"Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep
Are you ever dreaming of me?"

The whole week is spent with people talking about the tests coming up and the field week. I'm stuck in this classroom instead of studying doing these health class workshops. 

"Okay folks, who can tell me what consent is." Quinn asks as she pulls a seat over to the 5 of us. 

"Permission." Tristan groans, sick of this already.

"No." Quinn points at him. "Agreement. It's not permission. It's agreement." She corrects.

"You shouldn't be asking for permission to do what you want, you should be coming to an agreement about what you both want." Quinn informs us.

"And contrary to rumours, it's not always about sex. Can I have some volunteers?" She says.

Everyone slouches further into their seat. It is currently 9am. None of us want to be here. The coffee cup in my hand is getting lighter and lighter.

"Spencer and Noah, great of you to volunteer." She cheers, we both sigh and push ourselves to our feet.

"I have some scenario cards I want you to act out, so show us those acting skills." Quinn says smugly.

Then she hands us some flashcards and has us read them as the other three spin all the chairs to face us.

"Paul wants to borrow Suzy's bike. Suzy needs to use her bike this weekend and doesn't know how to tell him no." I read aloud. 

"You guys can act out outcome 1 which is on the back of the flashcard for me. Whenever you're ready." Quinn orders from the back of the three chairs facing us.

"Hey Suzy. Can I borrow your bike this weekend." Noah says monotone.

"Actually I need it this weekend." I reply in the same voice.

"Oh that's fine. Maybe I can borrow it some other time." He continues. "Yeah." I finish.

The three of our peers applaud us jokingly after our pathetic attempt of a performance.

"Good, but can we please try. Remember, this is a safe space. You should act out outcome two now." She instructs.

"Hey Suzy. I need to borrow your bike." Noah says more naturally this time. "Uhh, I don't know.." I reply. 

"Please? I really need it." He insists. "So do I." I defend. "But I need it more. Don't make me walk. Can I just take it?" He persists.

"Yeah fine." I agree. 

"Wonderful. I'm gonna have you act out your second scenario, which I have to warn you contains some sensitive topics so be respectful." Quinn warns.

"Kyle wants to take Rosa's virginity at the party tonight but she doesn't feel she is ready." I read.

Quinn gestures for us to go ahead with outcome 1. 

"Hey Rosa, want to hook up with me at the party tonight?" Noah reads with a blush. "Sorry Kyle, I don't think i'm ready yet." I reply.

"That's okay Rosa. We can talk about boundaries if you would like." He continues reading. "That would be good, thank you." I continue the script unnaturally. 

When we finish we look to Quinn pleading to not make us act out the second outcome.

"Never thought Spencer had it in her to say no." Maja scoffs. 

Quinn spends a couple minutes raising her voice about slut shaming. Then promptly has us begin the second outcome.

"Hey Rosa, want to hook up with me at the party tonight?" Noah reads, adjusting his glasses as they slide down the bridge of his nose I find myself staring at him with admiration in my eyes. Am I checking him out.

"Sure." I mutter before snapping out of it and remembering this is a script. 

"Shit sorry, I mean.. I don't know Kyle." I rush to read whilst everyone kind of softly laughs at me.

"Come on Rosa, it'll just be a bit of fun? Do you not like me anymore? Is that the problem? Is there someone else?" Noah continues reading.

"No. I umm.. sure. I guess we could if that's what you want." I read and shuffle uncomfortably on the spot.

Then we finish thankfully and Quinn looks between us for a moment as if trying to decode something. "Yes, thanks guys. You can sit down now." She agrees.

We pull the seats back to a circle, me trying to hide the bright hue of my cheeks. 

What was that? Why did I say sure?

I zone out for the rest of the talk today, staying unusually quiet through the whole thing. 

Noah insists on walking me to the library where we study for the next two hours. He is the best mood lifter, constantly joking around and making me laugh.

He's also scarily smart. Like not in a nerdy full of himself way but in a cute nerdy way. As I pack up my stuff I end up quizzing him on really hard stuff assuming he wouldn't know the answers but every time he gave me the answers.

