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.

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 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 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 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 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.

Sensitivity1254:
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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!

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.

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

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?"

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 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.

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 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.

Chapter 25

For those of you who don't understand French, you can just copy and paste the French sentences to Google Translate to make your reading experience better, because now, na France we dey oh!

All the students clapped and cheered when the pilot announced thier arrival as the plane coursed down the runway of Charles de Gualle airport in Paris.

The passengers all deplaned and the students made thier way into the airport as they were being ushered by thier French teacher.

As they all moved in, a man who was standing at the entrance of the building smiled as soon as his eyes landed on Mrs Clarice in the distance. The man then began to walk over to them before he opened his arms when he got close.

"Bonjour, bienvenue en France," he said cheerfully as he pulled in Mrs Clarice for a hug.

"Merci, Roger," Mrs Clarice smiled as she hugged him back.

The man pulled away and looked at the students with the smile still on his face. He looked nice. "Welcome guys," he said in a French accent. "Welcome to France."

He looked quite nice and friendly.

Some of the students just smiled while others responded with a kind, 'Thank you'.

Mrs Clarice and the man turned to face each other as they exchanged pleasantries and discussed in French.

"Damn," Caleb uttered from right beside Trevor. "Paris is really cold."

Trevor smiled at him. "Not that cold," he said. "I mean, we're still in the summer you know."

"Yeah?" Lisa added as she moved in close and held Trevor's strong arms. "Well I like the cold weather. It's the best weather for two."

Trevor looked down at her and the both of them kissed each other on the lips.

"Ugh...you two should get a room," Nadia hissed from behind them with Aaron's arm over her shoulder.

Trevor threw his head back in laughter and Lisa turned to face Nadia was a malicious smile on her face. "Jealous much?"

Mrs Clarice then called thier attention and introduced the nice man to them as Monsieur Roger Aurand. She said they went to school together and that he was a lecturer at Université de Paris.

"Who cares?" Bruce whispered in the midst of his friends.

"Yeah," Aaron followed. "Where are the French girls at?"

They all laughed.

"He's going to be our guide for the entire one week that we will be spending in Paris." Mrs Clarice announced.

Before long, they all got on a bus that was that took them from the Airport, straight to the hotel that they were going to be staying. As the bus drove by, the students inside where all glued to thier windows, admiring the outside world while some others, like Lance, didn't really give a damn.

"Wow," Lisa uttered in a childlike awe as she looked out the window at the city passing them by. "It's so beautiful."

"Paris," Nadia said fondly with her eyes fixed outside her window as she cuddled with Aaron. "The city of love."

"I'd really like to move here after college and stuff, you know," Caleb said.

Trevor turned to him with furrowed brows. "Why?" He asked. "Tired of the States already?"

Caleb shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe."

Trevor looked back out the window and wished they would arrive at the hotel soon because he really had to pee.

"This would be the perfect place for our honeymoon," Megan said in excitement as she looked from the window and glanced at Bruce beside her. "Right, Babe?"

Yeah," Bruce scoffed. "Whatever."

"Slow down, girl," Nadia coughed out a laugh. "You too haven't even made it to college together and you're already talking about a honeymoon in Paris?"

They all laughed. Trevor threw his head back in laughter and looked down at Lisa who was just smiling at him.

"What?"

"I don't know," she said, as she looked down at her hands and back to his eyes. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" He reached up and pulled a strand of her black her behind her ears.

"Are we still going to be together? you know, when we get to college?" She asked with hesitation.

Trevor opened his mouth to speak, but paused. He studied Lisa's eyes for a while and felt a knot tighten in his stomach.

"Of course," the words flew out of his mouth.

A smile grew on Lisa's face as she stared at him. "Really?"

Trevor reached down and traced his fingers on the side of her face. "Yes," he said softly. "Really." They both closed in for a kiss afterwards.

When they pulled away, Lisa rested her head on Trevor's shoulders as he wrapped his left around her. As they both looked outside the bus, Trevor didn't know why, but he felt as if he had just lied to his girlfriend.





Stephanie and Lenny

"Hey look," Lenny said in amazement as he raised his Phone to capture the structure that was hundreds of miles away from his window. "It's the Eiffel tower."

He turned to face Stephanie, but sighed when he saw her looking back at Trevor and his crew at the back of the bus with disgust on her face.


"Why don't you just satisfy yourself by going back there and shooting them all in the head," Lenny said with a fake smile.

"Too bad I don't have a gun," Stephanie replied with a frown as she finally turned away from them. "That would have been fun."

Lenny chuckled and took his attention back to the world outside his window with his phone still up and recording.

She came close to Lenny. "You won't believe Caleb came over and sat with me in the plane," she hissed.

"..because Trevor needed to snuggle up a little with his girlfriend," Lenny shrugged. "So?"

