular while I laugh, whole heartedly.

"I fucking love Sawyer." I announce, grinning like an idiot and Evan's deathly look turns to me.

"Why would his brother tell you his middle name?" Aiden asks, because he's always the curious one.

Jordan pales, gulping but then I speak up, "We're all really good friends. It might have slipped somewhere."

He gives me a thankful smile, letting out a breath and even Stacey looks surprised for a moment that I backed her brother up. She doesn't know me very well. Friendship means shit loads to me. Especially a friend like Jordan.

"Yup. Anyway, what does it mean?" He asks, trying to change the topic and I turn to Evan.

"Yes, Ev. What does it mean?" I ask, innocently but not keeping my smile off my face.

"I will castrate you if you ever mention that." He threatens, which only makes me laugh more.

"Is she the only one who knows the full name of Cyp?" Luke asks and I nod.

"Yup, and now so does Jordan. I mean, apart from his family." I say.

"Don't ever say it out aloud." Evan tells Jordan with finality in his voice who nods at him but then turns to me, "If you ever tell anyone what it means, I will personally cut you into pieces."

"You wouldn't." I chuckle.

"Okay, I wouldn't do that. But I will answer the very famous question — is Adrianna Claire Brooks top or bottom?" He smiles at me mischievously and I gasp, turning to him wide eyed.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would."

"How do you even know?" Stacey pipes in, smirking as she looks at Chris who actually looks like he wants to ask the same question.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know." Evan scoffs, making me smile a little.

"Are you team me or against me?" I ask him.

"You, always team you, Cupcake." He teases and I swat at his arm.

"Shut up."

"She's a—"

"Fucking idiot, if you say that, you're dead."

"Why is it such a secret?" My dearest boyfriend asks and I turn to walk to him, standing by his side and he immediately wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer.

"It's not." I kiss his neck, making an almost unnoticeable smile on his face.

"He would find out, sooner or later." Evan winks.

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