Zach's POV

I saw Tyra's jaw fall to the floor, not literally of course, but it was close. She hadn't expected me to do this, obviously. To be honest, I don't know if had either.

I felt Dylan relax under my hands, putting his own on top of mine, caressing my skin. He looked up and I felt the tug of a smile reaching my lips when his beautiful light blue eyes pierced into me, leaving me slightly breathless.

My eyes shifted to his lips, still a bit swollen after our earlier wrestling games. He grazed his lower lips with his teeth and I almost hissed as the image ignited a flame inside of me. I was okay with being public, but I wasn't going to share anything with the nosy teenagers around us. He was mine, and as much as I wanted to show the world, I didn't want them to see everything.

"You finished eating?" I asked, hoping that he would say yes.

"Actually, I haven't started..." he replied and I would have lied if I said I wasn't disappointed. I wanted to steal him away, perhaps getting him into that closet again, feeling his hot skin under my hands.

I looked down in front of him and saw that he hadn't fetched any food yet. "So, where's your food?"

He actually blushed at that, and I couldn't wrap my head around why. He mumbled something inaudibly.

"Babe, I'm getting you food, then you're going to eat it real quick, then I'll steal you away from here so that I can get you for myself for a while before classes start again," I whispered in his ear and smiled when I caught his response. He was shivering lightly, pupils dilating. That was enough to make me want to take back what I had just said. Food, who needs that?

"I'll get it myself. You want to sit with us for a while?" Dylan asked when he had regained his composure.

I looked at the two others and felt slightly uneasy about sitting at the table with Tyra, but I could handle it, or rather, I had to handle it since they were friends. I nodded at the other two and sat down, keeping my smile going although I knew it was a forced one. Dylan touched my hand in a reassuring gesture and walked away, leaving me behind with one person I knew from my past, and one person I'd never talked to.

"Hi Zach. I'm Seb," said the twink in front of me. He was cute, and I noted that he had this sincere look about him that made me relax a bit. He wasn't judging me, and it was an odd feeling. I was always judged, so how come this guy didn't?

"Hi," I answered, "...so what's up?"

"Nothing much, trying to get Dylan to go get his food, but you sort of sorted that, I guess..." Seb replied and went back to his food.

I looked over at Tyra and saw her looking at me. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking, but I could see that she was confused. In one way, I shouldn't be surprised, but it actually hurt a bit. I didn't need to be reminded that I was acting strange now when I was actually feeling better. I needed this chance, and she was going to give me one.

"You don't seem to like this very much, Tyra," I said. I somewhat regretted that I'd pulled us to this point already, but there was no use dragging it out. We needed to talk about this before she stabbed me in the back, telling Dylan things I would rather tell him myself.

She sighed. "Zach, I don't like to be in the middle of something. If you're serious about Dylan then please tell him stuff before I can't keep it secret. I'm on his side in this you know..."

Well, at least she was honest. I had always liked that about her. "I'll talk to him soon, but you can't expect me to do it right away. I'm just getting to know him," I answered seriously. She seemed to think hard on my response for a while, not saying anything.

Dylan sat down next to me and scooted as close to me as he could get, flashing me one of his breath-taking smiles. He seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere and that sort of put a lid on the whole thing. He began to chat with Tyra and Seb while I just sat there, focusing on him and not really saying anything. He didn't seem to mind. It was as if he understood that I wanted to be an observer rather than a participant. I even forgot that I had asked him to finish quickly. I just sat there listening, entranced by his voice. He included me in another way, keeping his hand locked around mine. I was more content that I'd been in a very long while--just sitting there, zoning out on everything else than his hand and his prattle.

"Weren't you taking me somewhere." Dylan flashed me a smile. I looked at his plate and saw that he had finished. It was time to go. I gave him a suggestive smirk and rose, tugging him with me.

"Bye guys," he said to the others, not sounding the least bit sorry that he was leaving them.

We left hand in hand, and I could tell that people were talking, staring and some of them giggling, but I didn't care. I had never cared about their opinion before, so why would I start now when I was with someone I actually liked. Dylan didn't seem fazed, either, and that was another major plus. I didn't want to deal with someone who couldn't handle immature teenagers. I wasn't cut out to defend someone's feelings, or perhaps I would, if I had to. If that damn teacher showed his face, I wouldn't hold back. I knew there was something going on between him and Dylan, and the situation smelled bad. Really bad.

