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Chapter 26


Lance walked up to the toilet beside Trevor, unzipped his jeans and began to ease himself too. The entire room was quiet, with the only sounds coming from their urinary fluids streaming into the toilet bowl. Trevor kept his eyes glued to the white tiles before him until he was done. He didn't want to start any conversations with Lance right now, even though he saw Lance glance at him from the side of his eye. Trevor zipped up his jeans and turned for the door. He was about to grab the door knob when Lance's voice made him freeze.

"I'm still waiting for an apology you know."

Trevor turned to face Lance with a confused look on his face. Lance was zipping up his jeans with his eyes fixed on Trevor. "Apology for what?" Trevor asked.

Lance raised his brows. He thought Trevor was kidding. He had to be kidding. How could he have forgotten? "Are you serious right now?" Lance asked with a smile tugging on his lips.

Trevor studied Lance for sometime before he dropped his head and started to chuckle. He knew what Lance was talking about, but for some reason, he wasn't going to apologise. No way.

"What's funny?" Lance asked.

Trevor looked up and saw the smile on Lance's face had disappeared and had been replaced with a scowl, but Trevor didn't feel the least bit threatened by his sudden seriousness.

Trevor steadied himself and folded his hands over his chest. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a smirk.

Lance suddenly felt uneasy with the question. He blinked rapidly and licked his lips. "What do you-."

"You don't take French," Trevor cut him off. "And you obviously hate trips and shit like this because you are an asshole who hates people, so......what are you really doing here?"

Trevor was enjoying the look of uncertainty in Lance's face. Lance looked like he was before a panel of judges in heaven or something. He looked very uncomfortable and Trevor's smirk widened into a small smile.

Trevor was in control.

Lance then stiffened and furrowed his brows as if he was lost in thought. He looked away from Trevor and stared into space. A smile was beginning to materialise on his face, before he looked back at Trevor with realisation. It was as if he had just found out something.

Lance lifted a finger and tried to hold down his amusement. "Wait a minute," he said before he steadied himself and narrowed his eyes at Trevor. "You think I came to France....because of you?"

Trevor shrugged and raised a brow with the smirk still on his face and his arms still crossed over his chest.

Lance stared at him for a while with a look of disbelief, before he threw his head back in a hysterical laughter. Trevor's smile dissolved into a glare quite quickly as he watched Lance laugh so hard with his arms wrapped around his belly.

Trevor dropped his hands from his chest to his sides and clenched his fists. He watched Lance laugh at him and held himself from charging at him and grabbing him by the throat. Why was Lance's behaviour making him mad anyway? He just couldn't understand, but he was mad as hell?

"That's enough," the words flew out of Trevor's mouth in a growl.

Lance's laughter now turned into coughs as he looked down at Trevor with tear filled eyes. "My God Trevor," Lance coughed out. "You've finally graduated from being a dumbass, to becoming a complete slowpoke."

Lance walked up to Trevor and stopped right infront of him. He saw Trevor's face harden with rage as he glared at him through fiery hood eyes.

"A delusional slowpoke," Lance coughed out with a laugh as he walked past Trevor and left the male Rest room.


Seconds later, Trevor made his way out of the hallway and into the reception and lobby just in time to hear Mrs Clarice gather everyone around.

"Okay guys," she beckoned for the students to come closer. "Gather round. We're about to give out rooms please."

"What the hell were you guys doing in there, huh?" Caleb whispered to Trevor as soon as he joined the crowd.

Trevor turned to Caleb with a scowl and noticed the devilish smirk on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Caleb swung his hands over Trevor's shoulders. "Lance came out from that hallway way a few seconds before you did," Caleb then raised a brow at his friend. "..and you guys were gone for quite a while."

Trevor immediately understood what the asshole was insinuating and suddenly hit Caleb's belly hard with his elbow.

"Oh! Bleep man!" Caleb gasped as he doubled over and held his belly. "That hurt."

Trevor kept his eye forward as if nothing happened. "Good," he replied.

"Okay guys, please listen," Mrs Clarice announced. The dorm rooms are not much we are going to have to take only twenty students here and twenty more in the second hotel a couple of blocks away."

The students were quiet as they listened attentively.

"It's going to be two students to a room," she said.

The students clapped and cheered In response, with the male Voices being the most audible.

"Boys on the left wings and girls on the right," she added.

"Wait, what?" a random boy uttered.

"Boys will be in separate rooms from girls," she replied with a forced smile.

"Oh come on!" The Boys all protested in disgust and anger.

Mrs Clarice and her friend raised thier palms to calm them down and they did. "You're here for educational purposes," she warned. "Remember that."

"Whatever!" Another boy shouted in anger and everyone laughed in response.

Mrs Clarice ignored them and held out a piece of paper. "So there are ten rooms and two students to a room," she said. "The sleeping arrangements will be according to this list."

She started with the girls. She called all the girls and thier respective room mates and Trevor was able to pick out the fact that Lisa was with Nadia and Megan was with some random girl named Amy. The interesting part was when the boys were being called.

Bruce and Aaron were in the same room, while Caleb and some gut named Kyle Rivers were together. When she called Lance Tiffin, Trevor felt his heart skip a beat. He instinctively spun and glanced at Lance and was somewhat shocked to see Lance look away very quickly.

"Tiffin,"Mrs Clarice stated. "You're with Michael Smith."

"Whoa, whoa," a boy yelled from behind in protest. "What? No way!"

Everyone spun and saw the boy who was obviously Michael Smith as he waved his arms in the air as if cancelling something. "There is no way i'm sharing a room with him," the boy said as he pointed to Lance.

Trevor's eyes moved to Lance and saw him shake his head with a smirk on his face. Mrs Clarice sighed in exhaustion. She had just been on an eleven hour flight and was most probably tired. She didn't have the strength to argue with anyone today.

"Okay then Michael," she shrugged. "Who do you want to bunk with?"

Michael searched and thought of a while, before he pointed at a certain boy it his long hair tied to a bun, not too far away. "Him," he said.

Mrs Clarice raised her brows at the boy long haired boy. "Your name?"

"Kyle Rivers," he replied.

She looked into her list and looked up at Kyle and deadpaned. "He's with someone already,Kyle."

"I don't care," Kyle looked agitated as he pointed . "There's no way i'm going to stay in a room with someone and risk being raped up the ass at night."

Everyone burst into laughter. Even Caleb and the rest of Trevor's friends. But for some reason, Trevor was not amused and he didn't know why. Caleb's look over at him and even he felt his smile slowly faded away. Trevor turned and glance at Lance who had his head to the ground with his hand deep in his pockets.

"That's a really stupid thing to say!" A girl spat out from the group and Caleb moved his eyes to see that red haired girl named Stephanie glaring up at the Kyle boy as if she was going to punch his lights out at any minute.

"Yeah," Kyle flipped her away as he kept laughing. "Whatever."

"Fine then," Mrs Clarice sighed. "Bowman and Tiffin, you're together."

Trevor felt his heart skip a beat and drop to his stomach when he heard those words. He spun back to his French teacher with widened eye and the word fell out of his mouth before he could even think. "No fucking way!"

The entire reception erupted in laughter. One that was even louder than that giving to Kyle. Trevor glanced to his side and saw Aaron and Bruce holding thier bellies as they collapsed on each other, their eyes watery with laughter. Caleb and Lisa along with Nadia and Megan, all threw thier heads back laughing as well. Trevor found himself chuckle at the way some of the students were laughing, until his eyes landed on Lance.

Lance's expression was blank as his green eyes stayed on. After a moment, he started to blink rapidly, before he moved his eyes to the ground again.

"Fine!" Mrs Clarice's voice was louder and angrier now. "Kyle with Michael, Caleb with Bowman, and Tiffin with Lenny!"

She then announced that Trevor and some girls named Trish, were in charge of thier respective wings in seeing that both boys and girls were if good behaviour. "No girls or boys over at the hotel," she instructed them. "You are to make sure if that."

She then dropped the list from her view, picked her bags and started to walk away without even giving a damn if they had any objections about her decisions or not. They certainly didn't.




Lance

"Dude," Lenny uttered in awe the moment he pushed thier room door open open. "Check it out."

He walked into the room with Lance right behind him. The room was quite wide. The walls were clean and neat. The top most part was an impeccable arrangement of red building bricks while halfway down to the ground, the was painted grey. There was two beds in either side of the room. Lenny dropped his bags at the side and dove into the bed on the left.

"This is awesome," he exclaimed with excitement, but Lance was still quiet.

Lenny took in his new surroundings a though he was a little boy who had just been taken to a large mansion, or a castle from his fantasies, or an alien world of some sort, but Lance dropped his bags to the floor, pushed his hands into his pockets and observed his surroundings with indifference.

Lenny turned to the right and his eyes widened when he saw the door. "Whoa," he uttered stood to his feet. "Our own bathroom."

Lenny hurried in and scanned the room. It was quite big. Big enough for two roommates anyway. The toilet, sinks and wall tiles were pearly white perfection. The air in the room smelt pure and of Lavender. Lenny was a little disappointed that instead of a Bathtub, the just had a shower,but it was okay.

He walked over to the shower, turned the faucet and placed his palms below to feel the temperature of the water droplets that hit his hand. He switched to hot water and felt the temperature once more, but the droplets remained cold.

"Uhm-Lance," Lenny called from the bathroom. "There seems to be a problem with our hot water. I don't think it's working."

Lenny paused when Lance didn't reply a few seconds after. Even though he knew Lance would give a shit about anything, he knew Lance would also want hot water. Paris was cold during the day and would definitely be colder at night.

"Lance?" Lenny called out as he switched off the show and walked out of the bathroom.

He walked into the room and Lance wasn't anywhere in sight. "Lance?" Lenny called as he searched the room. He then saw a door that he had jot noticed before. It was open and poured in a pure afternoon sunlight into the room. Lenny walked over and saw that it led out to a veranda.

His eyes immediately landed on Lance who was standing there with his hands in his pockets as he looked out at the bustling city below.

Lenny walked over to join him. "Wow," Lenny said as he looked out at the sea of buildings that spanned for miles. "This is just....wow."

Lenny watched the moving cars and people for a while, and then the cool breeze him before he suddenly remembered the issue with the hot water.

"Dude," Lenny began as he spun to face Lance beside him. "Our hot water isn't-."

Lenny paused when he saw it. He saw the tears in Lance's eyes as he looked out into world before him.

Lenny turned to face Lance completely. "Du- Dude," Lenny's face was filled with concern as he placed his hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

Lance shrugged Lenny's hands off his shoulder vehemently, before he turned and glared at him through blood shot eyes.

"Mind your fucking business and leave me alone," Lance hissed through his teeth, before he turned away and walked back into the room, leaving a confused Lenny at the Veranda.

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Chapter 27


Stephanie and Lenny


"Say cheese!" Stephanie yelled in excitement as she and Lenny posed for a selfie at the top of the Eiffel tower with the Paris skyline behind them. It was the second day of thier visit and thier tour had begun. The plan was for them to visit some of the Most monumental spots in France and learn thier history.

"The Eiffel Tower..," Mr Aurand had stated earlier that day. "one of France’s most famous monuments, was built over the course of two years during the late 1880s. It was constructed to commemorate the 100th anniversary of the French Revolution."

"Who gives a Bleep?" Stephanie had heard a random boy whisper from behind her and rolled her eyes in response. She wondered if people her age were always supposed to be so daft and stupid.

Nearly 7 million people visit this 1,062-foot tower every year, making it one of the world’s most popular monuments.

Visitors usually take the tower’s stairs to the second level, or one of three lifts to the top. Shops and restaurants are located on each of two levels, and the top of the tower holds a champagne bar. The tower stays open for tours until 11 p.m. daily, allowing you to view the city lights from high above.


Stephanie took the picture with her phone and looked down at it. "Oh my god it's beautiful."

"Send it to me," Lenny said as he pulled out his phone. "like...now."

Stephanie laughed with her attention still on her phone. "This is so going on my instagram."

She sent the picture to Lenny and uploaded it to her instagram page before she turned and looked down at the city of Paris below. "I'm happy I came here, you know."

Lenny turned to her. "Really?"

She turned and looked at him with a smile. "Yeah."

Lenny's eyes looked away from her and landed on something, or someone behind her and his smile grew wider. "I also know someone who seems to be happy you came," Lenny said.

Stephanie's brows furrowed in confusion, before she turned and looked in the direction Lenny was looking. She felt her heart skip a beat when Caleb, who was standing at a distance with his friends, quickly looked away after she had caught his gaze.

She turned back to Lenny with a glare.

"What?" Lenny shrugged with a smile. "He obviously likes you."

"Stop it," she hissed as she looked down into her phone.

