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I watch from the back of the classroom, biting my nails with anticipation as the hands of the clock slowly and painfully tick away to the last remaining minutes. The day has been moving along relatively fast, but now that lunch is minutes away, time seems to have been reduced to a stagnant crawl. I just want this class to end so I can find Garrett and present him with my ultimatum, and finally rid myself of him.

Peter's p.o.v.

I lean tiredly with my chin in my palm and play with a broken piece of pencil lead, rolling it over the table and drawing lines as I watch the time tick away. My gaze keeps flickering to Beau, who is sitting beside me chewing on his nails. I frown at him and bump his arm with my elbow, and quietly ask, "You okay?"

Beau immediately drops his hand and forces a smile, as he too quickly replies, "Yeah, perfect. Why?"

My frown deepens and I lean my head to the side, covering my mouth with my sleeve as I whisper, "You're acting weird."

Beau purses his lips, and covers his mouth too as he replies, "I'm fine."

I purse my lips too, and pull out my phone from my hoodie pocket, as I mumble, "I don't believe you."

Beau frowns at me, and replies, "Why does it matter?"

My eyes widen at his tone, as I say, "You're being an ass, Beau. What's your problem?"

"Nothing!" Beau snaps.

I want to yell back at him, but sitting in a classroom full of people wouldn't be the best place to get into a fight. Instead, I inhale a deep breath and turn my attention away from him, and open my phone to send a message.

To: Christian
From: Peter

Beau's in a mood. Did something happen?

I hit send and flicker my eyes back to the front of class, were the teacher is drowning on with their boring lecture. I have no idea what subject he's prattling on about since the moment I sat down, I chose to tune him out because I don't want to sit here for an hour, listening to his monotone voice. I have to stifle a yawn, and then my phone buzzes with an incoming message.

To: Peter
From: Christian

Yeah, I found something out yesterday. Don't say anything to Beau though.

I frown at the message and peek over at Beau. What did Christian find out? I wonder.

To: Christian
From: Peter

I won't, I promise. Just fix whatever it is. He's being an asshole. 🙄

To: Peter
From: Christian

I will. TTYL.

I frown and slip my phone back into my pocket, the teacher's boring put-you-to-sleep monotone voice nothing but a distant buzzing, as my mind races with questions.

What did Christian find out? And why can't I mention anything to Beau? I hope they're not having problems, although they seemed find Sunday.... Maybe it's something else. I'm half tempted to ask Beau, but Christian told me not to. I just wish I knew what was going on.... Beau's my best friend, why hasn't he confided in me?

Maybe he just needs space . . .

Jordan's p.o.v.

I'm sitting in the back of my history classroom with JoAnna beside me, as she doodles on my forearm in pen, while a disapproving Kat sits behind us whispering commentary on the importance of paying attention. JoAnna ignores her pointedly, as she continues to draw an octopus on my skin. I'm only half paying attention, since history is my least favorite subject and despite how hard I try, I'm never able to retain anything. JoAnna doesn't even have to try though, and she likes to act like she could care less but I know she never scores lower than an A on anything. She's brilliant without even making an effort, and I envy that since it takes me an hour to learn basic math.

JoAnna should be blonde and on the cheerleadering squad, and dressing in pastel skirts and wearing the expensive jewelry her father buys for her every birthday. But she doesn't since at the age of sixteen, she broke free of the mold, and chose a path her parents despise.

I've only met her parents once, and their first impression of me standing on their doorstep with their daughter's hand in mine, wearing my black jacket with my ear piercings and tattoos on full display immediately defined me as the low life that stole away their perfect baby girl. But JoAnna's desire to dye her hair and dress in ripped skinny jeans and black wasn't my fault. She wanted to step out from beneath the pressure of her parents expectations, and although she has, she'll never be able to fully break free. I love her no matter what though, but despite that I know she wants more, and I don't feel like I'm the best one for the job.

She wants to get married after high school, but I want to be better for her and pursue a career. She's very set in her ways, and I'm afraid I won't be enough —- and it makes me fearful of our future.

Megan's p.o.v.

Shallow breaths rattle in my thin chest, as I weakly clasp the edge of the toilet bowl for support, while beads of sweat and salvia drip from me into the putrid smelling water full of my acidic vomit. I wipe my face with the back of my hand, and inhale a shaky breath, as I laboriously clamber to my feet while using the bathroom stall walls for support. My head begins to spin, and my vision fills with little black spots as I clumsily unlock the door, and stagger forward to the sink to wash away my mess. I splash my face with water and let the cool liquid roll down over my cheeks and chin for a moment before wiping it away, and then after reapply my pale pink lipstick and fitting my blouse, I leave the bathroom and head back to class.

And as I walk, my vision tunnels on me and I have to reach out to grab the wall. I wait a moment and take deep breaths before pushing forward once again, and after each new step I take, I tell myself everything is fine and I just need more rest.

Everything will be fine, I reassure myself. Just go to bed earlier tonight. You'll be fine.

Garrett's p.o.v.

I should end this, I think, as Smith's soft cheeks brush along the skin between my thighs. But it feels....so good. A laborious moan escapes my lips as Smith finishes me off, his mouth constricting around my cock one last time before he releases me with a delicious pop. I groan as I cum into his mouth, and my fingers sink into his hair to hold him in place. I want him to taste me, and I know he enjoys it when he releases a moan of his own, and sucks me dry like I'm his favorite lollipop.

When I loosen my grip in his hair, he slowly rises up and settles onto my lap. He doesn't say anything, and a slow smile forms across my lips as I reach out and wipe the corner of his mouth. My hands slide down to rest at his bare waist, as I drink in the sight of his nake body straddled over mine, while desire begins to pool inside me once again. My half-softened cock begins to harden again, and in the reflection of Smith's puppy-dog like gaze, I see my own desire reflecting back at me as my hands drift down to rest on his thighs.

"Let me fuck you before we go back to class," I breathe huskily.

Smith parts his lips, and eagerly nods his head, as he gasps, "Yes, please!" And then he begins to climb off my lap and turn around; he leans down onto a bench and sticks his ass out for me. My breath hitches at the yummy sight, but I mentally shake my head and reach out for Smith's wrist and bring him towards me, as I softly say, "Not like that, I want to see your face . . ." I breathe, as I guide him back onto my lap, while he bites his bottom lip against his emotions.

I smile, and kiss his cheek before whispering against his skin, and then slowly ease myself into him as I breathe, "Tell me, how good does this feel?"

Smith squeezes his eyes shut, and small tears roll down his cheeks, as he gasps, "It feels s-so good!"

I grin as I grind and thrust into him again, and he throws his head back with a lewd moan, exposing his throat that I don't hesitate to kiss.

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