I don't respond to Noah because we arrive at the restaurant just as he finish whispering that to me.

We all get out and Dylan asks Kena if he can pull her away for a second. They walk to the side where there are a bunch of roses surrounding a fountain. And I see them talking before I watch a big smile form on Kena's face. She nods and Dylan hands her a rose, with a smile on his face as big as hers and he grabs her by throwing both his arms around her waist and spinning her around. She laughs and throws hers around his neck.

Finally. Jesus.

It took the dumbass long enough. He set her down and kissed her.

Again. Finally.

They stopped kissing and turned to walk back to us who were all watching so when they turned we all looked away and pretended to have a conversation.

"So you guys both stopped being asshole and are finally dating?" I ask bluntly receiving pointed looks from everyone standing around me. "I mean, What's up guys?" I lamely try to fix it.

"Yes Carter were dating now," Kena says intertwining her hands with his.

"Fucking Finally holy shit." I say receiving more pointed looks. "Oh fuck off assholes we were all thinking it."

They all just shake their heads at me and we walk inside the restaurant. We sit down and order our drinks.

"Noah it's your turn." Dylan says

"My turn for what?"

"Your turn to get a girlfriend." Noah chokes on his drink.

"Sorry, what?"

"Well on Friday were all giving our jerseys to someone, but your not we should all be able to do this together."

"Uh yeah guys, I don't know about that one."

"Just give it to Carter." Kena suggests.

This time I choke.

"No, Kena they have a pact. He can't just give it to a girl he doesn't actually like." I say with a pointed look at her. She just sends a smirk back.

"Great! Then I don't see the problem." Noah chokes again. Jake pats his back.

"You alright there bud?" Jake asks

"Peachy. Let's change the subject. Let's talk about how both Kena and Dylan have been in love with each other since Ms. Days class."

Both of them choke.

Yep everyone's choking! That sounds kinda kinky. Does it? I don't know I'm kinda stupid. Choke me. Sounds kinky. Whatever back to the story.

"YOU LIKED ME FOR 13 YEARS?" They both yell at the other one.

"I told you fuckers." I say smugly. Kena glares at me and they have a conversation about the wasted time and their awkward fazes and all that shit.

"Oh my god Dylan!" Seth says, "Remember in Sophomore year when we went up to what's his face... uhhh... Nathan Reed! And we told him if he asked Kena out we would ruin him?"

"N-no.." Dylan says looking down. I burst out laughing and Kena looks at him in shock.

"Same with Riley H, and Matthew N, and Kevin S, and Evan H, and Porter C, and so then the entire grade got the message." Noah adds.

"Guys if you don't shut up right now I'll beat the shit out of you." Dylan warns. Kena still looks shocked and I'm still laughing. Mads has joined me now and we're both crying.

"You- You're the reason no one asked me out for 13 years!" Kena states still shocked.

"Uh- um- y-yeah k-kinda." Dylan says not meeting her eyes.

"Dyl, if you aren't running in the next 3 seconds, i'm going to beat the shit out of you in the middle of this fancy restaurant."

He jumps out of his seat and runs out the door Kena following.

"Well, now then." Mads says folding her arms. We all break off into separate conversations. Noah nudges me.

"You didn't answer my question." my eyes widen.

"Noah," I clear my throat, "listen, I really don't want to say it."

"Don't want to say what?" He says with a smirk.

"I'm not doing this here." I state turning back towards the table.

He grabs my hand.

"We'll be right back guys." He pulls me out of the chair, out the doors, and around to the side of the building.

"Whyd you kiss me?"

"Whyd you kiss back?"

"Because!" He says "I don't know. I'm confused. You confuse me. I don't feel things towards girls. I don't feel the sexual tension when they run their nail down my bicep. I don't feel anything when I have skin to skin contact, I don't get happy when they talk to me, and I don't get nervous when I'm close to them. I don't feel the constant need to slam them against a wall and fuck the shit out of them."

He steps closer. "But with you. I don't know where any of that goes. Literally all I want when I look at you is to grab you and kiss you. I want you to run your fingers through my hair, and cuddle up to my chest. I want to spend hours staring at you. When you whisper in my ear I get shivers, when you touch me my muscles flex under your touch then all I feel is your warmth and all I can focus on is whatever part of you is anywhere near me. You confuse me Carter. I'm confused."

"I make you nervous Noah?" I say stepping towards him.

"Yes, Carter. Yes you do."

"And I confuse you?"

He runs his hand through his hair.

"Yes."

I take another step. Now I'm really close to him but not touching him.

"I make you feel things?" I lightly trace my hand down his chest and abs stopping and resting my hand just above his belt buckle.

"Carter..." He warns, his breathing shallow, and his eyes not leaving me. He looks like he's restraining himself.

"Yes Noah?" I ask innocently hooking my fingers under the hem of his dress pants. And with that I'm pushed against the side of the building my legs wrapped around his waist, my hands in his hair, my lips on his.

"Wear my jersey on Friday." He says against my mouth. I pull back a little.

"So you like me?" I ask because I want to hear him say it. He pinches my ass and growls at the loss of contact. "I won't wear it unless you say it." I say loosening my legs from around him. He pushes me back against the wall quickly rewrapping my legs around his torso.

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"I like you Carter." My hands pull his face back to mine.

"Good." I say against his lips and kiss him again slightly tugging at his dark hair.

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