Lenny raised his eyes to the figure behind her again and his smile turned into a toothy grin.

"Please tell me he isn't still looking at me," Stephanie said.

"Oh no," Lenny shook his head. "He's not."

"Good," she sighed.

"He's coming over here."

Stephanie raised her wide eyes to Lenny. "What?"

"Hey," Caleb's deep voice from behind her made he freeze. She saw him exchange a friendly had shake with Lenny before she faced her phone, pretending to be concentrating on something as she most definitely did not want to look back.

"Hey Steph," Caleb said.

Stephanie felt her heart fall to her stomach when she heard him call her that. She raised her eyes from her phone and spun to face him with a glare.

"Do not call me that," she spat.

"Call you what?" Caleb gave a kind smile.

"Steph."

"Why not?"

"Because only my friends call me that," she growled. She immediately noticed the way the smile on Caleb's face vanished slowly. For a second, she saw anger flash in his eyes, before he spun and started to walk away, but then he stopped, turned and moved to her again; meeting her eyes with a glare.

"Why do you hate me so much?" Caleb's voice was laced with rage and sincerity. "What did I ever do to you?"

Stephanie looked up at him and realised she couldn't say anything. There was something about the way Caleb's green eyes stayed on hers that made her shiver. He had never looked at her that way before.

Caleb looked down to his ground before him and chuckled, before he looked up at her again. "I guess looks can really be deceiving," he said.

Stephanie furrowed her brows in rage. She was about to spit out a "What?", but she couldn't.

"I mean, one would take one look at you and think that you're different. Think that you're cool," Caleb's voice was unsteady as he started to back away from them and his frustration betrayed him. "But you're just......" He paused and exhaled, before he went on. "Sorry for bothering you." And with that, Caleb Dickson turned and walked away.

Lenny and Stephanie didn't say anything for a whole minute after Caleb had left. Neither of them wanted to state the obvious. That maybe Caleb really liked Stephanie and that she was acting like a complete bitch about it.




Lance

The Louvre Palace and museum. That was the next place the students visited that day, but it was obviously going to be that last for the day because it would be really late by the time they were done.

The place with the giant glass prism. As Lance stepped into the giant glass prism, he had to admit, he was fascinated. He looked up and the glass structure with wonder and awe of a child.

"When most think of the Louvre," Mr Aurand stated as he led the students into the fascinating monument. "it's thought of like a museum, but it was a fortress and palace long before it became a world centre for art. The palace is a testament to its rich history spanning from the medieval period to the present."

Visiting the Louvre's medieval foundation is fascinating. The adjacent Jardin des Tuileries are perfect for a stroll before or after your visit to the museum. There was so much to see at the Louvre, that you couldn't possibly see it all it in just one day.

The students all walked into an enormous hall filled with remarkable works of art; paintings and sculptures that obviously dated back to centuries before. Lance took in his alien surroundings, but never stopped stealing glances at Trevor and Lisa in the distance. He had been throwing occasional glances at the teen couple ever since they got on the bus that morning and all the while they were at the Eiffel tower. Trevor caught him staring at one time though and he looked away for a bit, but that wasn't going to stop him.

As he kept his eyes on them, he just couldn't believe what he had been reduced to. He could not believe what Trevor had done to him. He never in a million years, believed that he would be so attracted to someone this much. It was infuriating. Trevor had called him a gay a few weeks ago. This was something someone else would do and earn a devastating punch to the face from him without even thinking, but no, not Trevor. Trevor never even apologised, but yet, here he was, stalking him. Practically throwing himself at his feet. He even begged for an apology when they were both in the rest room yesterday, but it still didn't come. Lance felt his stomach turn when he then remembered the rejection. Trevor had turned him down as a roommate and even though he tried to hold it down, it hurt him like mad. These were the perks of being gay. these were the things that people like him always went through; being attracted to people that could never be attracted to you. He had cried his eyes out yesterday and Lenny had even noticed. That annoying Lenny. Even when Lenny had left the room for some food, he cried some more.

The thoughts washed over Lance and he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. This wasn't him. This wasn't him at all. He would never cry for anyone, not even his own parents or any family for that matter. Lance looked up and his eyes landed on Trevor with his arms around Lisa as the strolled by in the midst of students being ushered by Mr and Mrs Clarice as he poured his knowledge of the ancient artifacts on his listeners.

He kept his eyes on Trevor and his throat tighten when be saw the way he looked at Lisa. The way he smiled at her. She had tied his blonde curls into a small pony tail on the bus that morning and it gave Trevor a look that made female tourist at the Eiffel turn thier heads. The way his white t-shirt hugged his muscular frame and his skinny jeans with his perfect legs. His skin seemed to be glowing in the morning sun that day and when he wasn't with Lisa, some male tourists held thier spouses close to them; glaring him as he passed by. Lisa just kept her arms interlocked with his although with his and had a condescending smile on her face that seemed to say, "Yes sluts, stay away. He's mine."

Bitch.

Lance wondered if she even felt the same way about Trevor as Lance did.

"Excusez moi ," an unfamiliar, but alarmingly deep voice yanked Lance out of his thoughts and caused him to wheel. "Vous parlez francais ?"

Lance's eyes met the green eyes of a tall and handsome mixed race boy who was smiling at him politely. "Holy shit," Lance thought.

He was gorgeous.

Without even thinking, Lance's mouth fell open and he knew he had to say something and say it fast. "Uhm-Oui," Lance uttered as if he was in a trance. "Oui je parle francais."

"Ah," the boy pointed to him in realisation with his smile widening even more. "American."

Lance raised a brow and wondered how he knew, even after he just spoke French.

"You're accent gave you away," the boy chuckled.

Lance found himself smiling at a complete stranger before he looked away and faced the painting before him. An over-life-size painting of men on what looked like a raft at sea. They all looked as if they were in distress.

"Ah!" The Boys voice was laced with enthusiasm and passion. Lance turned and saw him smiling at the painting before them as if he was admiring a naked woman. "The raft of the medusa."

He turned to Lance beaming. "The perfect representation of French Romanticism."

Lance raised his brows to him. "Huh?"

The boy chuckled and then went on. "It depicts a moment from the aftermath of the wreck of the French naval ship Méduse, which ran aground off the coast of today's Mauritania on 2 July 1816.

Lance looked back at the painting with curiosity as the boy went on. "On the fifth of July 1816, at least One hundred and forty people were set adrift on this terribly constructed raft; just fifteen people survived and those who survived endured starvation and dehydration and practised cannibalism.

Lance turned to him with wide eyes. "Cannibalism," he uttered in shock. "Bleep."


The boy shrugged. "The event became an international scandal, in part because its cause was widely attributed to the incompetence of the French captain."

He kept his eyes on the painting for a while and then face Lance again. "You school here?" The boy asked.

"Nope," Lance answered with his eyes still on the painting. "High school French field trip."

"Oh, I see, how long?"

"One week." Lance turned to look at him and caught his green eyes on him. The boy was staring at Lance the way the tourists stared at the sculptures and the paintings in the museum ; with keen interest and admiration.

"That's too bad," the boy said. His eyes still on Lance.

"Why?" Lance looked away and back to the painting.

"Because I like you."

Lance darted his eyes straight to the boy beside him in shock. Damn, the French people always liked going straight to the point, didn't they?

"Uhm-thanks," Lance suddenly felt on easy.

The boys studied Lance for a while and chuckled. "I hope i'm not freaking you out or anything," he said.

"Oh no," Lance lied. "Not at all."

"It's just.." The boy went on. "I just don't know how to keep my thoughts to myself when i'm really attracted to someone."

Lance spun to him again. This dude was full of surprises. "You're gay?"

"Bisexual," the boy smirked as he eyes travelled up and down the body of a pretty girl who strutted past them. "I like dicks as much as I like vaginas."

"Wow," Lance's eyes widened in awe.

The boy threw his head back in laughter in response to Lance's gesture and Lance thought hour had the most charming smile ever. Well, not as charming as Trevor's, but charming all the same. His teeth were so white.

"I'm Jacques by the way," the boy stretched his hand for a shake.

"Lance," Lance shook him.

They engaged themselves in small talk as they began strolling down the hall together. Lance asked him if he was fully French because he looked biracial and he said yes.

"My father is from France and my mother is from Cote'd voire," he had said.

He also said he was twenty years old and had just started out as a freshman at the Université de Paris. He was studying Arts and History and was actually here for research purposes. Lance thought Jacques was really smart and confident for someone who had a questionable sexual orientation. He looked like someone who didn't care. He looked like someone who knew who he was.

"All my friends know about my sexuality," he had replied with a shrug when Lance asked him if he had come out. "..Including my parents. It's one of the first things I tell people I meet when I feel I want to build a real relationship with them and if I happen to meet ignorance morons who don't choose to understand or accept me for who I am, I dump them....like bad habits."

Lance was look at him now; not with skeptism, but with clear admiration and longing. Jacques was indeed a strong Human Being.

"So, Lance," Jacques exhaled as they both began strolling down the hall together. "Where have you been to so far?"

"Just the Eiffel tower," Lance shrugged. "And then here I guess."

Jacques looked amused as he turned to him. "You haven't been to any of our night clubs or bars?"

"Come on," Lance rolled his eyes. "I just got here yesterday."

Jacques opened his mouth and was about to speak when a girl called out his name from not to far behind them.

"Jacques!" the girl yelled in urgency. She was standing with another guy who wasn't as tall as Jacques, neither was he as handsome. "Allons! Nous devons partir! Le professeur Gérard veut notre retour sur le campus!"

Jacques dropped his shoulders and yelled a reply. "d'accord. J'arrive!" He then turned to Lance with a wry smile. "I have to go."

Lance nodded. "It's cool man," he said. "No problem. It was nice talking to you."

Jacques studied him for a few seconds before he asked. "Give me your phone."

"What?"

"Your phone. Give me your phone."

"Okay?" reached down, pulled his phone out and handed it to him. He watched Jacques type in something into it before he looked up and pressed the phone to Lance's chest.

"Call me so we can go hang out later. So I can show you the Paris you have not seen before," Jacques said as he began to back away. "Okay?"

"Uhm-," Lance looked down into his phone and then back up at Jacques. "Yeah..sure."

Jacques waved to him and watched to make sure Lance waved back. Lance waved back and nodded and then watched Jacques turn away and move down the hall with his friends who were probably asking him a lot of questions about him, because they just kept darting thier eyes between he and Jacques with mischievous smiles on thier faces.

Lance looked into his phone again and stored Jacques number. He looked up and searched for the rest of the group, hoping they had not wandered to far, but he found them quite quickly at the far end of the hall.

He also found Trevor's eyes staring at him in the distance with his arms still around Lisa's shoulders. Trevor looked away the moment he saw Lance's eyes on him,but he didn't look away as if he had just been caught unawares, no. He looked away as if he was pissed or disgusted or something. Lance swallowed hard and tried to understand why he was suddenly feeling guilty.

Why was he feeling as though he was cheating on someone?

Chapter 28


Trevor

That evening, the tour was over and everyone returned to the hotel. Bruce and Aaron came over to meet Trevor and Caleb and invited them both to grab a bite at a restaurant just across the street. Mrs Clarice made arrangements for thier feeding with the hotel, but some students, like Trevor's friends, preferred to eat out.

"Lord," Nadia moaned after she took a bite of her Croissant. "This is delicious."

"You think that's delicious," Caleb's said as he chewed on his fries. "You should come taste mine. Now I know why they call them French fries."

Trevor heard thier words but it was as if he wasn't even on that table with them. His mind was somewhere else. Trevor's head was still at the The Louvre museum and his eyes were still on Lance walking side by side and speaking to the biracial guy.

The really cute biracial guy.

The scene flashed in Trevor's mind and he felt the bile rise in his throat. He just couldn't understand. Why was he upset? Why did it matter to him that Lance was talking to another guy? Mrs Clarice had offered him a chance to share a room with him yesterday and sure as hell, he had rejected it. There was no way he was going to share a room with Lance, but yet, here he was, fussing over the fact that he saw Lance talking, .....no, flirting with another guy.

Trevor drove his fingers through his hair and sighed. He had to be going crazy right now. The fact, whether he liked it or not, was that seeing Lance with that guy, made him uncomfortable.

Trevor felt Lisa's grip on his arm tighten before he looked away from Caleb and faced her. "Aren't you hungry?" She asked.

Trevor looked down at his food and back to her again with a weak smile. "Just tired that's all," he lied.

Lisa reached up and pulled a strand of his blonde curls back behind his ears. "Aw, baby," Lisa cooed.

Then, she came close and brought her lips to his ears. "Maybe after dinner," she whispered seductively. "We could meet up at your room and figure out numerous ways to make you relax." Immediately after she spoke, Trevor felt her wet tongue lick his ear the same moment he felt her grab his hardened rod. "Are you in?"

