note: this gif makes me so happy. babies. 

 Serenity; 

"Oh no. Hell." Clary muttered beneath her breath the second her and I took the first few steps of what we all know as a miserable education. Or in other words, high school. She glowered as I sighed. 

I gripped the strap of my bag. What seemed like minutes were seconds until we were inside. Everyone picking up new schedules, new locker combinations, and just havoc as usual. Senior year was about to be a drag; a very, very painful drag. 

"How much trouble would I get if I got caught with matches, lighting a pair of dynamite sticks in the cafeteria?" Clary questioned without seeming amused at all. 

I snickered as we made our way down the hallways. Everyone seemed to forget about Derek and the incident of my very revealing photos. Sure enough, people will still talk about it, but I had to push it away. Harry had a point. 

"Expulsion? Probation? Prison?" I asked. 

"Hey...I smell it." 

"Smell what?" 

"The sweat, tears, and fear of the Freshmen class," Clary cackled with a shake of her head, lips curving the slightest. 

I rolled my eyes. "Please do not harass the Freshmen." 

"Won't make any promises. But anyways, my homeroom is on the third floor. I'll catch you later," she waved, and I returned the departing gesture. 

In homeroom, I was accompanied by Natalie so far. She was the one that threw the glow in the dark party that miraculously started all of this.

Homeroom was on the first floor this year with Mr. Wallis, our drama teacher. He was a crazy old man with a thick, black mustache and beard. I loved him, personally. One of the reasons I decided on taking drama because lord he was amazing. 

My phone vibrated suddenly, and even though there was a phone policy, Mr. Wallis was careless and never cared much for it, especially during homeroom. 

mine💘: baby 

Serenity: was sup papi 

mine💘: is that daddy in Spanish...

mine💘: I don't know how to feel about that

Serenity: feel what you want, papi

mine💘: It's kind of hot. but anyways, i've got some good news that involves my future. guess who's going to be playing college football for Washington University in St. Louis? 😎😎

Serenity: omg i'm not ready for this. 

mine💘: why? 

Serenity: I'm so happy for you. like i might cry in the middle of homeroom. but this is not good for my health. 

Serenity: i'm literally going to have an orgasm in class 

mine💘: hey, hey, no orgasms without me, sweet titties. 

Serenity: ugh, my college baby playing football. i'm in tears. 

mine💘: get back to class, my high schooler. 

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"Fuck!" Clary coughed, waving her hand in the air the air that was filled with a burnt, irritating smell. It stung my nostrils as I coughed repeatedly, doing the same with my hand. 

"On second thought, brownies were a very bad idea," I coughed out, rushing out of the kitchen on the tips of my toes. In my hurry, I slammed my hip into our dining table, making me flinch and wince with an abrupt halt. 

Clary shrieked. "No! Bitch, come back here and fix this dreadful mess!"

Elliot lied across the couch with his phone above his face, scrolling aimlessly. "So now taco bell finally delivers." 

"No, they don't," I said to him. 

"I know! Still fucking agitates me!" He yells. 

I ignored his little fit with a soft chuckle, pulling out my own phone to check the many text messages I have from my dad, insisting that I not do anything dangerous while they're gone. As usual, they took Willie with them to a meeting that was very important to them. They gave me the choice to stay home or go, and of course, I stayed home. 

Clary left the kitchen, teary-eyed and glower in place. "You're welcome." 

"For what?" I questioned teasingly.

She ignored me. Taking a seat on Elliot's legs, she sighed and leaned back. Elliot immediately began complaining. "You're crushing my legs." 

"Good." 

The doorbell rang, and I shouted that I would get it; not like neither of them would get up anyway. I opened the door, revealing my boyfriend and his wide grin. I gazed at his shirt, a purple and black jersey with a number eighteen printed on the front, Huskies written in smaller letters above the number. 

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his chest. I gladly accepted it, not before he dipped his head down and placed a loving kiss on my lips. A hum left the back of his throat. "Hey, Sweet Titties." 

