I look up from what was one hot make out session. Who knew little, shy Noah had it in him? I know I have a certain reputation around school but that doesn't mean I haven't had my share of fun. But what surprises me the most, is Noah Has just made one of the top shares of fun pretty quickly. I would like to meet the girl or girls Noah has perfected his technique with....

Anyway, I'm watching Noah as the good boy in him turns a bright shade of red and turns to apologise for his actions. But he stops himself before he says anything. He is staring at Damian and Damian is staring at him- God stupid jocks: I hate the lot of them. But quickly Noah snaps out of it and mumbles an apology. I keep looking at Damian he almost looks angry- he doesn't have feelings for Noah does he? Only one way to find out...

As soon as the English teacher moves on I roughly pull Noah's collar- turning him to face me once again. He's about to ask me what I'm doing but before he can get the words out I'm securing his mouth to mine again. Just like before he quickly begins to respond, By the way his lower region is working I can tell he's enjoying this- who can blame him? We are hot together. After a few fast paced minutes of action we pull apart gasping for air. This is fun, but both of us know this isn't anything more. I can see it in Noah's eyes: he's content with just using me as an excuse for fun, however,he's not the person I'm testing.

Like I thought Damian is still staring at Noah. He's full on scowling now. God, he really does like Noah. Wow the school's "golden boy" is gay! This is actually great- oh what fun I am going to have now, with this information.

Standing next to him, is his best friend, Jaxon and he doesn't look pleased either; but instead of shooting down Noah he is full on glaring at me. I cock an eyebrow at him, making him aware, that I know he's looking at me. Starting from the tips of his ears he begins to turn scarlet. It is almost cute, the shameful look he has on now-that is, if he wasn't such a douche- so it's not cute at all. I just continue looking at the two of them- what right do they have, to be mad at us for our fake relationship? Of course, in their eyes it's not fake- but still they shouldn't care. They are the boys, that could have almost anyone they want in our entire school and they have never shown any interest in who they are taking; so since when did they start to be picky?

I continue to watch them as they walk out of the school building, discussing something or other. Every few seconds, when they think no one is noticing, they each take turns taking quick glances back at us. I'm enjoying the discomfort they feel as they see we haven't really moved away from each other. I still am pressed against the locker with Noah standing over me from between my legs. It's all quite intimate yet feels quite comfortable and friendly for the two of us. Finally once the halls are cleared up and no one is in earshot I finally turn my attention back to Noah.

"That was fun, huh?" I smirk. He looks at me finally he's been lost in thought. He nods in response but I can tell somethings bothering him. "Spit it out. Whatever it is I can take it!" I demand getting slightly impatient with him- what could be worse than what he has already told me.

"Is it wrong if I was thinking of someone else when I was making out with you?" he shyly mumbles, making his words barely audible enough for me to hear. Wow, once his words sink in, it kind of stings. But honestly I'm kind of great to know that we won't have any awkward conversations about unrequited love in the future- I've had my fair share of them lately. So instead I laugh.

"Oh thank God! I'm grateful- I thought for a moment you were actually getting feelings for me- cause you were seriously getting into it. So who is the lucky girl" he laughs then begins to blush, realizing I'm waiting for an answer he starts staring at the floor shuffling his feet.

"N-no one" he stutters out. I've begun to realize when he is more than embarrassed to admit things. With him it's better to wait till he's ready then force it out if him. So if he doesn't want to share just yet, I'll wait. That's what friends are for- to always be there for you even when you can't share the problem.

I had spent the entire day avoiding Noah. Hoping he or Kate would deny the whole thing and come out with some explanation and this whole mess would go away. But that never happened. So in my final period I had psyched myself up so that I could corner Noah and ask for the explanation myself.

When the end of the lesson finally rolled around; I sprinted to Noah's locker where I knew he'd be collecting his books. He was there already accompanied by Kate. Dang Kate! It's okay, I'll just ask to speak to him in private. I begin to walk towards them but suddenly everyone in the hall suddenly stops. A sudden silence falls around us, this means only one thing, Ash Ryder.

Like I thought he's walking down the corridor with some chick on his arm. Like always, he looks good. I have always felt inspired by him- a year older than me- he's a man who doesn't care for anyone but himself. He stands up for what he believes in and can do whatever he wants. Unlike most of us, he does whatever he wants when he wants, since he doesn't let himself be dictated by high school social standards. The fact is: he is respected for being who he is. I don't agree with some of his life choices, he does what he has to. I've heard the rumors of just some of the crap he has had to deal with, from what I've heard he makes my life look like a breeze and I guess under those circumstances the rules change. I'm lost just watching him In awe.

Then there is a collective gasp and suddenly Ash's head snaps to the side. I follow the direction of his gaze and then I suddenly wish I hadn't. Sucking each other's faces off are Noah and Kate- they aren't at all subtle. I feel my heart shatter, I hadn't realised how much I had relied on that little bit of hope that there was some other explanation to those photos. But evidently there isn't. I just stand there, jaw slack against the floor, mesmerised by them. I hadn't realised, just how much, the possibility, of a Noah and I, had meant to me. That was until those dreams were destroyed.

Finally Mr. Evans breaks them up. I just realised he's my favourite teacher- I'm making all sorts of discoveries today. Noah turns to apologise and he locks his eyes on me, suddenly I feel a sudden rise of anger swell within me. I haven't been angry in years- I hate this emotion- so I don't let it surface. But now I'm losing control over it.

As soon as Mr. Evans is gone they are back at it. That's it I'm furious, so much so I don't even notice Jaxon approaching me. But I do notice when his whole demeanor changes. He isn't his cool, calm and slightly seductive self. He goes all rigid and closed off- which is so weird for him. If I wasn't so pissed at what I was watching I would question him in this, but currently I'm preoccupied.

Finally they break it up again and suddenly I feel eyes on me. But I'm just watching Noah- willing him to look at me, to see what he's done to me, make him realise his effect on me. Then maybe I'll have an effect on him.

But that never happens. Finally Jaxon has nudged me on the arm" you ready to go man?" I look at him, he's still looks odd. Not his usual self, but I'm too drained currently to question him about it now. I will tomorrow.

"Yeah, let's get off to practise then. We got to get ready if we want to kick Jefferson's butt!" Our first game is on Thursday- we have a lot of practise to do before then- but for some reason I really couldn't care less. This is so wrong, basketball is my life and I'm making history this year as captain; I've got the pressure so high. But if this goes well and we win championships again I'll get a scholarship for sure. Before you know it I'll be playing on a NBA team making dad proud up there.

I try to fill my head of these thoughts as we head to the locker rooms to get changed, but images of Noah and Kate keep swimming in my head. Distracting me from the task at hand and shattering everything inside of me over and over again. This is not good- so not good. What is this brown haired, green and hazel eyed boy doing to me?