Trevor turned and looked at her. "Oh you don't know what you're getting yourself into, young lady," he smiled seductively. "Cuz i'll Bleep you so hard, the entire Paris will hear us."

Lisa threw her head back in laughter and looked up at him. "After dinner then," she bit her lower lip as she let go of his rod. "Get ready for me."

"Okay." The both of them came close and shared a kiss. Maybe this is what he needed. Maybe if he bleeped Lisa tonight, he would suddenly comeback to reality and realise that what he had for Lance was just a mere infatuation. Maybe sex with Lisa would wake him up again.

"Megan," Nadia's voice made every look up. "Are you okay?"

Trevor moved his eyes to Megan and noticed she was looking down. He suddenly remembered she had been looking like that all day. Even when got on the bus that morning, she looked really worried about something.

"Yeah," Caleb added. "You're not eating anything."

"Are you falling sick or something," Lisa stretch forward and placed the back of her palm on Megan's forehead.

"No," Megan's voice was low and uneasy. "I-I'm fine."

She could have fooled anyone else on that table, but not Trevor. She wasn't her normal spontaneous and gleeful self. Something was wrong.

"She's just trying to adjust," Bruce added in a husky voice as he dropped his hands over Megan's shoulder. "..you
know, to her new environment."

Every looked incredulous and Trevor caught Megan shoot Bruce a deadly glare. He had never seen her look at anyone that way before.

"Yeah," Aaron chimed in. "She'll be fine." He looked amused. Why did he look amused? What was going on?

"Don't worry girl, just few days left," Bruce said. "Okay?"

Megan shrugged his hands off her shoulders and stood to her feet to everyone's surprise. She glared at Aaron and Bruce. "I need to get back to the motel," she said.

Then her eyes moved to Lisa and Trevor and her features suddenly softened. Trevor could swear she was about to cry. "I - I'm -Uhm- I'm really tired," she said, before she turned and walked away fast. Too fast. She left her food untouched on the table.

"Megan?" Nadia stood to go after her, but Aaron brought her down.

"Hey hey," Aaron said. "It's okay Babe. Just let her be okay. Let her rest."

"Yeah," Bruce said and Trevor looked away from the restaurant entrance to Bruce's dirty smirk with his eyes darting between Lisa and Trevor. "It's been a long day."




Lance

He laid there shirtless on his bed with his ear phones to his ear, listening to Daniel Bedingfield's If you're not the one. Lenny had left the room a few minutes ago to go and look for the maintenance guy to get thier hot water fixed. Lance had been listening to that song a lot lately and he did not know why. Perhaps the song seemed to speak to him, or it mirrored his thoughts. Like Trevor, Lance was back at the museum in his mind, even though he was on the bed of his hotel room. Jacques charming smile and dashing green eyes filled his thoughts. His deep voice that sounded as though milk and being poured on gold. His even toned skin and his curly black hair, pure perfection. Lance smiled into space when he remembered Jacques strength. He smiled when he remembered his confidence and carriage. He wished he met someone like him back in the states. Someone who knew who he was and wasn't ashamed to show it.

Then, for some reason, Trevor's glare flashed in Lance's mind and he suddenly felt his stomach flip. He tried to wrap his head around it. Was Trevor Jealous about he and Jacques of was he just disgusted?

Lance sat up and pulled his earphones from his ears. He drove his hands through his hair and exhaled. These thoughts of Trevor were giving him such a headache. Why was he always thinking of Trevor anyway, I mean, the guy had openly rejected him, right? Lance began to think that maybe he actually disgusted Trevor.

"Bleep him," Lance said to himself as he pulled out his phone and looked for Jacques' number. To hell with Trevor. He was going to have fun tonight with someone he actually had something in common with.

"Hello," Lance felt his heart soar after hearing Jacques voice again.

"Hey Jacques," Lance said. "It's me. Lance."

"Oh Hey," Jacques replied as the noise in the back ground started to lessen. "I was waiting for your call all day."

"Yeah..." Lance felt hesitant. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't.

"So,...you're still interested?" Jacques said. "In...you know."

"Yeah."

"Okay then. Do you know a place called the la perle bleue?" Jacques asked.

Lance rolled his eyes. 'Obviously not,' he thought. "Nope."

Lance heard him chuckle over the phone. "Okay -uhm- what hotel are you?" Jacques asked.

"Uhm-," Lance raised his hand and grabbed a fist full of his hair as he uttered a soundless "Bleep" at the fact that he didn't even know the name of the hotel. He had not cared enough to know.

Jacques chuckled again at the other side of the line. "You seriously don't know that name of the hotel you've-"

"No...I mean yes! I do!" Lance interrupted him as he stood to his feet and darted his eyes around the room. It was a hotel, so they must have printed thier names on a bed sheet, a mug or whatever. "Just give me a second."

Lance hurried and flipped his blanket over, nothing. Shit. He pulled up his pillow and concentrated on the tip of the pillow case and saw it immediately.

"Le Regent Montmartre," Lance read slowly.

"Oh okay," Jacques replied. "I know where that is. I'll be there with a taxi in five minutes."

Lance picked his watch from the dresser beside his bed and looked into it. "7:55PM"

"Okay."

"I'll call you when I get there."

"Sure."

The like went dead. Lance collapsed back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He was about to go out with a guy he had met a few hours ago. Back in the states, they would call that 'A Date', but there was something about how casual Jacques was being about everything, that told Lance this was certainly no a big deal.

The room door swung open and Lance looked up and saw Lenny walk in looking tired.

"Can you believe this?" Lenny started to complain. "The maintenance guy is on vacation. That's what they told me."

Lance kept his eyes on Lenny with his brows furrowed and not saying a word.

Lenny dragged himself to his bed and dropped to a seat. "Now, we'll have to take cold baths...in the cold," Lenny groaned.

Lance looked at his watch again. "7:57AM." He had less than five minutes. He stood up, grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

"Your going to take a bath with no hot water?" Lenny asked as he watched Lance walk to the bathroom with his towel tied beneath his black t-shirt and a tooth brush in his mouth. Lance ignored him, walked in and took a bath. Few minutes later, Lance came out shivering when he was done.

"You're phone has been ringing while you were in there," Lenny looked up at him.

Lance darted for his phone and saw one missed call from Jacques. He dialled him back.

"Hey Lance," Jacques said. "Where are you? I'm infront of your hotel now."

"Just give me a minute."

"Alright. Hurry up."

Lance barely waited for him to finish before he dropped the phone and darted to his closet, pulled out a black sleeveless shirt and black shorts. He put his clothes on on top of black sneakers, wore his watch, sprayed on some deodorant and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Lenny asked as he looked up at Lance and pushed his glasses up his nose.

Without even looking back, Lance replied, "None of your damned business," before he pulled the door open, walked out and slammed it behind him.

Lol jealousy kee Trevor while my Lance go have jhare

Chapter 29


Trevor

Trevor made sure the bed was nearly dressed and that's why he kept dressing it over and over again. He used his hands to caress the sheets and feel the tension.

"Dude," Caleb spoke as he looked away from his laptop. "If you stretch that bed sheet any further, it'll tear."

Trevor looked up at him with a smirk on his face. Of course, he didn't know.

"I'm going to Bleep Lisa right here," Trevor spat as he patted his bed. "So the least I can do is make her feel comfortable while I do it."

Caleb looked at him with raised brows. "For real?"

"Yep."

Caleb rolled his eyes back to the screen of his laptop. "When is she coming over?"

"In a few minutes," Trevor replied as she checked the time on his watch his watch before he reached down and took off his trousers. "...and that's why you may need to end your Netflix soon."

Caleb sighed and dropped his shoulders as he shut his laptop and gave Trevor a death glare. "Can't I didn't know this was going to happen some time."

Trevor looked at him and chuckled as he pulled of his shirt and then felt the cold hit his body. "Damn it's cold," he hissed.

Caleb got up from his bed and shoved his laptop into his drawer. "Perfect weather for two," he shrugged.

Trevor pulled his weight to one leg, raised his hands to his waist and deadpaned. "Which is why you should be spending sometime with, ...what's her name?"

"Stephanie," Caleb was surprised at the urgency with which he said her name and Trevor looked up at him and smiled.

"Don't look at me like that," Caleb waved Trevor away and walked into the bathroom.

"What's up with the both of you anyway?" Trevor called out.

"Nothing," Caleb yelled from the bathroom.

Trevor rolled his eye and chuckled. "Liar," he yelled.

"Whatever."


Trevor chuckled again and made his way to the Veranda, stood by the balustrade, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Damn, the air in Paris was so nice and pure....and cold of course. It felt really good. He opened his eyes and glanced at the sea of lights beneath him. He leaned in and felt the gentle breeze tug on his blonde curls. He heard a loud and enthusiastic laughter to his left below and then looked in the direction to see four girls walking together; arm in arm, laughing and giggling like silly little girls as they stole occasional glances up at him. He then realised he was standing out there with nothing but his boxers to cover his unclothedness. One of the girls even went as far as giving him flirtatious wave. Trevor just smirked and waved back and the girls looked at each other giggled again; as if their friendly gestures had been acknowledged by a celebrity.

Enjoy the view ladies.

He heard what sound like someone; a man, singing and then looked in that direction also and caught sight of a young man, who was obviously drunk out of his mind. He had his arm over the shoulder of a lady who was walking beside him, helping him steady himself as he swayed from side to side, wailing and singing out loud into the night. Trevor felt a smile tug on his lips slightly.

Then he heard what sounded like the jam of a car door directly below him. He looked down and saw a black Mercedes benz E300 parked right infront of the hotel. He took one look at the glowing banner at the top of the car and immediately knew it was a taxi. When Trevor saw who came out of the car in black jeans and a leather jacket, his eye brows furrowed with curiosity. He immediately recognised him. The dude from the museum. They dude that was talking to.....

What was he doing here?

As if the universe and cosmic forces had answered Trevor's question, someone walked out of the hotel entrance below, went straight to the mixed race boy and gave him a friendly hug. When Trevor saw it was Lance, he suddenly felt the coldness of the metal rod on his palm as he tightened his grip on the railings. He felt his heart beat begin to quicken and the taste in his mouth turned metallic with rage. He watched as Lance and the guy moved over to the car and sat in; shouting the doors loudly as if to mock him, even though they didn't even know he was watching.

Son of a bitch.

An unfathomable rage tore through Trevor as he watched the taxi pull out into the road and snake down the street and without even thinking, Trevor pulled away from the Veranda and stormed into the room. He headed straight for his closet, pulled it open and grabbed a sweater from one of the hangers; all the while ignoring Caleb's bewildered and astonished eyes on him as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Dude," Caleb's voice was laced with concern. "You okay?"

Trevor, of course, ignored him as he wore the sweater over his body, at the same time searching for his flip flops.

"Where the hell are my slippers?" Trevor growled as he's eye darted from one point of the room to the other. The loudness of his voice surprised him and shocked Caleb.


"Whoa," Caleb coughed out as he raised his hand to calm Trevor.

"Relax man," Caleb said as he moved to him and then pointed to a pair of Nike palms at the foot of the bathroom door. " There over here."

Caleb kept his baffled eyes on Trevor as he hurried over, drove his feet into the slippers and headed straight for the room door.

"Dude, where are you going?" Caleb asked in confusion as he trailed behind Trevor.

Trevor turned to him as if he was about to yell, but suddenly deflated. "I'll be back in a minute," Trevor hissed.

Caleb watched his best friend pull the door open, walk out and slam it behind him. He just stood there staring at the door before him, realising it may not be a good idea to chase him and tell him that he just headed out into the cold with nothing more than a sweater, his slippers........and his boxers.

Chapter 30


Lance


"La perle bleue,s'il vous plaît," Jacques said to the taxi driver as soon as he and Lance dropped to a seat behind. The driver nodded in response and the car started to move.

As the car coursed down the beautifully lit up streets, Jacques kept pointing to certain buildings, calling thier names and telling Lance thier history. Lance nodded in response and uttered a "Wow" when he could. Most times, he would just keep his eyes on Jacques; without even taking in a word of what he was saying. The only thing Lance took in was how good Jacques looked in his white t-shirt, black jeans and black leather jacket. How messy and full his black curly hair was above his head and then how low cut it became at the sides and the back of his head.

"I grew up in that neighbourhood right there," Jacques leaned in and pointed outside Lance's window. Lance followed his pointing fingers and looked out the window as well. It didn't look like a very, over that top, expensive, first class place, and it didn't look like a ghetto either. It looked middle class ; the type of place that seemed okay to raise a family. Lance looked back at Jacques and caught his light brown eyes on him. When Jacques didn't look away, Lance immediately did.