"You are too smart. Nobody wants to be that smart, cause the government will kidnap you and clone you for your brains." I warn as we walk out to the carpark together. "Yeah I think you're the only one who needs to worry about being cloned." He laughs.

"Why would anyone want a clone of me?" I snort. "Cause you're like.. really pretty. And rich which is always a good thing to clone people for." He jokes.

"Think you're forgetting that the old man left me with nothing." I remind him.

"You'll figure out a way to make your own money, you're really smart." Noah informs me.

This time I fully just burst out laughing at him. "You are!" He argues. 

"Noah I have failed every test since pre-school." I don't even think thats an exaggeration. 

"I think you are really smart, there's just a lot of things holding you back." He reinstates. "Such as?" I raise a brow mockingly. "Well for starters I think you might have anxiety." Noah tells me gently.

I look to him with anger, "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about." I sneer.

"Well if you did have it there are things that can help overcome it, but I understand it's a lot." He tells me carefully. 

"Stop it Noah. There's nothing wrong with me, have you ever thought that maybe I'm just fucking stupid." I raise my voice.

He goes quiet. "I'm sorry Spencer." Noah tells me with genuine guilt.

"It's fine." I hum.

"You want a ride?" He changes the topic kindly. I sigh and agree when I discover all my brothers already left and my security isn't outside.

Then in the staff car park I catch the eyes of Mr Jenkins. I cringe as he starts approaching us. 

I rush into Noah's car as quickly as possible but he immediately knocks on the window.

Noah looks to me with alarm as he rolls the window down.

"Miss Hawthorne, I believe you have a detention after that stunt you pulled in gym class this week." He says with force. 

There was no stunt. I didn't pull any stunts in gym class because i was too busy fucking him in the supply closet the entire period. I look to Noah apologetically and let him drive away without me. 

I silently beg him to turn around and notice what's happening. I don't know how I feel about Noah, but I know that one feeling is more than I've ever felt for Mr Jenkins.

The teacher in question looks around to ensure nobody is around and then grips my wrist, pulling me to his car. It's a mini with blackout windows, when he opens the back door I can see how disgusting it is. 

Trash lines the car floor and dirty laundry hides the seats from any view. He makes me lay down on the laundry, the smell consuming me as he slid in above me and shut the door.

"Listen, Ant, I really don't think this is a good idea." I tell him, struggling to breathe these fumes in.

"It's fine." He dismisses as he pulls my clothes off with nearly no space to do so.

"Ant no!" I insist irritably as he tears my shirt over my head.

"Come on Spencer, it'll just be a bit of fun? Do you not like me anymore? Is that the problem? Is there someone else?" He demands.

And now I realize what this is. This is just like what we learned about today. This is my chance to say no. Consent is an agreement.

"There's nobody else, I just deserve the right to say no if I want." I repeat what I have been taught.

He looks down at me with a quivering lip, tears pricking the eyes of the grown man begging me to sleep with him.

"Don't cry." I plead. "Please." He begs me with a whimper.

I contemplate it a minute, still not wanting to but seeing no other choice. So I slowly nod with a disheartened look in my eyes. He desperately undresses me and fucks me in the back seat of his car. 

To top this whole day off, he pulled out and came on my school shirt then through it into the laundry pile which makes me wonder how many other cummy shirts are under me in this pile.

He climbs to the front once he's done, yet again not making me come. He drives the car to my house, dropping me a couple blocks away and making me walk back with a blazer squeezed around my body so the paparazzi can't see my lack of shirt.

"Spencer! Is it true you'll be modelling for Victoria secret this month?" An interviewer yells.

"Think I have the fucking body for that shit." I speak up defensively. I've been media trained, I know to never reply, but who can blame me.

"I think you have a great body." The man frowns. "That means so much coming from you." I smile sarcastically and walk inside the gates.

"Are you currently in a relationship?" Another interviewer pipes up as I walk away into the distance of the gates.

"Yep! I'm fucking your Dad." I smirk.