"Hi," I gushed, pulling away and eagerly reading off his jersey, "Number eighteen for the Washington Huskies." My eyebrows wiggled and he chuckled. 

"We start practicing tomorrow. Feels great to be back on that field," he confessed. "But in other news...Belle's starting kindergarten." 

My lips parted as I did that excited little leg hop. "Oh, I forgot! I'm --" 

"Bitch, why do yo sound like you're glowing," Elliot spoke from behind me, right before he saw Harry. "Oh, of course. Mr. Steal Your Girl is here."

Harry rolled his eyes, amused grin plastered on his lips. "She was never yours, mate." 

"Things could have happened!" He protested, nevertheless joking.

My hand tugged onto Harry's, inviting him fully inside. He kicked the door behind him shut and quickly found a spot on the couch. I sat on his lap, considering how much he likes when I do that. Gives him a sense of showing off. The cocky bastard could never drop that ego. 

Harry inhaled, scrunching up his nose. "Why does it smell like roasted ass in here?" 

"You'e had roasted ass?!" Clary exclaimed sarcastically. "That's funny, because Serenity and I just ate leftovers." 

He gave her one look before something inappropriate had to come out of his mouth. "It's fine, I've gotten enough ass from here," and of course he squeezes my thighs and leans his face into my back. 

Elliot gags, gradually shaking his head and sighing. "I remember us just at the beginning of the summer being more rebellious." 

"You were the one who suggested we're not kids anymore," Clary scoffed. "And plus I'm too lazy for that. School has begun, and I know Mr. Fucking Dennis will give us a pop quiz tomorrow on shit we have yet to learn. Education needs to go first this year."

I couldn't have agreed more. It's not like either of us three want to stay back and remove a year back from our graduation. 

"So," I began eagerly, "Guess who's sexy boyfriend is playing college football?"

"Not yours?" Clary snickers.

"No one wants to hear you brag about your shitting perfect relationship." Elliot snaps right after. 

Frowning, I murmured, "Whoa, dicks." 

It wasn't after two hours of messing around in the kitchen that Elliot and Clary decided to get going. I watched Harry sit back on the couch, turning on the TV quite lazily. My lips formed into a smile as I climbed onto his lap, blocking his view of the television.

A smirk curved into his pink, plump lips. He peered up at me as I moved closer, nearly chest to chest now. I placed my hands over his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his jersey.

"I'm really proud of you," I admitted to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. He places his hands on my hips, gripping tightly while he made sure to keep our kisses on repeat. Our lips moved sensually with every touch, my hands finding their usual spot in his soft, thick curls. 

He let his lips place opened mouth kisses down my neck, whispering against the skin, "I'm proud of us, really. We've learned a lot. I'm learning to leave that childish bullshit behind...well part of it. I'm never going to stop making jokes." 

I laughed softly. "Jokes? They shouldn't even be called jokes. And they're mostly inappropriate and completely unoriginal." 

"Are you bashing my comedic intelligence?" Harry squeezed my hips and I continued to be amused. He pulled away from my neck and peered up at me. "It doesn't matter, honestly. As long as we're together, baby, everything's perfect." 

Someone cleared their throat. I looked up to see my father standing there with a glower on his face. Harry whipped his head back to look, and I could tell he grew tense immediately. 

Nervously, I smiled and greeted, "Hey...dad." 

"Hello, Mr. Carter," Harry tried to be polite, gulping. He was surprisingly nervous.

With a clenched jaw, my father says, "Let's start with you getting my daughter off your lap, and she sitting at an appropriate distance." At this, I scrambled to get off of Harry's lap. First, I thought my father was going to yell at the top of his lungs, but instead says, "Are you guys hungry?"

"Uh...," I started, looking to Harry, but he was busy suffocating under my dad's stare. "Yeah, we are, actually."

"Great. We're going out to eat. That includes you, boy. Now hurry up. We're waiting in the car." 

note; can't believe I'm saying this. just two chapters away 💘💘