"So..," Jacques voice made him look up again. "Are you....seeing anyone?"

Lance thought for a second. "No."

Jacques raised his brows. "Really?"

"Yeah." Lance looked out his window.

Jacques observed him with curiosity before a smirk appeared on his face. "What about the blonde boy I saw you flirting with at the museum today?"

Lance turned his astonished eyes to Jacques and began to stutter. "Wha-what?"

"The blonde guy at the museum," Jacques added before he raised his brows and made his smirk more mischievous looking. "He was really cute."

Lance glared at Jacques. "I have nothing to do with that prick." Lance's voice was laced with rage. A quiet rage.

"Whao. Okay, okay," Jacques chuckled as he recoiled and raised his palms as if in surrender. "I just wanted to be sure-."

"Sure about what?" Lance cut him off.

"That I wasn't intruding on someone else's-"

"Well now you're sure," Lance cut him off again and turned away.

"I'm sorry," Lance heard Jacques say, but he didn't turn to face him, not until he felt Jacques hands on his shoulder. Lance then turned and stared into Jacques pleading brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jacques repeated as he searched Lance's eyes.

"It's -It's fine."

Jacques gave him a smile and threw his arms around Lance's shoulder. The ride to the club was quiet from then on, but Lance's thoughts weren't. He had forgetting all about Trevor all the while he had been with him and now he just had to remind him. Why the hell did he have to do that? How the hell did he even know about he and Trevor at the Museum. Was he watching them all along? Jacques was just way too smart, he had to admit.

"We're here," Jacques pulled Lance out of his thoughts as the taxi slowed down right infront of a two story building. It looked victorian,as old as most of the buildings in Paris. As Jacques and Lance approached that building, they noticed a long queue that ended at the entrance with a huge mad in a suit standing next to it with an earpiece to his right ear .

"Shit," Lance hissed as he and Jacques made thier way to the back of the line. "How long is it going to take before we finally get in?"

Jacques raised a finger to him as he pulled his phone out if his pocket. "Hold on," he said.

He dialled a number and placed his phone to his ear. He waited a few minutes and then started to speak. "Hey, Elena?" He said with a smile. "mon ami et moi sommes dehors." Then he paused.

Lance looked at him the moment he heard those words. A smile grew on Jacques face after he heard what the person on the other line had said before he raised his eyes in the direction of the bouncer at the entrance. "Merci,"Jacques looked happy as he cut the call.

"So?" Lance asked. "Are we getting in?"

Jacques raised a finger to Lance as if to tell him to hold on while they both kept thier eyes on the bouncer. They watched as he suddenly placed his finger to his earpiece as if listening to someone speak, then he looked in thier direction and beckoned for them to come over. Lance and Jacques made thier way past a number of people on the queue and got into the club and Lance could here the crowed protest behind them. Jacques obviously had some really Influential friends. They entered the large hall that surprisingly, didn't feel stuffy, even though it looked filled up. Disco lights were dancing all around the room and the music was so loud, Lance screamed a "This is awesome!" at Jacques, but Jacques didn't here. The whole place was filled with people dancing and grinding ; moving thier bodies to the rhythm of music blasting through the gigantic speakers. As they squeezed their past the dancing crowd, Lance noticed two girls at the corner making out and kissing each other deeply and then he looked to the right and saw two guys dancing questionably close together.

Lance pulled Jacques close to him and shouted into ear. "Is this a gay bar?"

Jacques threw his head back in laughter in response to Lance's question, before he looked back at Lance with fire and excitement in his eyes. "This is Europe, Lance," Jacques shouted. "There's no such thing as gay, straight or whatever. Sex is sex and Love is love."

Lance smiled and nodded; quite impressed with Jacques reply.

Jacques finally found a table at the corner. Four people were already seated there and by the way they hailed and cheered when they saw Jacques, it was clear to Lance that they were his friends.


"Jacques!" one of Jacques friends at the table yelled. "Qu'est-ce qui t'a pris autant de temps?"

"Désolé," Jacques raised his hands in surrender, before he pointed to Lance. "A dû chercher un ami."

They both dropped to a seat and Jacques immediately ordered a drink for the both of them since his friends already had drinks. Lance noticed the four people at the table and felt uneasy. They all looked older, like in thier early to mid twenties. There was a boy and a girl at the opposite side whom Lance thought looked quite familiar. Then, there was a somewhat skinny looking guy who sat beside Jacques and then Lance turned to his right and saw the most beautiful black man he had probably ever seen in his life.

"Guys," Jacques was suddenly speaking english now as he gestured to Lance. "Meet Lance, my new American friend."

They all gave him polite and curt nod with smiles on thier faces.

"He's here on a field trip," Jacques went on as he smiled at Lance.

"Nice," one of his friends said. Lance turned and looked at him. He immediately recognised the boy...and the girl that was beside him. He had seen them both at the museum too. They were the ones Jacques left with. "High School or college?"

"High school," Lance replied.

"Lance," Jacques started as he gesture to each of them. "These are my friends. "Elena, Michael, Ivor and Bayo."

"Nice to meet you Lance," the black guy beside Lance stretched his hands for a shake and Lance took it, just like he also took in his smooth African accent.

"Bayo is Nigerian by the way," Jacques stated as he noticed the way Lance kept his eyes on him.

"Yeah," the skinny boy added as he kept his seductive gaze on Bayo. "But I like to call him hot chocolate."

Bayo then turned to the skinny guy and deadpaned. From the way Bayo reacted, the skinny guy, whose name was Ivor, had probably been hitting on him for a long time, and it was beginning to amuse him, but Lance took another look at Bayo and couldn't blame Ivor one bit. Bayo was pure black perfection. His skin was an even tone of dark brown and not a single drop of foreign blood in his genes. He wore a tight blue t-shirt on top black that did well to show his slim, yet athletic physique on top black jeans. He had these coloured African beads on his neck and around his wrist.

"Do you model?" The question flew out of Lance's mouth in a flash.

Bayo gave him a charming smirk and then chuckled. "Yes," he said. "Yes I do."

I thought so.

The waiter finally brought their drinks and Lance lifted his glass, ignored the straw and took a sip.

"So how long are you here for?" The girl Jacques had introduced as Elena asked. Lance was shocked to hear her clean and impeccable English accent even after he had heard her speak french so fluently at the museum. He also thought her bob hairdo suited her perfectly. She was quite pretty. Her face, a perfect oval shape and her dimpled smile, Lance thought, was really cute.

"One week."

"Well," Ivor shrugged. "We've got to get you laid tonight then."

Elena swatted Ivor's shoulder and everyone laughed. Lance suddenly felt the apprehension evaporate from his being. He started to feel confident and he didn't know if it was the drink or Jacques or his friends.

"So how did you guys meet?" The question fell out of Lance's mouth and everyone stared at each other in response. They all looked amused.

"Well-Uhm-," Jacques began. "Bayo and I used to date. We broke up a year ago but still remain close friends."

Lance spun to Bayo. "You're Bisexual too?"

Bayo gave him charming, yet shy smile. "Gay."

Lance's eye widened slightly as he swore he could hear angels singing Hallelujah in his head.

"Elena and I used to date too," Jacques turned and smiled at Elena. "We also chose to remain friends."

"Wow," Lance uttered as he turned and looked at Elena who was smiling him.

"Yeah," Michael said as he threw his hands over her shoulder and pulled her close to him and kissed her head. "..but she's mine now."

"What about him?" Lance asked as he pointed to Michael.

Ivor scoffed. "Michael is straight as an arrow. Don't even bother."

"But make no mistake, " Michael started in a playful tone as he pointed to Jacques . "I would definitely go gay for this guy."

Jacques raised a middle finger to him as he took a sip of his vodka and everyone laughed. A few minutes in, Lance had to admit, he was really enjoying thier company. They all looked confident and we're proud of he they were. He felt naked before them and didn't feel like they had to hide anything. They spoke about more serious and pressing issues like climate change, worldwide government policies and...... what it felt like to be who they were in the real world. He felt drawn to them and didn't mind staying there all night if he had too, plus, if he was lucky, he would pretend he was drunk and let Jacques take him to his campus and they would both Bleep their brains out and then Lance would blame it on the alcohol.

Moments after, Elena and Michael stood up and moved to the dance floor. Lance was left with Ivor, Jacques and Bayo now.

"Gay or Bisexual," Ivor asked Lance out of the blue. "Cuz if you tell me you're straight, I'll kill myself."

Lance chuckled. "Gay."

Ivor raised his eyes to the ceiling as if saying..'Thank you lord!'

"So," Ivor looked down and went on. "Are you seeing anyone currently?"

Lance glanced at Jacques who already had his eyes on him.

"Excluding Jacques of course," Ivor rolled his eyes.

Lance chuckled. "No. Not re-."

"Well well, Isn't this lovely." A voice that was way too familiar for Lance to ignore made him wheel fast. Lance eyes widened when he saw who was standing right behind him. Fists clenched, chest moving up and down with heavy breaths and eyes boring into his soul.

"Tre-Trevor?"

Cool Slymer thanks for the update

Beautiful update I must say
pls save Lance for me oo

Well, well. Isn't this lovely?! Trevor, you're bisexual my friend.

Slymer, can I just say something? You are an exceptional writer. This story is unlike any story I've read on this forum. I just love it. You way your characters relate and the way you are not even afraid to play with certain elements like sexuality. Damn!
On a normal day, I would be irritated by the gay undertones and what is going on between Trevor and Lance, but look at me, I'm reading your book and wishing Trevor and Lance should end up together.
Slymer,you too much abeg!

Ayanfe29:
Well, well. Isn't this lovely?! Trevor, you're bisexual my friend.

Chykwrites:
Slymer, can I just say something? You are an exceptional writer. This story is unlike any story I've read on this forum. I just love it. You way your characters relate and the way you are not even afraid to play with certain elements like sexuality. Damn!
On a normal day, I would be irritated by the gay undertones and what is going on between Trevor and Lance, but look at me, I'm reading your book and wishing Trevor and Lance should end up together.
Slymer,you too much abeg!

Wow! thanks Bro. Glad you're enjoying it. To be honest,i thought I was going to be reprimanded once people read the story. But the acceptance is overwhelming. It's good to know how eccentric and unconventional people in this forum are.

E be like say the same virus wey dey affect peeps wey get good stories going here don effect you.... E dey take time for you to update now ..

Nawa o

Sensitivity1254:
E be like say the same virus wey dey affect peeps wey get good stories going here don effect you.... E dey take time for you to update now ..

Nawa o

No vex abeg. I'm compiling the chapters. I've written up to five now and I want to finish Book 2 with my next posts....Plus, I've not really been free. No vex abeg!

No lele.
So when should be expecting an update

Slymer:


No vex abeg. I'm compiling the chapters. I've written up to five now and I want to finish Book 2 with my next posts....Plus, I've not really been free. No vex abeg!

Slymer what's happening ohh. We're waiting

Chapter 31

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Caleb just sat there on his bed, occasionally glancing at the door and expecting Trevor to walk in any second. He still couldn't understand what had just happened. The both of them were just talking about he and Lisa having sex and then boom, he just up and left.

Caleb sighed, stood up from the bed and drove his fingers through his hair. He glanced at the door again, hoping Lisa would not come in at any minute because he sure as hell didn't know what he was going to tell her. He looked down at his phone placed face down on his bed and thought of calling Trevor to find out where he was, but then he thought against it. What if he was in the lobby downstairs or something and he was going to be back any second?

A knock on the door made Caleb jump as he spun to face the room entrance.

"Shit, it's Lisa."

He darted his eyes to every single corner of the room in panic as the thought of what to tell he swirled round his head. She was here to get bleeped by Trevor and he wasn't even here. Where the duck is he?

Caleb picked up his phone and started to dial Trevor's number.

"Yo! Trev!," Caleb could make out Aaron's voice call out along with loud knocks from the other side of the door. "Caleb! You guys in there? Open up."

Caleb looked up from his phone and dropped his shoulders with a sigh of relief. "Thank God."

He walked over and pulled the door open to see. "What's up?"

Aaron walked into the room and Bruce followed behind him. "Dude," Aaron said as he walked straight for Trevor's bed and dropped to a sit. "Where you masturbating?"

"Bleep you," Caleb replied as he shot the door.

"Where's Trev?" Bruce asked as his eyes observed his vicinity.

Caleb shrugged. "Don't know, man."

Bruce's eyes moved from the closet beside him and landed on Caleb. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Caleb shrugged again as he headed to his bed. "I don't know, man. I mean, he was here one second and the next he just...just hurried out."

"Hurried to where?" Bruce's asked again.

"Maybe he's with Lisa," Aaron suggested.