"You saw us?"

"Of course I did," Lenny coughed out a laugh. "I was laughing my ass off when I saw the both of you seating next to each other. That was fun."

Stephanie shot him a hard glare before she raised her novel to her face again. "No it wasn't."

Lenny dropped his phone and turned to her. "Wait a minute," he began. "Why are you here?"

She turned to him. "Huh?"

"Paris. Why did you come to Paris?"

"You know why," she shrugged. "Something fishy is going on between Trevor, Lance and Trevor's friends and I want to find out in time to warn Lance. That's all."

"Exactly," Lenny nodded his head. "...and how are you going to do that when you are not eve part of thier group? How are you going to get all the info?"

Stephanie paused and furrowed her brows in thought.

Caleb Dickson. He was the only way in. He was her passport to all this. she had figured it a while ago that he was the one she was going to use, but she thought it would be hard since the jack as was really annoying. She remembered trying to apologise to him even, but he was being an asshole as usual, but on the plane, he actually wanted to start a conversation with. He gave her the green light. Stephanie faced Lenny with a smile.

Lenny gave her a proud smile too before he faced his window again.




Trevor

The bus finally slowed to a stop infront of a large five story building that looked quite old, but well maintained. The was a banner on the top of the ground floor that read 'Hotel du Regent'

"Doesn't look expensive," Lisa said to Trevor.

"Welcome to Le Regent Montmartre," Mr Aurand announced as he ushered them in. The reception was simple. Large lamps hanging from the ceiling and large vases of flowers at every corner. A pretty receptionist emerged from the large blue country and smile at them.

"Bonjour," she said. Her voice was so sweet. "Comment puis-je vous aider?"


"Bonjour," Mrs Clarice and Mr Aurand replied in unison.

"Pouvons-nous avoir les chambres de l'auberge s'il vous plaît?" Mrs Clarice said as she walked over to the counter.

Trevor turned away from the Mrs Clarice and face Lisa beside him. "We are definitely staying in a room together."

Lisa gave him a shy smile. "Okay then."

Trevor suddenly remembered he was pressed and walked over to ask a lady who was mopping the floor for the toilet.

The woman looked a up at him and pointed down a hall. "Au bout du couloir, première porte à gauche," she said with a kind smile.

Trevor suddenly wished he paid attention in French class. He walked over in the direction the woman had pointed and stopped. He was at a drag end. There was no sign of a toilet or even a door for that matter.

"Oh shit," he cussed under his breath as he brought his hands down and grabbed his crouch. He could swear his bladder was about to burst. He

"Oh God, Oh God,Oh God," he kept groaning as he held the space between his legs and danced around as if someone had hit him on his penis.

"Au bout du couloir, première porte à gauche," A familiar voice repeated what the cleaner had told him earlier. Trevor spun and saw Lance smiling at him mischievously.

"What?" Trevor's voice was hard and harsh. He was in no mood for Lance's nonsense at the moment. His bladder was about to explode.

"Down the hall," Lance said, before he raised his hands and pointed to the left side of the hall. "..first door on the left."

Trevor followed Lance's pointing fingers with his eyes and landed on another small hallway. He went in and saw two doors. One with the inscription 'Toilettes pour femme' on it. He reached for the door knob and was about to go in.

Lance started to laugh and Trevor froze. "What?" Trevor growled.

"That's the female toilet, bro."

Trevor turned to the side and noticed another door with the inscription 'toilette masculine' on it. Trevor reached for the knob and pushed the door open. He darted straight for one of the wall toilets, unzipped, pulled his member out and began to urinate. Trevor didn't even know when he closed his eyes as he eased himself.

He heard the door slam shut gentle, before he turned and saw Lance standing there with his eyes on him as he shook his head with a smirk on his face. He just knew the asshole was probably calling him a Dumbass in his mind.

DivineSpecial:
Slymer I Love you thanks for the update

Love you too honey

Chapter 24


Lance

An hour into the flight, Lance began to feel a wave of regret rise within him. Why the hell did he decide to come on this trip anyway? It was unlike him. The plane would bounce alittle when it hit a slight turbulence and Lance would bury himself further into his seat and further tighten his already tightened grip on the arm of his seat. He had worn his ear phones to make him feel more at ease, but when the plane started jerking at a point, he pulled them off.

"Are you okay?" Lance heard Lenny ask, before he turned and caught his curious and concerned eyes on him.

Lance looked away immediately. "I'm fine."

"You sure? You don't look so good," Lenny went on. "You're sweating real bad."

Lance looked down at his chest and realised Lenny was right. He didn't even notice how much he was sweating. The top of his shirt was already soaked and probably his back as well. Beads of start had somehow materialised on his arms and head.