"So, where are we going?" Dylan asked, his voice thick with suggest. The sound made my insides squirm in anticipation. Hearing just how horny he was for me, well, it was a major turn on to say the least.

"You remember that storage room?"

"Well, I remember, and it's not only fond memories," he answered harshly.

I guess I deserved that.

"That's what I thought, and that's why I'm erasing that memory now... this time I'm not going to stop."

He squeezed my hand and pulled me in for a kiss, his soft lips melting against my own--right there in the hallway where everyone could see.

"I wouldn't allow you to," he breathed against my lips.

"You. Are. So. Damn. Sexy," I said to make him realize just how much he affected me. I felt him grind our crotches together and I hissed behind clenched teeth. "You are one naughty boy."

He only grinned in response and started to drag me through the corridor. I looked around briefly and I almost laughed at all the stunned faces looking our way. Let them look, I thought.

I was practically hurled into the little untidy room, almost falling over scattered equipment and discarded items. It seemed as if this was the place you put things you didn't know what to do with. There were even some piles of tattered old books hiding in the corner.

The door closed behind me and all of a sudden I was pushed up against it. Someone was getting aggressive. I enjoyed how he took on my role just like that, not asking for permission to touch, to grind or to kiss his way across my body. My erection was straining against my pants to the point where it was getting uncomfortable.

"You want some help with this," Dylan whispered in my ear while touching my crotch with his hand. I whimpered in response, and I rolled my eyes at how stupid I sounded--the reactions this guy pulled out of me... not really okay, but who cares about reputation when you're standing in a storage closet, your cock ready to leap out of your pants.

"I guess that's a yes..." he whispered again while unzipping my pants. He knelt down in front of me and tugged at my briefs, releasing me just as he looked up at me under his lashes. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. and I couldn't help but let out another groan from my throat. My hands fisted in his hair, urging him to relieve me of the fire that burned too hot inside of me. I just wanted to push him down on the floor, claiming him again. But no, I was going to let him run the show today.

I breathed hard as I came down from the high, pulling Dylan up in my arms, letting him be my anchor to reality. It had been the best fucking blowjob ever, but I started to kiss him hungrily, not really sated yet. He tasted of me, but when mixed with his own taste I didn't care.

"You know, I think I might learn to like school if stuff like this is offered once in a while..."

He chuckled in response. "Well you better get used to it, 'cause this will happen again, and again, and again..."

I was about to respond when the bell rang. Stupid thing. Dylan pecked my lips once more and put his hand on the door handle. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's grab our things. I'm kind of curious what Ms. Demet has in store for us today."

We went to Dylan's locker, and I paled when I saw the writing on it, my heart sinking in my chest, my stomach constricting. No...

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What the hell...

I felt Dylan's fingers press tighter against my own. I looked at him and could see that he was confused, and a bit worried. He was smart enough to see a threat when he got one.

"Do you know who it's from?" he asked me, and I wanted to say no. I wanted to keep him out of this, but I knew I couldn't. He deserved to know. Especially if they were determined to get him involved.

"Yes, it's from Clive. The guy from yesterday."

"The asshole you mean?"

"Yup."

"Why is he doing this?"

"He wants me to keep quiet."

"About what?"

Yeah, that was the thing. The one thing I wasn't really ready to talk about. The one thing I'd kept inside of me for so long that I wasn't sure I could even form the words necessary. The one thing that kept my parents from sleeping, that kept me from living, or at least it had kept me from living. Now, I felt very much alive. Dylan made me feel like a living, breathing human.

"It has to do with my sister..." I answered, which wasn't really an answer, but the only thing I could give him now. Dylan looked at me expectantly, but he must have seen something in my eyes because his became glazed with concern.

"You'll tell me when you're ready Zach," he said softly, and I tugged him into my arms, relieved that he gave me time and that he didn't press me.

"I will," I answered, holding him tight, refusing to let Clive and his friends get their way. They wouldn't get to him. I wouldn't allow them. I was tired of their games... so damn tired. Perhaps it was time to put a stop to this.