"No he's not," Bruce looked curious now. "I spoke to Megan a few minutes ago. She and Lisa are room-mates. Lisa was on Skype with her dad when I called."

Caleb shrugged for the third time. "I - I don't know. I just don't know."

"Well," Bruce sighed and raised his brows. "We're heading out to this really cool bar at the end of the street."

"What bar is that?" Caleb asked.

"Okay, so...," Aaron added. Caleb looked down at him and saw the excitement in his eyes. "We ran into this dude, said his name was Anton. Gave pamphlets and told us about the really cool strip club down the-."

"No way," Caleb cut him off.

"Dude," Bruce's said. "What do you mean?"

"You said it was a bar," Caleb replied.

"Yeah. So?" Aaron shrugged.

Caleb pointed to Aaron. "He just said it was a strip club."

Bruce looked at Aaron and then looked back at Caleb. "What's the fvcking difference?"

Caleb narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you seriously asking me that question?"

"Yes."

Caleb then placed his entire weight on one leg and folded his arms across his chest. "Do Nadia and Megan you guys are going to a strip club?"

Bruce and Aaron slowly turned to face each other with one of thier brows raised.

"Exactly." Caleb threw his hands in the air and back down again when he saw they had seen his point.


"I even hear they get strippers in there after nine at night," Bruce said with a mischievous smirk.

Caleb grimaced. "I don't know. We could get in trouble with Mrs -"

"Oh my god,Dude," Bruce groaned as he moved towards Caleb. "Not this again."

"What?"

"Do you really want to die a virgin, Caleb?" Aaron said with a smirk.

"So we are going to a bar to have sex in a bar with random girls?" Caleb asked in disgust.

Bruce and Aaron glanced at each other, amused, before they turned back to Caleb and shrugged. "Yeah sure, why not not?"

Caleb rolled his eyes and walked away from them, making his way into the bathroom. He knew they had to be joking and was equally tired of the jokes they always made about his virginity. Although it had been awhile since they brought that up, with the bet distracting them and all, he knew it was bound to pop up sometime.

He zipped down his shorts and started to urinate into toilet. From the side of his eye, he saw Aaron walking over and leaning on the bathroom door.

"Dude, " Aaron started. "Come on. You know you need this."

Caleb looked up at him in surprise and amusement. "Need what?"

"This," Aaron shrugged.

"Pussy!" Bruce shouted from far behind. "You need Pussy in your life,dude."

Aaron started laughing hard. Caleb shook his head, unimpressed, as he zipped up his shorts and walked past Aaron; making his way back into the room.

"Dude, Bruce started as he pointed to himself on the chest. "I'm fucking Megan...," He then pointed to Aaron beside him. "He's fucking Nadia," Then he pointed to Caleb. "And you're fucking.....?"

"Oh shut up, Bruce." Caleb spat as he walked over and leaned on his closet while pulling out his phone.

Aaron laughed again. Caleb felt his mouth go bitter with anger. A feeling he had become quite use to whenever they made fun of his sex life.

"Dude," Aaron walked over and threw his hands over his shoulder. "Come on man, it will be fun."

Caleb moved his eyes from his phone to look at Aaron, and then at Bruce. Bruce had a dirty smirk on his face as he stared at Caleb.

"We're Bros, man," Aaron said. "You know we've got you. We'll do anything for you."

"Yeah," Bruce added. "Including getting you laid."

Bruce and Aaron watched a reluctant smile play on Caleb's face, before he broke into laughter and the laughed along with him. Caleb knew he didn't stand a chance. They wouldn't let him hear the end of it if he didn't go with them.

"Okay, fine," Caleb finally gave in.

"My man!" Aaron cheered as he patted Caleb on the back.

Caleb turned, opened the closet and pulled out a blue Tommy Hillfiger t-shirt and replaced it with the tank top he was wearing. He pulled up a pair of sneakers and stood to his feet.

"You ready?" Bruce said as he headed for the door.

Caleb nodded and then turned to the room to look around and make sure he wasn't forgetting anything; his palms patting his right pocket as he did.

The opened the door and froze alittle when they saw Lenny standing there with his hands up and his knuckles out ready to knock. "What the Bleep do you want, punk?" Bruce growled.

Lenny's recoiled in fright as his eyes darted from one face to the other. He looked terrified. Caleb took a good look at him in nothing but a white t-shirt and a yellow towel wrapped underneath.

Aaron inched forward to scare him the more. "Are you deaf?"

"N-No-I-I- mean....i just," Lenny stammered.

Bruce and Aaron started to laugh at him, but Caleb was quiet. He took one look at his laughing and snickering friends, before he moved his eyes to the confused and scared lanky boy standing before him. It was funny how he didn't find the entire situation funny. It was also crazy, and scary. He thought Stephanie was watching him at that moment.

"You guys, go ahead," Caleb turned and told his friends. "I'll catch up."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay," Bruce replied, before he moved his eyes to a trembling Lenny. He pushed Lenny's head to the side and laughed as he walked past him.

"What do you want?" Caleb's voice caused Lenny to spin and see him standing at the door with his arms crossed on his chest.

"I-Uhm- I was just wondering if-well, out hot water isn't working, so I was wondering if -if I could use yours?" Lenny's voice was trembling before he looked down to the floor.

Caleb clenched his jaw and dropped his shoulders. He started to consider. He looked up at Lenny and came close to him. "Hurry up and close the door when you're done."

Lenny looked up at Caleb with wide eyes. He certainly did not expect that answer. He was already making plans to go over to the receptionist and complain and Caleb refused.

"Re-really?"

Caleb said nothing. H just looked away from him and walked passed. "You better be gone by the time Trevor gets back though, or he'll kick your ass."

"Sure," Lenny watched him walk down the hall before he turned away and headed into the room.

"Lenny!" Caleb's voice made him pause.

"Yeah?"

Caleb was hurrying back to meet him again. Maybe he forgot something, but then, he stopped right infront of the door. He was the one looking nervous now. "Uhm-I just," he stuttered. "How's Stephanie?"

Lenny raised a brow. "She-ehn- she's good."

Caleb nodded. He was about to turned away; his featured looked as if he was lost in thought and then he paused.

"Listen," he started. "I just-Those things I said to her at the -uhm- tower, the other day,....I didn't really....I didn't mean them."

Lenny was surprised at Caleb's words, but did well to hide it. He just nodded slowly in response, unsure of what to say and questioning why Caleb was telling him this.

"I-I'm sorry," Caleb looked up at him.

Lenny smirked and said," Yeah, sure."

Caleb flashed him a shy smile before he turned and started to walk away.

"Caleb," Lenny called him.

Caleb turned to him with raised brows.

"I think you should talk to her. Let her know how you really feel," Lenny said.

Caleb gave him a confused look at first, before his face dissolved into a friendly smile. A smile the seemed to show Lenny his appreciation. A smile that looked quite familiar, as if they had know each other for a long time. Caleb finally turned and jogged away to meet up with his friends.

Lenny stood there and watched him disappear down the hall before he got into the room and shut the door behind him. As he made his way to the bathroom, In his heart, he hoped to God that Stephanie would one day see that Caleb Dickson wasn't the type of person she thought he was.

Chapter 32

"What the Bleep are you doing here?" Lance's brows furrowed in confusion as he slowly stood from his seat.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that question," Trevor hissed through his teeth as he moved his eyes from Lance to Jacques at the corner.

"Wow," Ivor said. Lance turned to him and saw Ivor looking at Trevor with lustful eyes. "Who is he?"

Trevor glanced at Bayo and Ivor who were staring at him like a piece of meat they wanted to devour, before he looked at Lance and grabbed his arm. "Come on," Trevor said. "We're leaving."

Lance yanked his arm away from Trevor's grip and scowled at him. "Are you fucking kidding me? I'm not going anywhere with you."

Trevor spun to face Lance with a look in his eye that made Lance think he was going to punch him or something. His eyes instinctively darted to the guy he had recognised from the museum early that day. The guy who was chatting with Lance. "Lance," Trevor hissed through his teeth. "Mrs Clarice put me in charge of every single male student in that hotel and to make sure no one sneaks out or does anything stupid."

"Whatever man," Lance said. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Oh my god," Ivor said in a voice laced with admiration. Lance turned to face him again and felt a little annoyed when he saw the lust in Ivor's eyes. "Your legs are gorgeous."

Bayo chuckled.

Trevor frowned at Ivor. A frown that seemed to ooze with disgust.

Lance turned back to Trevor and his eyes immediately landed on what Trevor was wearing beneath his grey sweater. "What the hell are you wearing?" Lance scowled.

Trevor looked down his legs and realised, for the first time since he left the hotel, that he was wearing nothing more than his boxers.

Shit

He looked up at a confused Lance and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Hey, hey," The bouncer from outside the club suddenly appeared from nowhere and pulled Trevor from the shoulder. "Allons. vous n'êtes pas censé être ici!"

Trevor shrugged off violently and growled. "Get the Bleep off me!"

The bouncer paused and moved close to Trevor until he was towering over him. "Je jure que dieu gamin, je vais te casser les os si tu ne pars pas," the bouncer hissed menacingly in Trevor's face. Trevor didn't understand what he had just said, but for some reason, the tone of his voice made the hairs on Trevor's neck stand.

"Trevor, you should leave," Lance said.

"I'm not going anywhere," Trevor hissed in reply to Lance with his eyes still glaring up at the huge man before him.

Lance's eyes just widened at Trevor. He could not be serious. I mean, yes, Trevor packed up a lot of stamina at a height of six feet and he packed up a lot of muscle enough for the girls to swoon over and enough for him to be on the cover of a magazine, but that bouncer looked like a freaking wrestler. He had to be far more than six feet and he definitely looked like someone who wouldn't have a problem snapping Trevor in two, even though Trevor would put up a fight.

"Dude," Lance steadied himself and hissed. "The guy just said he was going to break your bones."

Trevor spun to Lance with slightly widened eyes as he tried to hide his shock at what Lance had just said to him.

He looked back up at the muscle bound man in his dark suit and swallowed hard. Lance could see the pinch of fright in Trevor's eyes, even though he tried to hide it.

"You!..." The bouncer poked at Trevor's chest and the pointed towards the club entrance. "...go!"

"No!" Trevor shouted and inched closer to the bouncer.

"Trevor," Lance protested as he hurried over and stood between them. He gave the bouncer a nervous smile before turning to Trevor. "What the hell?"

"What?" Trevor looked down from the bouncer and faced lance.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Lance hissed. "This guy will kill you. You need to go. Now."

Trevor's eyes stayed on Lance's before he turned and looked over at Jacques who was still on his feet and Bayo along with Ivor, still sat there, watching in a hidden amusement. Trevor looked back at Lance. He searched Lance's eyes for some seconds and said, "Fine."

Lance heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'll leave, " Trevor said. He looked over at Jacques and then back at Lance. "..but you're coming with me."

Lance spun to Trevor with wide eyes. "Wha-what?!"

Trevor reached over and grabbed Lance's arm with immense force. "Come on," he growled as he pulled Lance away. Lance tried very hard to pull away, but even he was no match for Trevor's strength. Trevor was just too strong. He couldn't believe he used to survive punches from this guy.

"Hey!" Lance could hear Jacques yell from behind, before he felt his equally strong arms on his shoulder. "Stop."

Lance and Trevor wheeled to face him. "Bleep off," Trevor growled and then turned away to leave, but he noticed Lance didn't move when he pulled. He turned back again and saw Jacques right hand over Lance's shoulders.

"He doesn't want to leave with you," Jacques spoke with a voice that suddenly made Lance uneasy. Lance turned to him and saw the way he was glaring at Trevor, and he suddenly felt getting on this guy's nerves is something Trevor would not want to do. Jacques didn't look angry. He just looked calm, but terrifying.

Trevor paused, narrowed his eyes at Jacques, before he walked towards him and stopped right at the tip of his nose. "Yes. He. Is." Trevor separated his words with a menacing hiss.

Jacques didn't look the least bit intimidated by Trevor. After Trevor's utterance, he smirked, blinked away from him and his eyes landed on Lance on the corner. "Do you want to go with him?" Jacques asked.

"No."

Trevor spun to Lance in what looked like shock. It was as if Lance's answer had stabbed him in the back. Lance immediately noticed Trevor's blue eyes soften when they landed on him; a flash of hurt in Trevor's eyes that disappeared as fast as it came.

"Well...," Jacques said as he pulled Lance away from Trevor gently. "I guess that settles it then."

"What's going on?" Elena's voice made everyone turn to see her and Michael coming over; the both of them eyeing Trevor with curiosity.

"Nothing," Jacques smiled at them before he turned back to Trevor with the smile still on his face. "He was just leaving."

