{Heyo smexy ladies and gents! Thank you soooooo much for reading and voting and commenting! You guys make me complete! So, without further ado, raise your pitchforks as we venture to on-earth Satan's house... Aka, Xzavier's. ENJOY!}

(So I decided to change the upload schedual ONE LAST TIME! XD I will post every Saturday and Sunday but just one chapter. Oh and dedciated to the best BoyxBoy writer EVER! SkeneKidz)

        West's POV:

        Come on, West, you can do it! My hand is raised, mere inches from Xzavier's house. Just fucking knock! 

        Finally breaking from the trance I was in, I knock on the Resse's front door, waiting for someone to answer. After a minute, Xzavier's step mother opens the door with a smile. "Westen," She says in that slight British accent all the Resse's seem to have. "How are you?"

        "I've been better," I admit with a small frown. "Is Xzavier here?"

        Mrs. Resse shakes her head and steps aside. "No, but I just put some tea on, if you'd care for a cup," I nod my head gratefully and follow her into the kitchen where, sure enough, a kettle sat on the stove. "Not to be nosy, but what's wrong?"

        I sigh softly. "Well... Xzavier hasn't..." I struggle to find the right words to not offend Mrs. Resse. "He hasn't been the most honest person when it comes to our relationship..."

        "He's at it again, I'm assuming?" Maisie asks as she pours the tea, her eyebrows furrowed. I give her a questioning look to which she sighs and hands me my tea. "Xzavier tried or is trying to use you for sex, yes?"

        Shocked beyond belief, I nod, carefully sipping the scalding liquid. "You knew? And you don't do anything to stop him?"

        Mrs. R shrugs and takes a tiny sip as well. "There's nothing I can do, Westen. He's his own person, and he's a big boy, Xzavier can handle himself. I haven't lived with him all too long, but I know that he has done this several times. I tried to tell his dad but he won't hear it- Says Xzavier is too kind to do that."

        "That's exactly what I thought," I mumble around the tea cup. "I have him saying his plan on video... If you'd like it, I could give it to you?"

        Maisie's eyes squint as she thinks it over. "Nah, George'll think it's picture shopped," She says after a while. "Picture shopped... Or is it photo shopped..." She shakes her head and waves a hand. "Whatever the name is, George won't believe his sweet innocent son would do that."

        Just then, the front door opens. "I'm home!" Xzavier's voice booms throughout the house, making me instantly freeze. Get a hold of yourself, West! You gotta be strong and stand your ground!

        Xzavier walks into the kitchen, a smile instantly blooming on his handsome when he sees me. "West, my love, what are you doing here?" He walks towards me to give me a kiss but I step to the side before his lips could meet mine.

        "Can we talk, please?" I ask softly.

        "Sure, talk,"

        I clear my throat and look at Maisie. "Alone, please?" Mrs. R nods her head and shoots me an apologetic smile. When she's gone, I turn back to a nervous looking Xzavier. "I'll give you a chance to explain your motives, Xzavier. If you can't, we're so done. If you can, I'll consider giving you another chance."

        Xzavier smiles shakily and rubs the back of his neck. "You see... This was all like that... I was going to try and take your virginity, not only for the satisfaction of owning it but also to rub it in that asshole monkey boy's face," Hearing him talk about Darren like that has a growl escape my lips, making Xzavier look at me nervously. "But... I really fell in love with you West... I... I don't like admitting my feelings much, especially when they're real... But I really do love you. I love you a lot..."

        I gulp and look away, not able to look into his guilty, hurt eyes. "Xzavier, you're just saying that so I'll get back together with you. I can't... I can't give you another chance after all those hurtful things you said. You shouldn't have tried to play me like that... I'm sorry, but we're done." I finally look back into his eyes but regret it immediately. He looked so hurt, so... Lost. I had the sudden urge to reach out and hold him.

        No! He tried to use me, there is no way I'll let him weasel his way back into my life just to get into my pants. No way in hell.

        "But, West-"

        "I'm sorry," I whisper once more before leaving the house, fighting against my clashing feelings. Half of my heart is telling me to go back and appologoze, to take him back, while the other half is telling me to go to Darren's house and just lay down with him.

        My brain is telling me the same thing, so I continue walking to my car without a single glance back.

        Xzavier's POV:

        "... I'm sorry, but we're done," West tells me, his eyes trained to the ground. For some reason, this hurts my heart more than it should. I have absolutely no feelings for this boy, yet him saying we're through makes me cringe.

        This has never happened with anyonr in a very long time. Very long. I guess he could see the real hurt in my eyes and the fake guilt I fill them with, because he closes his eyes and turns away.

        "But, West-" I try to say, but he cuts me off yet again with another "I'm sorry" before walking away from me and out of my house.

        Why did that hurt so much? I was only using him for his body and can easily find another guy to fuck... But why did the upset look on his face make me feel real guilt?

        "No," I groan and tug at my hair in anger. "No fucking way I like that ugly bloke!"

        My step mum walks back into the kitchen with a frown on her face, her hand on her hip. "You know, it's okay for you to like him. West is a sweet boy."

        I glare at her. Stupid woman, has no idea what she's saying. "I don't like him! I can't!" I growl through my hands, my face pressed against them. "I don't do relationships!"

