I highly hope this is the last teen-fiction I do because I'm not a teen anymore, haven't been one long ago and I have no idea what the theme and how things work around there anymore. I'm clueless as to how high schoolers react... which makes me sound old, but I'm not, I swear. I'm in my twenties. What about you?

Enjoy the chapter.

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"But you already love me!" Owen couldn't help but joke. He turned to his friend on his right, watching his reaction. He wiggled his eyebrows, trying to bring his goofy side back to the table. It's been a while since Owen let loose.

As he did so, he couldn't help but notice how clean Hector's skin was. He hadn't ever noticed before but Owen realized that his best friend must be doing something to make his skin glow. Getting his thoughts into action, he brought his hand to Hector's cheek, rubbing on it to feel the texture.

"What are you doing to your skin without me?"

Hector tried to move away, really, but with others squeezing on the other side and having Owen pull him back forward, he didn't go much. He just had to endure watching Owen poke his nose towards him as his cheek got caressed. The act made blood rush straight to his face and he could feel it burning up. Hector thanked the lords above that he had tanned skin tone.

"Remove your gross hand from my face!"

Owen didn't listen and continued to inspect it. "I'm coming over today and you're going to tell me what you've been doing to get you skin to look so good."

Hector finally got rid of the hand, trying to calm his blood from burning. "I don't want that complement. And I'll just tell you on the way home, don't bother."

"No can do. Georgia said to meet up after school, so I'll be taking the bus." Owen continued to eat his lunch. "I'm coming over after."

Hector stopped himself from frowning when Owen reminded him that he's not going to be accompanying him once again as he'd done since finding out about Georgia. Honestly, he missed having car rides with his best friend. Was he going to mention that? No way.

Hector didn't want to sound like a love-sick clingy best friend.

For now, all he could care about was keeping Owen his best friend even though they'd loose time with Owen actually finding a partner since starting high school.

Just as things couldn't continue to be mundane, a girl, one of the juniors, walked over to the boys' table. She looked shy, short and cute, her brunette hair falling down to her breasts while her outfit clearly stated prep.

"Excuse me?" Clearing her throat, she looked around the table not knowing which one of the boys to make eye contact with. Finally settling with Ben's since he's one of the guys with a calm exterior, she asked, "would it be okay if I take a selfie with you guys? My friends and I were playing Truth or Dare and I chose dare..."

It didn't take a second more for the guys to agree along, tugging in close to fit into the frame. This made a scene to the neighboring boys who rushed over to join.

Hector didn't know when exactly but suddenly Owen was plopped onto his thigh. Someone shouted to set him there since there wasn't enough space for everyone to fit into the frame.

Heat spread across Hector's cheek as he felt the comfort of having Owen sitting on him. Despite being best friends, he'd never had a situation where Owen needed to accompany his lap. The said guy was also dangling on his one thigh, clearing not expecting it and not knowing how to settle for the photo.

Before realizing what he was doing, Hector shifted as much as he can, not much given there was no space between the now fifteen to twenty guys around them, looming his hand around Owen's waist. He pulled the guy closer, shifting him to both his thighs, and tugging close to have him settle right above his crotch.

Hector regretted it the minute he'd done it.

He swore that he heard Owen's breath hitch slightly.

Feeling Owen sitting on him and his hands around the guy's waist made Hector feel aroused. He had no idea how he'd felt it but all he could pray to gods in repetition was that Owen didn't notice the sudden awareness of his body.

That didn't stop the blood from rushing to his cheeks and he could feel his ears burning.

"Everyone stop moving and give your best face!"

Hector has no idea who'd instructed that and wished for the scene to just finish so he can push Owen off and possibly leave the area to have a second to himself. The raging hard-on wasn't planning to go anywhere with his best friend being too close.

Once the photo was taken and space formed back, Hector didn't hesitate to push Owen off a bit harshly.

"Ouch, what the hell bro?" Owen brushed his butt before rolling his eyes at Hector. "You hurt me."

Owen was playing around but Hector didn't have the sense to listen. He couldn't get off the fact that he got aroused when his best friend was on him, literally.

No way that Hector is suddenly attracted to his best friend. It was simply a coincidence. Anyone would've felt aroused when another person is sitting on their lap.

Right? Thought Hector to himself.

He didn't even hear the bell ring as he got dragged up with his friends for the next period. He didn't even get the chance to excuse himself to calm down.

Owen pulled him along behind him and Hector followed.

Wait a second, Owen wasn't pulling him along. Hector was willingly, without even noticing, followed his best friend around the school to class. He was doing so, to be as close as he could, and to get Owen's attention.

Confusion stung Hector as he tried to slow down even though it was proven difficult for his legs to listen to his head.

It didn't help when Owen didn't even notice that his best friend stopped following and continued to class. It only made Hector want to throw something at him and shout for him to realize.

Hector suddenly wanted so bad for Owen to realize that he was right there, waiting for him.

But knowing that he was just getting himself worked up, Hector turned the corner and made his was to the bathrooms, hoping that his bag that hung half over the front of his body covered the evidence to his sudden realization.