Trevor didn't know why, but he felt his fists clench beside him and a wave of heat course through his body when he watched Jacques smirking at him, or was it because he had his arms over Lance's shoulder?

Trevor looked up to the ceiling, closed his eyes and exhaled. He tried very hard to hold it all in. He was not going to loose it. Not tonight, not in this club and not infront of the jackass with his arms over Lance's shoulder. No. But either way, Lance was going back to the hotel with him. whether they liked it, or not. Trevor brought his head down, opened his eyes and gave Jacques as deathly glare before he walked over, threw Jacques' arms off Lance's shoulder and yanked Lance away from him.

"Hey!" Lance protested. "What are you-"

"Shut up!" Trevor roared as he pulled Lance along.

Trevor felt Jacques grab the back of his sweater hard and also heard him growl. "Get your hands off-."

But Jacques was gravely interrupted when Trevor spun and swung at his face, knocking him out with a heavy punch that sent Jacques falling to the floor.

Elena's sharp scream filled the air and complicated Lance's confusion and shock at what had just happened.

"Hey!" Michael roared in rage .

"Are you mental!?" Bayo screamed as he shot up from his seat, leaving a startled Ivor on the table.

Both boys charged at Trevor like angry lions. Michael knocked Trevor to the ground with a punch and the moment he landed, Bayo jammed his sneakers into Trevor's belly.

Jesus.

"Jacques, are you okay?" Elena's voice made Lance turn to face Jacques laying on the ground behind him. She and Ivor were all over him now, trying to help. Lance walked over and crouched down along with them. He held Jacques face up and noticed the blood sipping from his nose.

"Get some ice," Lance kept his eyes on Jacques but told Ivor. "Now."

"Okay," Ivor replied, before he quickly hurried over and dug into the ice bucket at the middle of thier table, pulled out three cubes of ice, wrapped them with a handkerchief and raised it to Lance. "Here," he said.

Lance took the ice from Ivor and pressed it against Jacques' bleeding nose. "It's okay," Lance assured Jacques as he placed on hand on his chest. "You're okay."

"Are you sure he won't need to go to the hospital?" Elena asked in a voice laced with worry.

"No. He'll be fine."

Trevor's screamed made everyone wheel just in time to see Bayo kick him in the belly again.

"You fucking bastard!" Michael roared. "Who do you think you are?"

Lance felt his heart drop when he saw Trevor writhing on the floor. He was in excruciating pain and he was bleeding from his lips and his nose. These guys weren't high school pretty boys, they were college boys, and after what Trevor had just done, they were probably going to beat him to a coma because for all Lance knew, Jacques and these guys could most likely be in a fraternity of some kind. A brotherhood.

When Lance saw Bayo kick him again, he couldn't hold it any longer. "Okay Stop!" Lance shouted.

Bayo froze and spun to Lance while Michael still glared down at Trevor with his chest moving up and down as he was breathing heavily. Lance handed the ice to Ivor and told him to keep pressure on Jacques wound before he stood up and walked over to Bayo and Michael.

"I'm sorry. It's okay," he said as he raised his hands to calm them down. "I'll take it from here."

Bayo and Michael moved thier eyes from Lance and then stared down at Trevor in disgust, before they walked away.

Lance then reached down, observed Trevor's bleeding nose and burst lips.

"He has to go," the bouncer said to Lance in a cold voice. Lance looked up at him and them back down to Trevor whose face was in a tight grimace of pain. There was no way Trevor could make it back to the hotel on his own in this state. Lance looked back at Jacques and was happy to see that he was on his feet now with his friend all around him and the ice still pressed to his Jose. He looked back at Trevor and then helped him to his feet.

Lance pulled Trevor from the floor, wrapped his arms round his back and put his arms over his shoulder. He spun to Jacques and his friends with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry for everything guys," Lance said. "I really am."

"No, no," Jacques said. "It's okay. It's nothing. It wasn't your fault."

"Sorry about your friend, Lance." Elena said before she turned and glared at Michael and then get expression softened again when she turned to Lance. "He looks really hurt. You should get him to a hospital."

Lance glanced at Bayo and Michael and was a bit amused at the guilt in thier faces.

"Yeah," Jacques said. "Do you need a taxi?"

"Bleep you," Trevor spat as he pushed himself off Lance and staggered away. "I've got my own Taxi waiting outside."

Trevor then turned and walked away, leaving Lance. Lance turned and glanced at Jacques.

"You should go with him. I'll be fine." Jacques gave Lance a smile that warmed his heart.

Lance gave a curt nod and walked away with the bouncer right behind him. He got out of the club and suddenly realised how warm it was in there. The chilly night air slapped him on the face so hard.

He stepped out on the side walk and looked to the right in time to see Trevor getting into a black taxi. Lance hurried over and sat down in the back seat. Trevor turned and froze for a second when he saw Lance get into the car, then he turned and faced his window.

The driver turned an opened his mouth to speak, but then stopped and widened his eyes when he saw Trevor's face. "Oh my god," the bearded man gasped. "Are you okay?"

"Just take us back to the hotel, please." Trevor said without even looking at the man, or Lance for that matter. His eyes were still fixed outside his window.

"Okay."

The car engine roared to life as they pulled out of the side and into the main road. Trevor and Lance never spoke a word to each other until the car parked itself right outside their hotel.

Chapter 33

Lisa darted her eyes to every corner of the hall way, before she started to move. She had asked Trevor his room number and he had texted it to her. She figured it would be better for her to go over to his room in the male wing, than for him to come over to that of the females. Mrs Clarice would spot him in a minute.

Lisa tightened her pink red robe and made her way down the hallway of the male wing. Her eyes studied every door she passed by.

"Room thirty-two, room thirty-two, room thirty-two," she kept whispering to herself as her eyes moved from one door to the next. She thought to call Trevor if she had problems finding his room, but that shouldn't be hard. She exhaled with relief when her eyes finally landed on the door with the numbers "thirty-two" pinned down in silver.

She likes her lips, swallowed hard and fixed her hair. She was about to have sex with her boyfriend.

She tapped at the door in three quick knocks and waited. After the knocks, she had suddenly felt her heart beat quicken. After a few seconds, she realised there wasn't a reply and then she decided to knock again.

When her second round of knock were met with no reply, Lisa thought maybe she would need to call him after all. She reached for the pouch on the side of her robe and realised it was empty.

Lisa threw her head back in frustration. "Shit," she hissed. She had left her phone back in her room.

She raised her hands to her waist and stared at Trevor's room door in frustration, before she raised her knuckles and tapped at the door again; a lot louder than before. When there wasn't an answer, Lisa tapped the door again and tried very hard jot to scream name. "Trevor," she said before she spun back and darted her eyes from one door in the hallway, to the other.

"Trevor," she called quietly. "Are you in there?"

No response.

Lisa looked down at the door knob and instinctively twisted it. She twisted and pushed, and then the door opened. She glanced back to see if anyone was watching her, before she pushed the door further, walked into the room and closed it quietly behind her.

With her back pressed against the door, her eyes scanned the room carefully. "Trevor?"

She moved away from the door and froze when she heard the noise coming from the door at the corner. She immediately recognised the sound of water jetting out of the shower. She then smiled at the realisation.

Trevor was in the bathroom.

She tiptoed to the bathroom door in excitement and held the knob. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him whistling in the there. She wanted to surprise him by joining him in the shower. What could possibly be hotter than steamy sex in the shower. She was about to twist the knob when she froze. An idea had just popped into her head.

She spun and looked back at the well laid bed. She did care which was Trevor's or which was Caleb's, she just wanted to get fvcked tonight. Lisa looked back at the bathroom door and bit her lip seductively before she moved away. She figured it would be better to surprise him when hour was done, so she moved towards the closest bed and undid her robe.

Lisa's silky robe dropped to the floor, exposing her completely naked body. She felt a chill and shivered alittle when the cold air hit her. She letterhead robe on the floor and climbed up to the bed. She smiled when she imagined the face Trevor would pull if he saw her naked and wanting on a bed before him. She cleared the space on which she laid of wrinkles, using her hands to smoothen the fabric of the bed sheets before she finally laid on her side with her head resting upon her palms and her other hand on her left side.

Her heart began to race and she honestly didn't know why. It's not like she was having sex with him for the he first time. Her heart beat raced when she began to imagine Trevor towering over her body with his blue eyes searching her soul. Her nipples became erect as she imagined Trevor's rough and rugged arms all over her. She started to rub her thighs; moving her arms down to the middle of her legs.

It wouldn't hurt to prepare herself for what was about to happen, would it?

He fingers found thier way to middle and we're about to dive in when she froze. The sound of water hitting the concrete tiles had stopped. Everywhere was quiet now.

He's coming out.

Lisa quick positioned herself in the most sexuality provocative manner she though possible. She looked up at the lights and thought for a second, before she stretched and flicked the switch to turn it off.

It was always better in the dark, but if he chose to turn on the lights, no problem.

Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open and the lights from the bathroom poured out to the room floor. A male silhouette appeared from behind the door; still whistling.

"Hey baby," Lisa's said seductively.

The figure infront off the bathroom froze at the sound of her voice. "He-Hello?" an unfamiliar male voice uttered.

Lisa register the unfamiliarity of the voice, but chose to ignore it. She got up from the bed and stood there.

"Who's there," the boys asked. It was scary how dark these hotel rooms could be when they weren't illuminated.

"Why don't you come closer and find out," Lisa said.

Lenny suddenly reached for the switch at the side of the bathroom door and flicked it on and then a suddenly blinding brightness flooded the entire room. Lenny's eyes landed on Lisa's naked body, just as her eyes landed on him.

"Holy Shit!" Lenny screamed and fell back to the door in shock.

"Oh my fvcking god!" Lisa screamed louder and back the bed.

Lenny tried to gain composure of himself, but everything was made worse when his towel immediately dropped from his waist.

"Shit!"

Lisa's wide eyes travelled down his body and stopped in between his legs and her eyes widened the best more.

"Jesus!"

Lenny looked down at his enormous erection and looked back at Lisa who was looking at him with disgust written all over her features.

"You fvcking pervert!" She screamed as she crossed her hands over her breast and her groin to cover her unclothedness, while she hurried over to garb her robe from the floor.

Lenny pressed his hands in between his legs to cover his erection. "I-I'm so sorry!" He stuttered. "I didn't -."

"Shut up!" Lisa spat and cut him off as she pulled on her robe to cover her unclothedness whole backing away from him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry," Lenny kept saying as he manoeuvred his way towards the door with his hands still pressed to his crouch and his back pressed against the wall. He avoided Lisa as if she had a deadly flesh eating virus.

Lisa picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out! She roared. "Get the Bleep out!"

Lenny picked up his towel with one and spread it against his body. "Okay, Okay," he said. "I'm leaving. I'm leaving." He got to the door and paused, looked back at her said, " Honesty, i'm really sorry, I didn't-."

"Get out!" Lisa screamed again and Lenny quickly disappeared.

She fell to a seat on the bed. The entire situation started to reel in her head. Her rage and confusion had made her oblivious to who she was looking at a moment ago, but now that she seemed calm, she realised she new that face. She saw it all the time during Trevor's soccer practice and even cheerleading practice sometimes.

That was Lenny, the school teams water boy.

"Oh Crap," Lisa groaned as she massaged her temple. This was a nightmare. The school's water boy had just seen her naked. She had also seen him naked too, but still.

Lisa sat there for two minutes, unsure of who to be mad at, Trevor or that...that pervert. Lenny's erection flashes in her head and then she got up, shook it all away, tightened her rob and walked out of the room, not even caring enough to shut the door behind her. She felt a swirl of nausea in her belly. She could swear she was about to throw up.

This was, without a doubt, the most embarrassing moment in Lisa Watson's life.

Chapter 34

When the car stopped right infront of the hotel, Trevor immediately stretched out a note towards the driver and then turned and left the car before the driver could even thank him. Lance got out of the car and hurried quickly behind.

"Hey,"Lance called as they got into the lobby. "Trevor, wait."

Trevor stopped and lazily spun to face Lance who was actually a bit surprised that Trevor listened to him.

Lance studied Trevor's face. His nose and lips were still bleeding and there was a bruise on his left cheek now. It was intriguing, however, that all these did nothing to spoil Trevor's perfect features. The guy was just angelic.

Lance walked up to him and looked into his blue eyes. It was surprising he didn't look angry; not to Lance anyway.

"What?" Trevor's question seemed to pull Lance out from the trance he was in while staring at Trevor's eyes.

"We need to look at your wounds," Lance said as he walked passed him and headed straight for receptionist at the counter. When she saw Lance approaching, she looked up from the computer monitor before her and smiled politely.

"Excusez-moi," Lance said as he forced on a smile of his own. "Où puis-je obtenir une trousse de premiers soins?"