I get inside and i'm met with everyone already seated for dinner, including Noah who is laughing with Xander. I try slip past to change clothes, knowing I can't attend a family dinner with nothing under my blazer but a bright pink lacy bra. Unfortunately my Mother spots me and pulls me inside.

I take my seat at the kids table, directly opposite Noah, his eyes looking at me from over his glasses as he gives me a bright smile.

"How'd your detention go?" Noah asks me. I glare up at him with gritting teeth. 

"Excuse me?" Nash pipes up with a raised brow. "As if you didn't get a million detentions Nashinator." I snarl.

"Don't deflect this. What'd you get detention for?" He persists.

"I refused to play dodgeball." I lie quickly. "Why'd you not play?" Jameson challenges.

"Because last time we played dodgeball I got a bloody nose and a wet uniform." I snap back.

"Shit that was when you came to class in your sports bra." Jameson gags with disgust.

"Wet uniform?" Grayson repeats with confusion and sceptics. "Your bitch ass sister dunked it in the pool." I stare in Noah's eyes with anger.

He looks around for a moment trying to see if i'm talking to him. "Maja did that?" He frowns. "Fuck yeah she did. She owes me a new shirt. I only have five, that one's stained with chlorine, and now the one I wore today has.. other stains." I mutter the last part.

"Fuck you mean 'other stains'?" Nash yells out, his thick accent making it hard to take him seriously.

"Cum stains, Nash." I smile contemptuously. "Excuse me?" He yells out with fury.

"You heard me, cowboy." I tease. "You best me joking." He points a finger at me.

"Oh I'm not." I say smugly, unwrapping my blazer and giving everyone at this table a clear view of my shirtless stomach.

I see Noah's cheeks go a bright hue of red as he stares down at his plate and blinks rapidly.

"Spencer! You explain yourself young lady." Nash's lip twitches with rage.

"At least you know I won't get pregnant, he pulled out." I shrug delicately. "Pregnant?" Nash roars.

"Did you not listen to Quinn for one minute at the last session? Pulling out doesn't actually help." Avery reminds me. "Yeah.." I shrug guiltily. "But he doesn't like wearing a condom." I defend.

"Who the fuck is he?" Nash continues.

"Someone sedate this bastard. I'm allowed you have sex, i'm 17, the age of consent." I fire back.

"Oh who are you fooling, we all know you started screwing around in 9th grade." Jameson teases. "She what!" Nash screams even louder.

I cringe and send Jameson a quick 'fuck you' glare. "He's obviously joking." I assure my eldest brother.

"Well you can tell whatever guy you're screwing that if he doesn't wrap his horny dick up before fucking my baby sister he'll have to learn how to cum out his ass because his dick won't be functioning if he dares to get you pregnant." Nash warns intimidatingly.

"What if I told you I already was?" I say with dead seriousness, placing a hand on my stomach with a proud smile.

The dread that falls across Nash's face is worth the yelling he'd about to do when he realizes i'm teasing him.

After dinner I change into one of my explicit slogan shirts. This one was chosen specifically for the conversation at dinner, it says "HIT IT RAW" in bright red block letters, beneath it in small print is, "the natural way to fuck". Along with this I wear some flared low rise jeans.

I find my brothers, Avery, Libby and Noah all relaxed in the lounge talking calmly. I slip inside only for Nash to death stare me. "Take that shirt off!" He barks.

I look at him with a shit-eating grin and shrug carelessly, starting to lift my shirt off over my head before everyone in perfect time yells, "Stop!"

I smile contently knowing Nash will no longer argue with my t-shirt, and take a seat between Noah and Xander.

"Tests start next week, Spencer. How do you feel?" Jameson asks me carefully.

"Oh I feel fantastic!" I say with mock excitement. "I can stay late? We can get busy the whole night if you want?" Noah suggests kindly.

"Excuse you? Get busy?" Nash quotes, roaring with rage.

Noah's eyes widen and his cheeks go rosy. "He's tutoring me, you asshole. And yes, Noah, I would love that." I reply in a harsh and angry tone before turning to Noah with a warm smile.