        Maisie shrugs her shoulders and sips at her tea, her eyes not believing a single word I'm saying. "Fine, Xzavier, but you'll only be hurting yourself by letting him go like that."

        Huffing, I storm away from my step mum and climb the stairs two at a time, wanting to retreat to the paradise known as my room. When I finally go through a couple corridors (My house is fucking huge), I arrive at my door, to which I open and walk into.

        I flop on my bed and bury my face with a pillow, groaning loudly. "I can't like him," I moan and slap my face. "Knock it off, Xzavier! You don't like him, he was nothing but a toy to you!"

        But my heart tells me differently as it accelerates at the thought of the purple haired boy known as West Destry.

        Well shit...

        I like West.

        Darren's POV:

        The music blasting from my headphones nearly drowns out my mother yelling for me. 

        Nearly.

        "Whaaat?" I whine and hop down the stairs and into the living room. I rub the almost-sleep out of my eyes and smile when I see who's standing with my mom. "West."

        "Hi Darren," West waves and smiles back, slowly walking to me. He gives my mom a smile as well before grabbing my arm and pulling me into my room. When we're in it, he smiles shakily at me. "I broke up with him..."

        A smile breaks out on my face, West can finally be mine. But then it hits me. "Fuck," I groan, running a hand down my face. "Arabella!"

        West gives me a flat look. "You were suppose to tell her while I told Xzavier," He sighs. "What am I going to do with you?"

        I smirk and pull him by his jean belt loops closer to me. "You could," I brush my lips against his neck, causing him to shiver. "Kiss me." West nods his head and turns his head so that our lips lock, making me let out a throaty groan.

        All he did was kiss me and I was moaning. What the hell did this boy do to me? "West," I gasp as he moves his lips from my lips to my neck, where he bites and licks, leaving a hickey.

        "Darren," He breaths as we reattach our lips. "Want you." I groan in agreeance and push him against a wall, leaving him a love bite to match mine. I tear his shirt off and feel all over his torso, loving the feel of his soft tan skin.

        Just as my hands are about to pull West's pants off, a knock comes from my bedroom door. "Fuck," I groan. I toss West his shirt back and answer the door, desperately trying to conceal my... Lower region.

        Thanks, West...

        "Hey, Darr bear!" The high pitched voice belonging to none other than Arabella greets happily. "I missed you, I didn't get to see you yet today, and it's getting late so..." She smiles and lets herself in. "Oh, hi West!"

        West waves half-heartily and flashes her a half smile. His hate for her is so obvious it's kinda funny.

        "Bell," I grab her attention and she smiles at me. "I, uh... I think that we should see other people... It's not you, it really isn't... I just feel like we should see different people, explore, ya know?"

        Arabella's eyes start to water. "You're breaking up with me?" She whimpers. "Why? Who is she? I know you're seeing someone or have your eyes on someone else."

        I sigh. No use in lying, plus Arabella would be more leanent and less emotional if she knew it was West and not a girl. I grab West's arm and pull him towards me, crashing my lips against his. When we pull away, Arabella stares at us with wide eyes. "You're gay?" Bella whispers.

        I shake my head. "Bisexual... Or maybe Westsexual?" West giggles and hooks his arm through mine. "I'm sorry, Bella... I just don't have those feelings for you anymore."

        Arabella sighs and nods her head. "It's okay," A slow grin spreads on her face. "You guys are fucking adorable, by the way."

        I laugh and wrap an arm around West. "Please don't tell anyone," I beg, suddenly nervous. "No one knows and... And I want to keep it like that."

        Arabella nods her head rapidly and smiles, her eyes flashing with an emotion I can't distinguish. "Oh, of  course not!" She looks at me shyly. "Do you mind if I get a picture of you guys, though? You're just so freaking cute I can't even!"

        I look to West, who shrugs his shoulders and says its up to me. I shrug and nod at Bella. "Sure, just make sure it doesn't get anywhere, okay?" She promises and takes a picture of me and West kissing, squealing in joy.

        "So. Freaking. Adorable!" She giggles and kisses my cheek. "We can still be friends if you want, Darren."

        "Sounds good," I smile at her. She smiles back and says goodbye, walking out of my house with a big smile on her face.

        Well... That went way better than I expected... West speaks my thoughts, making me smile shyly at him. "Well... Now that we're both single... I have to ask you a question."

        West nods his head, trying and failing to hide his smile. "Sure,"

        Clearing my throat, I look straight into his eyes. "Westen Destry, will you be my boyfriend?"

        "No,"

        My heart drops on the spot and I feel my body start to shake. No? No? Does he not like me back anymore? "Wha-what do you mean no?"

        "I don't really like you anymore," West shrugs, but after a second starts cracking up. "You're so stupid. Of course I'll be your boyfriend, Mr. Hart."

        My frown turns into a smile and I attack West with kisses, thanking him everytime my lips don't meet his.

        He's my boyfriend, and I his. Who knew this wouldv'e happened? Lord knows I wouldn't have. And only one things runs through my mind as I kiss him.

        "I love you, West,"

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Whoa! AN XZAVIER POV?! Wat is this shit?!

Lol, just thought I should give you a bit on insight into Xzavier's mind. I may do a few POVs with him, but it is Darren and West's story so you'll get their POVs 97% percent of the time

I want to thank ya'll for all the sweet comments and votes and shiz!

I WUV YEW!

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Alyssa <3