The two boys were now eighteen. They were in their final year of high school- thankfully. Their relationship was still going strong for four years.

It was the first day of school and Christophe was not a happy camper. He groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes. He hadn't been able to sleep much that night as he was too busy thinking about what senior year had in store for him. He was in the bathroom washing his face when he heard the base's door open.

It wasn't a surprise when he walked out of the bathroom and saw Gregory sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone. Christophe silently reached into his dresser and pulled out a black tank top and a pair of camo print capris. He slipped off his pajama top and bottoms- pretending he didn't notice Gregory's watching eyes as he got dressed.

"You always get ready so late," Gregory commented as he leaned his arm against the dresser's top.

Christophe popped his head out from the top and he reached down to grab his brown combat boots, "yeah, well, I treasure my sleep," he retorted as he laced up the boots tightly.

Gregory himself was wearing an orange button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of black slacks. How he could pull off the color orange Christophe would never know. To be fair though- he found Gregory attractive in almost everything.

"Of course," Gregory stood up and stretched his back before placing his hands on his hips looking at the brunet, "do you want to get breakfast here or swing by Mcdonald's and get your horrid greasy bagel?"

Christophe smirked looking up at him, "you already know the answer, amour," he commented as he reached down for his black drawstring bag.

Gregory chuckled as he gently grabbed a hold of Christophe's chin, "then we better get going, 'tophe..." he placed a chaste kiss on the brunet's lips before the two of them headed out the door and to Gregory's black BMW.

It was a usual routine. The two of them would swing by Mcdonald's before school every morning. Gregory sometimes got something from there, but usually he just ate breakfast at home. Christophe didn't like the as he says "pompous ass breakfast shit".

So with the bacon, egg, and cheese bagel in the Frenchman's stomach they arrived to school. It seemed like it would be a normal morning. Until it wasn't.

A girl had walked out from the front office a little too fast and crashed right into Gregory's arms. The Brit had caught her carefully and got her to her feet. She had a blush on her face as her eyes connected with Gregory's. She had beautiful golden hair, shining emerald eyes, and porcelain skin. She smiled, "I am so sorry about that, I'm kind of a klutz."

Gregory smiled politely, "it's no matter. I'm glad you don't seem to be injured."

Her eyes widened, "ah! You're British too? That's such a relief, I thought I'd be the only one here with an accent," she commented cheerily. She didn't seem to notice the very annoyed expression on Christophe's face, whom looked ready to just yank Gregory away.

Thankfully Gregory caught on immediately and smiled to him, "well, there's a few foreign kids here. Christophe here is French, then there's Pip who's also British, and then me," he informed, "my name is Gregory."

The girl glanced to Christophe and her posture straightened- it wasn't unusual for people to get put off by Christophe's demeanor, but she seemed to take it more like a challenge instead. She smiled sweetly and held out her hand, "nice to meet you Gregory, I am Estella."

Christophe pointedly exaggerated his eyeroll as she obviously had ignored him. Gregory took her hand and lightly shook it, "nice to meet you as well, I hope you enjoy it here," he said, his eyes friendly, "we have to get going now."

"Right then..." Estella's eyes sparked with something Christophe couldn't quite place yet, "I hope to see you around."

And with that Gregory and Christophe walked to their first period class. Chemistry III. They sat at their assigned table they shared with two others, which was Pip and Damien.

They were the only two other than Gregory that Christophe would even consider his friends. Pip noticed Christophe's grumpy atmosphere and smiled as he set his papers on the table, "someone is sour this morning."

Christophe could only groan as he slammed his head on the table and Gregory laughed, "we ran into a girl this morning that obviously wasn't a fan on our dear 'tophe here."

"More like she ran into us, putain!" Christophe's head shot up as he grumpily crossed his arms, "she wouldn't take her eyes off of you, it was so disgusting."

"You stare at me all the time," Gregory pointed out.

Christophe spluttered and he slammed his hands on the table, "that's completely different and you know it!"

Damien rolled his eyes from his seat and pointed to the two of them, "you know you guys are pretty loud about flirting for trying to keep it a secret."

The only people who knew about Gregory and Christophe's relation ship was Gregory's parents, Damien, and Pip. Gregory's parents found out when they were fifteen and were caught making out in the kitchen. It honestly wasn't as mortifying as they thought it'd be as the parents were very supportive.

Pip and Damien only found out when they were sixteen and they had told them at a sleepover at Pip's sixteenth birthday- turned out him and Damien were also in a relationship, though their's wasn't a secret anymore it was then.

Christophe only pouted as he sat at the table, chin in his hand, "whatever. I'm still not in a good mood," he mumbled.

Gregory just lightly elbowed him before the bell rang. Nothing would come of Estella. Right?