"Shit."

"You're nervous about flying, huh?" Lenny said.

Lance looked up and felt slightly annoyed when he saw Lenny trying to hide his amusement at his predicament.

"Mind your fucking business," Lance glared at him and hissed.

Lenny's smile disappeared in an instant as he sank back into his seat.

Lance picked up his earphones and put them back in his ears. He picked up his phone and scrolled through his play list, looking for the most relaxing piece of music he could find. He stopped when he saw 'If you're not the one' by Daniel Bedingfield and immediately tapped the screen. As soon as the song started, Lance closed his eyes and felt the entire world disappear. He felt the entire world melt around him. Nothing else mattered anymore, no one else existed. Just he and Daniel. Lance allowed his mind to drift. He allowed his senses to be led by Daniel's remarkable voice, into a different dimension. A dimension he had always wished he could stay in forever.

'I don't wanna run away, but I can take I don't understand.'

Lance, still with his eyes closed, held himself from singing along to the heart warming chorus.

'If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell that I am?'

Lance heard that line and suddenly, just one person came to his mind.

Trevor.

Lance slowly opened his eyes with his head still relaxed on his seat. He turned to his side and saw Lenny concentrating on a game he was playing on his phone. Without think twice, Lance spun quickly and glanced in Trevor's direction, as if to check of he was still on the plane. He had to be careful so Trevor wouldn't catch him staring, but he was somewhat disappointed when he realised Trevor was concentrating on someone else. Lance saw Trevor smirking at someone on the opposite side of the aisle. His eyes looked seductive. When Lance followed his gaze, he felt the blood in his veins boil when his eyes landed on an equally smiling Lisa. Trevor and Lisa where flirting with each other and for reason, it mad Lance furious. He did a good job of holding it down though. Lance spun back to face the seat before him and exhaled. He had noticed his breathing had turned heavy and the taste of his mouth was bitter. He was clearly seething.

Lenny stretched a hand full of gummy bears candy to Lance's view. "Gummy bears?"

Without even glancing at him, Lance lifted his right hand and vehemently waved Lenny's palm out of his view, causing the candies to be thrown into the air, scattering them all over the floor.

"Hey," Lenny protested with a scowl as he recoiled in shock, but Lance didn't even look at him. With the music still playing to his ears, Lance took his eyes off the back of the chair before him and gazed out the window at the clouds floating by.





Trevor

Trevor turned to Caleb who was looking about his window. "Hey,Dude," Trevor's voice was almost a whisper.

Caleb spun to face him. "Sup?"

"Do me a favour," Trevor said. "Exchange seats with Lisa, please."

Caleb's mouth fell open slightly. He didn't know what to say. He glanced in Lisa direction and then back at Trevor's pleading blue eyes. He had seen them flirting with each other for almost twenty minutes now and he knew something like this would probably happen.

"Wha-what about her?" Caleb nodded in the direction of Lisa's seat.

"Who?"

"Stephanie."

Trevor glanced at Lisa's seat and back to his friend. "What about her?" Trevor asked in confusion.

Caleb deadpaned. "Dude, she hates me."

"How do you know that?"

Caleb opened his mouth, but when nothing came out, he closed it back and dropped his shoulders in defeat. Trevor felt a smile tug on his lips. It was weird, but he found this attribute about Caleb quite adorable. That childlike innocence that Caleb had when it came to girls. He didn't have a girl friend, not because he didn't want one, but because he didn't feel confident enough to get one. Caleb was very different from Aaron and Bruce and that must have been the reason why Trevor trusted him quite well. Not that he didn't trust the others though, but Caleb was closer to his heart.

Trevor took kept his eyes on Caleb's furrowed brows and held his amusement. Girls would never believe that someone as handsome and charming as Caleb Dickson tended to be shy around the opposite sex. If Stephanie knew Caleb the way Trevor did, she would be crazy not to snatch him up in a heart beat. But hey, if you move with the bad apples, you are also seen as a bad apple, like it of not, right?

"Well," Trevor shrugged. "Don't you like her?"

Caleb frowned at Trevor, but even the frown could not hide the fact that he was taken unawares by that question. "Wha-what do you- I don't k.ow what you are talking about."

Trevor gave his friend a kind smile.

"Stop smiling," Caleb shook his head as he himself tried to hold down a laugh. "It's not funny."


"Come on man," Trevor begged. "Do this for a brother."

"You're not my brother," Caleb said with mischievous smirk.

"Please," Trevor said.

Caleb exhaled and looked over in Lisa's direction. He thought for a while before he raised his shoulders and sighed. "Fine."

Trevor grabbed his head, pulled him close and kissed his cheeks.

"Eww, dude," Caleb groaned a protest.

"Thanks a lot man," Trevor said as he patted Caleb's shoulders. "You're the best."

