"A blowjob?!" Preston exclaimed, jumping up and down, hands on my shoulders.

I knock him off of me, "shut up, will you?" I say through gritted teeth and look towards the bathroom door.

"Oh, no one's gonna' hear us," Preston says. He is right, of course. I'm just paranoid. Preston, Alex, and I are in the basement bathroom of Austberg High School on Monday. We skipped the first period so I could tell them about my date with Alyssa.

This bathroom is basically abandoned and for all I know, we are the only students who know about it. The only other people I've seen down here are Mr. Williams, Mr. Douglas, and a few janitors. Though none of them enter this bathroom cause it doesn't even work. I'm ninety percent sure that Mr. Williams and Mr. Douglas come down here to smoke weed together because it always smells like pot and they look stoned all the time. Which is why I love having classes with them. They don't give a fuck about anything. It's great!

"Doesn't mean I want you to shout it," I scold him.

"Shout it? We should be yelling from the rooftops, rejoicing, singing Kumbaya!" Alex exclaims and Preston high fives him, nodding his head in agreement.

I scoff and cross my arms, "You don't even know the song Kumbaya," I roll my eyes, leaning against the wall.

They both laugh then Preston says more seriously, "Why don't you seem as happy about this as we do?"

"It was in a public movie theater!" I exclaim incredulously.

Preston shrugs, "So Alyssa's a little freaky, who cares."

Alex nudges my shoulder, smirking, "I bet she's freaky in bed too."

"Shut up," I tell him which only gets him to laugh.

"Well? How was it?" my best friend asks eagerly.

I shrug, "I don't have anything to compare it to, and she got me to cum, so... good?"

"Are you guys dating now?" Alex asks, as he hops up to sit on the counter.

"Or are you just her play toy?" Preston smirks.

"No, asshole, I'm not her 'play toy'. After making out in my car," I say 'making out', but it was more like her tongue raping my mouth "I asked her to be my girlfriend. Obviously, she said yes," I explain and try my best to sound thrilled. I don't know what's up with me. I so badly want to be happy and excited that I finally have a girlfriend, but I know in my heart it feels wrong.

But that'll change. I'm in this weird, confused phase right now and dating Alyssa will help me through it.

"Well, congrats, man. I'm proud of you," Preston says genuinely and pats my shoulder.

"Thanks," I say.

Alex checks his phone, "We should head back up. The bell's gonna' ring in five minutes."

Preston and I nod in unison and we all grab our backpacks- which was previously discarded on the floor by the door- and make our way to the upper levels of the school.

"Where were you during first?" Grayson asks me as we walk towards the direction of the locker rooms for PE.

If he's wondering where I was, that means he was thinking about me. And thank God he's not ignoring me. Maybe he's already over me.

That thought alone has my chest feeling tight.

"Oh, uh, me, Preston, and Alex have this place we go in the school that no one knows about just to talk and stuff," I shrug.

"And stuff. I get it," he nods, "You guys have a threesome in some secret location."

"Gross," I hit his arm playfully and he laughs. I love his laugh. Unfortunately, that beautiful sound stops when Alyssa appears, looping her arm through mine and yanks me close to her.

"Woah, Speedy. Maybe a warning next time," I say. I glance to my left where Grayson was walking beside me, but he's no longer there. I look ahead and spot him walking alone. Shit.

"What do you think?" I heard from my right and realize Alyssa was talking to me. Alyssa's hair is parted into two separate messy, yet perfect French braids that lay just past her chest. She wears tight black leggings, a white crop-top that's also a V-neck to show off her God-gifted cleavage, and her white and black Adidas. Alyssa definitely has a good body.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask. Alyssa and I are slowly making our way to where the locker rooms are located. Multiple people have passed us up already.

Alyssa giggles, "I asked if you wanted to sleep over after the basketball game this weekend? My parents won't me home," she adds with a grin.

Fuck, I forgot that was this weekend. "Oh, uh, I would, but..." but what if she wants to have sex? I wouldn't be surprised considering she went down on me on our first date. And no one invites you over to their house after mentioning the absence of their parents, to not intend on sexual actions. I don't think I'm ready for sex. "I kind of have a lot of homework, I don't even think I'll go to the party." Ugh, I'm so fucking bad at excuses. I really need to break up with her. Would doing that in the middle of the hallway be cruel? "What if I come over after school today?"

I'll break up with her then.

Alyssa sighs in disappointment. "You can't. I'm busy with cheerleading practice." Alyssa and MaKenna are both cheerleaders for the football team and our basketball team. Our football season ended before Thanksgiving break and now we've started our basketball season. After every home game, win or lose, there's a party at Colton Rivers' house. "So this weekend is my only free time to see you. Please go to the party and sleep over... for me?" She gives me her big green puppy dog eyes. "I hate sleeping alone in my house," she adds sadly.

"I don't think my parents will let me spend the night," I tell her as we reach the doors that lead to the locker rooms.

"Tell them you're sleeping over at Preston's or something," Alyssa suggests, no longer looking sad.

"Uh..."

"Please," she all but begs, tugging on the drawstrings that are attached to my joggers.

I place my hands on her waist. "Yeah, I guess that would work."

"Perfect," she beams. "At least FaceTime me later?"

The one-minute warning bell goes off. "Yeah, of course," I tell her and am about to walk into the boy's locker room when she yanks me back to press her lips to mine, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I pull back, "Let's continue that later. Go to class."

She giggles then sneaks one more kiss before telling me "bye," and heading off to whatever class she has right now. I can't help the sigh of relief that escapes my mouth. Okay, this weekend, I'll break up with her.

When I enter the locker rooms, Grayson is already changed into his gym uniform and heading to the exit. "Wait," I call to him. He stops and turns around to face me. "Um," I don't even know what I was going to say. "Sorry about, ya' know, Alyssa interrupting us," I say, scratching the back of my neck.

Grayson shrugs, "that's okay." Then he walks out.