She stood up and looked at Lance with curiosity; the smile still on her face. She opened her out to reply and then frozen when her eyes landed Trevor who was coming towards them.

"Oh mon Dieu," she gasped, before she turned her wide eyes to Lance. "Qu'est-il arrivé?"

Lance gave her and impatient smile. "Long story," he said. "La trousse de secours, s'il vous plaît."

"Okay," the lady said as she hurried to the back with her eyes still on Trevor. She pulled out a red metallic box and hurried over to Lance before opening it.

"Tu veux que je-"

"No," Lance said as he stopped her, closed the box and took it from her. "I'll take care of it. Merci."

Lance turned to Trevor and nodded for him to follow him as he started to move away from the counter. "Come on," Lance said.

Lance made his way down the hall leading to the male toilet and Trevor followed him like a lost puppy. Lance glanced back at him occasionally and found him looking down to the floor, like a child who was about to get a beating from his parents.

Lance pushed the Rest-room door open and walked in. He set the kit on a sink, washed his hands at the tap and opened up the box. He froze when he realised Trevor wasn't beside him so he glanced at the door and saw Trevor standing there. He looked like he would burst in flames if he walked into the rest room.

"Are you coming in or not?" Lance asked in confusion.

"What are we doing here?" Trevor asked in uncertainty. He looked at Lance as if he wasn't sure what he was anymore. His eyes were without trust.

Lance furrowed his brows before he shrugged. "To look at your wounds."

Trevor then looked down to the floor again, still unwilling to walk into the rest room. It was almost as if he was afraid of something.....or someone. The realisation hit Lance immediately and he dropped his shoulders and sighed. "Relax, dude," Lance said. "I mean, I know you're a homophobic prick."

Trevor shot his head up and looked at Lance in a surprise he did well to hide.

Lance raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not going to do anything stupid," he said. "Now could you please hurry over so we could get this over with and I can go to bed?"

Trevor kept his eyes on him for a while, before he finally walked into the rest room and stopped a few feet from Lance. Lance chuckled at his sudden apprehensive behaviour. What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he acting this way? Lance turned to pull out a brown bottle from the kit, before he cutting out some wool. He opened the bottle and soaked the wool with the liquid in it before he turned and faced Trevor who had been watching him.

"You ready?" Lance asked.

Trevor said nothing. His blue eyes moved from Lance face to the soaked wool in his hands and back to his face again. Lance inched forward to Trevor and saw Trevor stiffen immediately.

He paused and raised his brows and said," Dude, relax. I'm not gonna bite."

Trevor said nothing, but when Lance moved towards him again, he didn't move.

Lance raised the wool to his face and paused. "This may hurt alittle," he said.

Trevor said nothing with his eyes still on Lance.

First, Lance dabbed the soaked wool gently on the cut on his lower lip and felt Trevor inhale gently. He felt it sting, but he wasn't going to show it. He took it well. Lance looked up from his pink lips and into blue eyes. There was something different about them. There was something different about the way he stared at Lance. Lance began to wonder if the beating he had received at the club had reset something in his brain or something. He just couldn't tell. Lance threw the blood stained wool in the trash before cut out another one, soaked it and started to clean his bleeding nose. Lance began to feel uneasy when he realised Trevor had not taken his eyes off him ever since he started attending to his wounds. He got rid of that bloody wool and cut out another one again. He soaked it and started to dab a tiny cut that was just above his right eye brow.

"Do you like him?" Trevor's voice was calm but it still managed to startle Lance.

"What?"

"Do you like him?"

Lance opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to play the fool and ask Trevor who he was talking about, but he knew Trevor was talking about Jacques. Trevor probably knew he knew whom he was talking about also and would maybe, get pissed if he started to pretend.

Lance turned away and threw the third and last wool into the can before he closed the first aid kit and turned to Trevor. "You better have a good explanation set for Mrs Clarice when she sees your face in the morning."

Trevor said nothing. He eyes were still on Lance; his face was still blank.

Lance looked to the ground and then back up at him before he moved past him. "Night, dude," Lance said. "Don't do anything stu-."

Lance was cut off with shock when he felt Trevor's strong grip on his left arm. He spun slowly and his eyes landed on Trevor fingers wrapped around his arm, before his eyes travelled up to Trevor's face and caught his blue eyes on him.

"What are you doing?" Lance asked.

"You didn't answer my question," Trevor was looking at Lance now as if he was something he wanted. Lance could not place Trevor's expression. It looked like a mixture of anger and longing.

"Why should I?"

"Do you like the guy or not?" Trevor's voice was louder now as he inched forward towards Lance. His voice had a hint of impatience in it.

Lance looked up at him and held himself from recoiling at Trevor's sudden but quiet rage. "How the fvck is that your business?"

Trevor inhaled and Lance could see the muscles on the sides of his jaw move. His eyes suddenly became cold and blazing with a latent rage. He was angry now, no doubt.

Trevor suddenly felt Lance stiffen in his grip. "What?" Lance said. "Are you gonna punch me too?"

Trevor's face softened immediately he heard those words fall out from Lance's lips. He looked down at Lance's arm and quickly let go as if it had suddenly gotten so hot and burnt him. Then he looked at Lance and opened his mouth slightly.

"I-I just-." Trevor stuttered with a trembling voice as he backed away from Lance and looked back down to the floor before him.

What was up with this guy today? "Trevor," Lance suddenly felt concerned. "You okay?"

Trevor looked up at him through welling blue eyes. "What are you doing to me?" Trevor uttered in a trembling whisper he hoped Lance didn't hear.

"What?"

Then it happened. Before any of them knew what was going on, Trevor moved to Lance and pulled him close till thier lips were locked in a surprising kiss. The first aid kit slipped from Lance's grip and dropped to the tiled floor of the rest room with a loud clang. The deafening sound of metal hitting the concrete floor. Lance raised his hands and placed them on Trevor's shoulders to push him away, but for some reason, he couldn't. He didn't want to.

Fvck!

Their lips remained that way; just placed against each other, before Lance started to move his mouth in response to Trevor's gestures. When Trevor started to follow respond, Lance felt his heart drop to his stomach. Lance felt Trevor's tongue on his lower lip just before he started to suck on it. The entire room suddenly felt hot. Trevor and Lance were locked in a flame of desire as they stood there, sharing a passionate kiss that shocked them both. A kiss that had overwhelmed them. A kiss that had shattered the tension. A kiss that had paralysed them.

In Trevor's head, he heard voices telling him to pull away, but when he heard Lance's moan as he sucked on his lower lip, Trevor found himself reaching over and grabbing a fist full of Lance's black curls. There was a wave of electricity flowing through Trevor's body and something told him Lance felt it too. He had never ever felt anything like this before. I mean, sure, he had kissed a lot of people; a lot of girls, but this, this felt different, this felt wrong and right at the same time, but hell, Trevor didn't want to stop. There was something about Lance's groan that made him want to go further. He pulled Lance even closer to his body and drove his tongue into Lance's mouth.

Oh my god! Lance could not believe this was happening. He was in the rest room of a French hotel, making out with the hottest guy in his school. Lance thought that if he were to close his eyes right now and wake up in his room, he would pick a gun and shoot himself.

Lance suddenly found himself wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer as well.

God,his body was so hard.

Lance was wearing jeans but that didn't stop him from feeling Trevor's erection poke at his groin. Lance pulled back a little and looked down at Trevor's boxers. He had a boner the size of the empire state building. How the Bleep was that possible? Lance looked up at Trevor in confusion?

"Are-are you.....Bi?" Lance asked.

Trevor just smirked at him seductively, his eyes filled with lust and replied, "Wanna take it off?"

"Holy shit," Lance hissed, before he locked his lips with Trevor's again for another round of thier deep kiss. It surprised Lance that Trevor was actually getting an erection from just Kissing him. Trevor, the blond jock who liked girls, was getting an erection while making out with him.

What the actual fvck!?

Then, Lance felt Trevor's palms on his shoulder as they pushed him away with a force do immense, he would have fallen to the floor, hard. Lance staggered backwards and found his footing before he looked up at Trevor in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Lance asked.

Trevor said nothing. He just backed away from Lance and began pacing back and forth as he drove his fingers through his blond hair. He looked confused. He was disturbed about something.

"Trevor," Lance asked as he moved over to him and held his shoulder. "What's wro-."

"Get off me!" Trevor spat as he shrugged Lance's arms off his shoulder.

Lance jumped back and raised his hands in surrender. Trevor glared at Lance for a while with his chest heaving, moving up and down in what looked like rage. The lust in his eyes had vanished. He wasn't looking at Lance the same way anymore. That want was gone. Now, there was anger, confusion, and disgust . He walked past Lance and headed for the door. Lance watched him move away as he held himself from reaching out and pulling him back.

"Where are you going?" The question flew right out of his mouth before he could think.

Trevor paused for a moment, turned back and faced Lance. "This never happened." Trevor's voice was cold.

Lance swallowed hard as he watched Trevor turn away, pull the door open, walk out and slam it right behind him. He just stood there in the middle of the rest room and moved his eyes from the door to the first aid kit on the floor, wondering what the Bleep just happened.

Chapter 35

Trevor

"Do not talk to me," Lisa growled and looked away as soon as Trevor fell to the seat beside her in the bus. They had gotten breakfast at a nearby coffee shop and were on thier way to another one of Paris' iconic monuments. The weather today was unusually warm.

Trevor knew he was in trouble when he called Lisa that night and the morning after, but she had not picked. Every text he had sent to her was not replied. When she pushed past him and got on the bus, acting as if he was invisible, he knew for sure that she was pissed.

"Oh come on, baby," Trevor groaned. "I said I was sorry."

Lisa spun to face him with her eyes blazing with rage. "Sorry?" She growled. "Trevor, you haven't even told me where you were last night. I mean, look at you lip. I don't even know what's going on anymore."

Trevor opened his mouth to answer her, but the words couldn't thier way out of his throat. He turned away and sighed; driving his fingers through his hair.

"Where were you, Trevor?" Lisa pressed on.

He turned to face her again and felt his stomach tighten when he looked into her eyes. He could never bring himself to tell her he had gone after Lance last night and gotten his ass kicked in a night club. He sure as hell couldn't open his mouth to tell her he had made out with Lance in the rest-room of the hotel.

"Shit," Trevor hissed in his head when the scenario played back in his mind.

Lance's deep green eyes; defenceless and filled with vulnerability. The texture of his skin against Trevor's and the way his hands rubbed and searched Trevor's back. Trevor pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes tight. He didn't sleep until three in the morning.

"Trevor?" Lisa kept her expectant eyes on him.

Trevor faced her and blinked rapidly. "I-I Uhm - I went out with Caleb and the guys," he lied.

Lisa raised her brows as if telling him 'Is that so'. "And you couldn't just tell me this because?" She asked in confusion.

Trevor looked passed her and his eyes landed on the window; on the building and shops passing by, before he looked back at her again. Every time he was about to lie, it was like hold his breath before going beneath the water. "Because I didn't think you would be happy...with me," he said.

Lisa looked even more confused now as she eyed him as if she didn't know who she was talking to anymore. "What made you think I wouldn't be happy?" She asked. "I mean, is this the first time you're hanging out with-?"

"It's not that," Trevor cut her off and looked to the floor. "This isn't home okay? This isn't Kentworth. This is France and I thought if I told you I hung out with the guys without informing you, Nadia and Megan, you all would think we hung out with girls or something and truth is, it was nothing like that."

Lisa confused look then contorted into a deadly glare as she moved close to him. "We had planned to have sex, Trevor," her whisper was low and venomous.

Trevor reached for her hands and pulled them to his chest. "I know, I know," he groaned. "But you know how Bruce and Aaron are."

"You could have told them to Bleep off," Lisa hissed.

Trevor opened his mouth, closed it again and looked to the floor below him. He looked up at her again and sighed. "You know what? you're right," he said. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have left you. I should have called or something."

Trevor felt relief course through him when he saw her eyes soften.

"But hey," he said as he pointed to the tiny cut on his lip. "I payed for it anyway."

Lisa's eyes moved down to his lips before she raised her fingers and traced it. "What happened?"

"We got into a brawl at the bar," he shrugged. It was beginning to scare him how effortlessly he had lied these few minutes.

"Why."

"Because some asshole made fun of my girlfriend," the lies kept flying out of his mouth. "..and I wasn't going to take that."

Lisa looked into his eyes with uncertainty, before a smile started to tug on her lips slowly. She had swallowed it all. Bingo.

"Aww," she cooed as she moved close to him. "Baby."