"Want to start now?" He offers. I nod and lead him away from the others after he gives a brief goodbye to Xander, his best friend.

I end up taking him into my bedroom to work, both of us positioning on the couch by the small coffee table, spreading my books all across it.

We end up on a roll, studying for what feels like mere minutes spent with him. We laugh and joke around all whilst actually working really hard and learning a shit ton.

"Holy shit. It's 3am." I gape when I finally check my phone. Noah wipes his eyes with shock. "Fuck." He groans, his voice thick and tired.

"You want to spend the night? I can sleep on the floor if you want?" I offer nonchalantly. He is my little brother's best friend and has been since childhood, of course he's spent the night at this place a million times. And a few of those times I've slept in Xander's room as well right on the floor in a sleeping back beside him. It isn't weird of me to offer. I mean I hope it's not.

"Is that okay?" He asks carefully. "Yeah, of course." I nod positively. "Okay but I'll sleep on the floor." Noah decides.

"Don't be stupid." I argue, "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor in your own room." He debates.

"Fine, you can just sleep with me." I dictate, reaching out to tidy up books up at the same time as him, our hands brushing for the briefest of moments, but we both freeze, our pinky's barely touching. 

Then our eyes meet and my breathing hitches in this silent wonderful moment in time.

"Not like sleep with me!" I yelp when I realize how that sounded. "Just like beside me. Fully clothed and completely platonic!" I justify with panic.

The small laugh that falls out of Noah's lips relieves all tension pent up inside of me. 

"You need pj's?" I offer very suddenly.

A smirk spreads over his lips, "You think your clothes would fit me?" He asks genuinely for a moment. "I have some baggy shirts." I tell him, raffling through my drawer of explicit t-shirts. "I'm sorry, the only clothes I own that aren't designer skin tight dresses are my slogan t-shirts. If you ruin this I'll kill you." I joke.

I throw him out the baggiest one I can find and physically recoil when I read the slogan of this one. It's a bright red shirt designed with a first aid sign and the words "ORGASM DONOR" in bold white text.

He eyes me with a fiery look in his eyes. "I could be." He offers a playful wink. That's all it is Spencer. Playful.

I know it was a harmless joke, but the rose that spreads across my cheeks when he pulls his shirt off is so embarrassing that I need to look away, mostly because I fear i'll get too excited at the sight of his shirtless body.

I slip into the bathroom to change myself, wearing a white with blue floral patterned vest and short shorts that go right up my tanned ass.

"Hey Hawthorne? You mind if I sleep in my underwear?" Noah calls inside the bathroom door, I physically shiver between the legs at that thought.

"Sure." I call back after composing myself. Why am I so affected right now. I'm certain i've seen him in what is basically underwear several times swimming outside years ago.

I slink back out of the bathroom in my revealing ass pj's and try not to look at him as I fix the pillows on my bed.

"You okay?" Noah asks me carefully, I finally look up at him, noticing his eyes all over me, though mine seem to be doing the same. 

The shirt that is huge on me is cropped on his body, showing off his pelvic muscles and V-Line that I can't help but trail down until his black boxers force me to snap my eyes away and back to his face.

When did this kid sprout from a boy with a plump belly to this bulky hunk of a man, biceps bulging out my shirt and thighs looking severally toned.

"You've been working out since the last time I saw you." I blurt out, blinking in mortification when I realize the word vomit I just produced.

"Mhm.." Noah nods with a blush, eyes running up and down me and landing on my ass before breaking away and looking straight at the ground. "And you.. Have been.. you've been.. you know?" He struggles for words and he ends up giving up.

"Mhm." I nod slowly, slipping under my covers and turning the lights off. He does the same and we both awkwardly lay in silence.

I role onto my side to face him, he does the same until our noses are nearly touching.

"Hey." Noah says softly. "Hi." My voice squeaks.

And somewhere at some point one of us falls asleep first, followed quickly by the other, the room filled with the layered mixture of soft snores.