The both of them locked thier lips in a kiss. Lisa lips were on his lips. The same lips that a guy had kissed last night. The same lips that Lance had kissed last night. When they both pulled away, they smiled at each other, before Lisa swung her boyfriend's arms over her shoulder and rested her head on his shoulders. As the both sat there, staring out the window of the moving bus, Trevor felt sick. The guilt in his chest felt like it was about to burst out and tear him to pieces like an alien from a bloody Scifi movie.





Lance

His chest was hurting. Why was his chest hurting? He looked away from Trevor and Lisa on the seat one seat away from him and looked out the window. He had just seen the both of them kiss and it felt like a knife, no, a spear through his heart.

His mind flew back to last night in the rest room. The sight of Trevor's swollen lips after they had kissed. The way Trevor looked at him through pale blue eyes. The sweet masculine scent of him. The roughness of his touch and.....

"Bleep," Lance hissed to himself as he hit his head twice. "Stop it."

The two young boys sitting in front of him turned back and stared at him in what looked like a mixture of confusion and fear.

Lance looked up at them. "What the Bleep are you looking at?" He barked.

The Boys suddenly spun away and faced thier business.

"Fvcking juniors."

He looked away from the and faced the window. He just couldn't deny it. Last night in that rest-room, was undoubtedly the most unforgettable ten minutes of Lance's life. He never believed he would experience anything like that in his life time. He had not slept a wink last night. He was so entranced, he hadn't even paid attention to Lenny when he was yapping on about seeing some girl naked last night. Lance didn't even care enough to remember the name he had mentioned, but he seemed really freaked out.

"Wanna take it off?" Trevor's voice boomed in Lance's thoughts and so did his lustful eyes and that smirk.

Lance looked away from the window and glanced in Trevor and Lisa's direction. At first, he thought it was infatuation, but after last night, he wasn't so sure anymore. The guy had kissed him for christ sake. There was no doubt now in his mind.

Trevor felt the same way.

Even though he had pushed him away and walked out on him, it was undeniable. Trevor felt something for him as well, but did not want to admit it. It was also intriguing to Lance because he knew for sure that Trevor was not gay like he was and him being bisexual was also questionable. This was Trevor Bowman for christ sake. The real Kentworth Prince. Like, yes, Caleb, Aaron and Bruce were the Princes too, but Trevor was the real deal. The most sort after by the girls, the holy grail in masculine perfection as far as Kentworth High school was concerned. All these thought swirled in Lance's head. Who Trevor was, how Influential he was, and how wanted he was and the thought that he had actually made out with him last night made his stomach flip with anxiety.

Lance kept his eyes on Trevor and Lisa and tried hard to keep his cool. When he heard Trevor was going on a French trip, he wasn't bothered, but then he heard Lisa and the others were going along and that was when his itch started. As luck would have it, Lance caught Lenny trying to fix in Stephanie's name for the trip. He then saw it was an opportunity to get his name down as well.

"Oh come on, man," Lenny had groaned. "I can't do that."

"Okay then," Lance had replied to him with smirk. "I guess Mrs Clarice would be interested to know you're putting down another person's name even after the list had hit the maximum that was needed."

"Oh god," Lenny slapped his palm on his for heard in frustration.

"Put my name down," Lance had ordered. "Now."

And who is to say it had not all paid off. Lance had kissed him last night and he had kissed him back. Even though everything seemed to be going well, Lance was also careful. He did not want to play games, or repeat his mistakes, so, he was going to find out once and for all. Once they got to thier destination, he was going to confront Trevor about last night and he wasn't going to give a Bleep who was going to be there or not.

Chapter 36

Stephanie and Lenny

"The cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris is a jewel of Gothic architecture and arguably one of the finest churches in Europe," Mr Aurand's voice echoed withing the enormous hall. "Built from the Middle-Ages, it has survived numerous wars and even the French revolution."

"Lenny," Stephanie's loud voice made Lenny jump, almost spilling his coke in the process. The both of them sat down on one of the pews, apparently tired from standing for a long time.

"Yeah, yeah," he said as he darted his eyes from one point to the other, before his eyes finally landed on her. "Wha-what's -ehm-what's up?"

Stephanie looked at him as if she didn't know who he was anymore. "Jesus Christ, I called you three times and you didn't even hear me," she said.

"I'm sorry, I just..sorry," Lenny stuttered.

Stephanie narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion and concern. "Lenny, are you okay?"

He looked up at her, blinking rapidly. "I'm fine," the smoothness of his words surprised him.

"You been acting strange, like, since you got on the bus this morning."

"It's nothing," he forced a fake smile. "I'm just a little tired, that's all. Didn't get enough sleep last night."

Stephanie gave him an incredulous look. "You haven't been watching porn again, have you?"

He turned to her and scowled. "Stephanie, why would that, of all things, come to your mind?"

Stephanie shrugged with a mischievous smile on her face. "Don't know. Just saying. I mean, you're a seventeen year old boy who is still a virgin. Surely you've got to ease yourself some how."

Lenny's face contorted to that of disgust as he raised his hands to tell her to stop before he turned away. "Okay, just stop. please."

Stephanie threw her head back in laughter. When she brought her head down, her eyes suddenly landed on one person in the distance.

Caleb.

He was with his friends at the far end of the enormous hall, laughing, chatting and pointing to whatever he thought looked awesome. She tried to take her eyes off him, but for some reason, she couldn't. As much as she didn't want to admit it, he looked quite good in the white t-shirt, blue jeans and blue all star sneakers he was wearing. The way he smiled down at whoever he was talking to; the way he always looked into thier eyes with keen interest. She felt sick when she remembered the last time she had spoken to him at the Eiffel tower.

She looked away from him and stared into space. "I mean, one would take one look at you and think that you're different. Think that you're cool." I is words were on reply in her head.

"But you're just...... "Sorry for bothering you."

Stephanie took her eyes back to him and swallowed hard. Maybe he was right. Maybe she's being a condescending bitch. What if he actually does like her? He eyes stayed on him for a while before doubt started to fill her mind.

"Like me? Why the hell would he like me?" She thought to herself. "He is Kentworth royalty for christ sake. He was one of the most wanted and hottest guys in school. What could he possibly want with her?"

"Apologised yet?" Lenny's voice interrupted her thoughts.

She spun to him. "What?"

"Caleb," Lenny said.

"Why would I apologise to him?" She scowled at her best friend.

Lenny kept his eyes on her as he corked his head to the side and folded his arms across his chest. "Come on Steph," he said. "I mean eve you have to admit. You were kinda rude to him at the Tower a few day ago."

Stephanie felt her stomach ache with guilt. She held herself for turning away from Lenny and looking over at Caleb again. "Why should I care?" She uttered.

Lenny deadpaned. "Really?" He said. "Sure, you're doing all this to make sure Lance doesn't get hurt and all,yet here you are."

"What are you trying to say?"

"You thought if getting close to Caleb so you could get information on thier plans with Lance, yet you can't even talk to this guy with getting mad or something," Lenny shrugged.

Stephanie opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Lenny was right. Her plan was to get close to one member of the group for info, in hopes of helping Lance, but yet, she couldn't even talk to him without words laced in rage. Or was it rage?

"Do you like him?" Lenny's question hit her like a truck.

She spun to him with slightly widened eyes. "What?"

"Do you like him?"

She kept her eyes on Lenny, hoping to see his lips widen in a smile and then he would laugh and say 'calm down, I was just kidding', but know. He looked dead serious. She quickly turned away and raised her coke to her lips and sucked on her straw. She heard Lenny sigh beside her before he turned away; knowing Stephanie, he knew she wasn't going to answer that question. Not today, not tomorrow.

Stephanie glanced towards Caleb one more time, before moving her eyes to the giant golden crucifix at the alter. All her life, she had been sure of everything. What she wanted to become, what she loved, who she was, but for some reason, she wasn't sure of an answer for Lenny's question.





Lance

He stood there with his eyes on the both of them. Trevor smiling and kissing her on the head, and Lisa resting her head on his broad shoulders.

The brochure in Lance's right hand had been squeezed to nothing more than a tiny ball without him even knowing it. He had been looking for an opportunity to get Trevor alone. He needed to speak to him. He wanted to know.

As if the universe was working in Lance's favour, he saw Trevor separating himself from the group before he walked over and spoke to one of the tour guides. When the man pointed in a certain direction, Lance was sure now that Trevor was heading for a Rest-room and he followed immediately.





Trevor

Trevor made his way down the side of the large hall and into what looked like another section of the cathedral building. He turned left just as the tour guide has instructed him and then stopped in front of two doors. He looked up and saw the indications of the Male and female toilets, and was also glad that unlike in the hotel, they had English translations beneath them. It made sense since this was a place people from all around the world came to visit.

He walked into the rest room, found a toilet and started to urinate. When he heard the toilet door slam shot, he turned and almost urinated on himself when he saw Lance.

"Dude, " he hissed. "What the Bleep?"

"We need to talk," Lance said as he moved away from the door and stopped a few inches from Trevor.

Trevor dropped his shoulders, threw his head back and sighed in exhaustion. When he was done urinating, he zipped up his jeans and turned to face Lance. He knew what this was all about, but hour just decided to act dumb. "About what?" Trevor asked.

"About last night," Lance's reply was sudden. Hour bearly waited for Trevor to finish.

"I told you," Trevor said as he began to move past Lance. "Nothing happened."

Lance blocked him immediately. "Nothing happened?" Lance asked with perplexity. "Your tongue was in my mouth, Trevor."

Trevor looked up immediately and swiftly raised his hands to cover Lance's mouth before pulling him into one of the cubicles. "What the Bleep is wrong with you?" He hissed. "Someone could hear you!"

Lance swatted his hands away from his mouth vehemently. "Well if you know nothing happened last night then why are you worried about someone hearing us?"

Trevor drove his fingers through his hair while looking confused. "Look," he said. "My head was aching like crazy last night, okay? I probably didn't know what I was doing."

Lance raised his brows. "Oh okay. So you shove your tongue down people's throats anytime you get beaten up and your head hurts?"

Trevor's eye turned cold as he glared at Lance. "Bleep you," Trevor growled as he pushed passed Lance and stormed out of the cubicle.

"Why did you follow me to the club then?" Lance called after him before he could reach the rest-room door.

Trevor froze and spun to face him. His eye blazing with rage. "I told you. Mrs Clarice put me in charge of-"

"Bullshit, Trevor," Lance cut him off. "You know that's total Bull shit."

Trevor closed his eyes and clenched his fisted beside him. He didn't know why, but he could feel rage tearing through him now.

"You and I both know why you were there," Lance said.

Trevor opened his eyes and glared at Lance.

"You can't keep lying to yourself," Lance added.

Like lightning, Trevor charged for Lance, grabbed his collar and pushed him hard, slamming him hard against the wall. He saw Lance wince in pain, but didn't care.

"Now listen to me you piece of shit," Trevor growled. "What happened last night was a mistake, you hear me? I'm in no way attracted to you, so stop dreaming. I love Lisa. I've always loved Lisa and that's not going to change. If you come up to me again, asking me stupid questions, I'll kick your ass."

Trevor pulled away from him quickly, the both of them watching each other as they backed away.

"I'm not gay," Trevor said with heavy breaths.

Lance said nothing. He just kept his eyes on Trevor and Trevor could swear Lance wanted to cry, but he wasn't sure. Lance had never looked at him that way before. His eyes seemed to scream 'Pain'.

Trevor then spun away and headed for the door. He reached for the knob and held it when Lance's voice made him freeze.

"I know," Lance's voice was low but trembling.

Trevor turned to him. "What?"

"I know you're not gay, Trevor," Lance uttered, "That's why I want to know what happened last night."

Trevor kept his eyes on him for some seconds, before he turned away and walked out the door. As he made his way towards the cathedral, he tried hard to erase the sight of Lance's watery eyes from his mind.

It was killing him.

Interesting. I just knew that kiss was bound to happen sooner or later. Thanks for the update buddy.

Wow!! thanks a lot for the lengthy and wonderful update.. God bless ya

slymer you are killing me! The ending of Chapter 34. Where Lance and Trevor kissed..... I almost screamed. The emotion you put in you work is just...... I LOVE YOU!!!

TCB19:
slymer you are killing me! The ending of Chapter 34. Where Lance and Trevor kissed..... I almost screamed. The emotion you put in you work is just...... I LOVE YOU!!!

Azzzin! Babe! I read that Kissing part TWICE. So hot!

Slymer is bae!!

SassyAndy21:


Azzzin! Babe! I read that Kissing part TWICE. So hot!

Slymer is bae!!

See them! Bad pikin dem. Bad children everywhere.

Slymer:




See them! Bad pikin dem. Bad children everywhere.

come, Slymer! Lance and Trevor MUST HAVE SEX O and you must write it in detail. Dont just joke with me becuz i'm not playing with you.

Meanwhile, drop update abeg. I'm bored