Caleb got to his feet and started to move past Trevor. "Whatever, Caleb said, then he faced Trevor and warned. "But of Mrs Clarice finds out, you're on your own."

"Yeah, yeah," Trevor uttered as he ushered him away without even giving a damn what he was saying. "Whatever."

Caleb made his way to Lisa's seat, while Lisa kept a malicious smile as she moved in the opposite direction.

Caleb stopped half way and looked at Lisa. "Just don't have sex on my seat, and we're good."

"Eww," Lisa uttered as she punched his shoulders and kept moving.

"Ouch." Caleb replied and kept moving as well. He got to the seat and froze when he saw Stephanie. She had her head buried in a novel she was reading. He studied her for a while. The crease on her face as she eyes moved from left to right. Caleb thought it was cute. He thought of calling her attention with a 'Hello', but then he remembered his history with her and suddenly thought against.

Caleb dropped to Lisa's seat and sighed, hoping to get Stephanie's attention, but she didn't eve move. He was sure wasn't even aware of the exchange that had been made. Caleb sat there, unsure of what to do. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans covered laps. His palms were sweating. Why were his palms sweating?

Caleb's heart skipped a beat when he heard Stephanie sigh before she dropped her book. He turned and saw her adjust her glasses and yawn.

"She's going to turn and see me," Caleb thought as a knot tightened in his stomach. "Shit, shit, shit."

Stephanie turned to her left and her eyes immediately landed on Caleb who had a smile on his face.

"What's up?" Caleb uttered.

Stephanie's eyes widened, before she turned and looked in the direction of Trevor's seat and saw Trevor and Lisa cuddled together and kissing. She turned back and faced Caleb.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said.

Caleb chose to ignore her reaction, before he looked down at the book on her laps. "What are you reading?"

Stephanie did not reply. She just picked up her novel and held it to her face to continue reading.

"What's the book about?"

"Please stop talking to me," Stephanie bearly allowed him finish his question before she replied with her eyes still planted on her novel.

Caleb chuckled. "I don't get it," he said. Why so rude?"

Stephanie dropped her book and glared at him. "Because I don't like you."

"You don't like me?" Caleb kept the smile on his face and trying very hard to hide his nervousness. Besides, the smile seemed to piss her off and he liked it. "I didn't ask you for sex, I just asked what you were reading."

Stephanie's eyes narrowed at him as rage coursed through her. She raised her book to her face again before turning away from him.

There was silence for some minutes before Caleb turned to her and asked again. "So are you going to tell me what the book is about or not?"

Stephanie slammed the book on her laps and spun to Caleb with rage in her eyes. "If you talk to me again, i'll let Mrs Clarice know that someone has decided to jump his seat number," she spat. "Find some other girl to shag and use for your French trip."

Stephanie saw a flash of something in Caleb's eyes. She wasn't sure, but she could swear Caleb was hurt by her remark. But then, that mischievous smile came back on his face again and she turned away.

Caleb looked away from her and faced forward. He tried to hide it, but he couldn't. He felt hurt by what she had just said. He could she possibly think that he wanted to use her. He felt like he should be made at her for thinking about him that way, but that was the thing. He just couldn't get mad at her for some reason, no matter what she told him.

Caleb turned and glanced at the red haired girl beside him. Her head was buried in the book once more. She hates him so much. She thought he was the devil, but for Caleb, the feeling was certainly not mutual.

Chapter 23


"Ladies and Gentlemen, flight 197 bound for Paris will be boarding in ten minutes," the ladies voice from the intercoms echoed all over the waiting hall of the airport.

"Sure," Nadia rolled her eyes. "Why not add ten more minutes to the one hour we've been waiting here."

"We just came too early, I guess," Caleb shrugged in response.

Trevor sat there with his arms around Lisa's shoulders along with everyone waiting for thier flight. He took a moment to observe his vicinity. The excitement on the faces of the students could not be hidden. He turned away and noticed a little boy playing with a superman action figure. The boy caught Trevor's eye on him and smiled as his face turned red. He was really shy and very adorable. Trevor smiled back at him and watched as he ran back and crashed on his mother's lap. Trevor looked up to the other corner and caught the eyed of three girls on him. Two of them looked away immediately, but one of them, who really looked slutty, still had her eyes on him with a smirk pulling on her lips slowly.

"Why did it take you so long to get here anyway?" Lisa looked up from her phone and asked.

Trevor turned and faced her with a smile on his face, knowing she was just pulling his attention from the flirtatious girls. "I'm here, aren't I?" He replied as he pulled her close and kissed her head.

A few hours ago, all the students had met at the school premises where the list was called out and everyone got on the school bus. Well, everyone except Trevor who had to be driven to the airport by his mother all because he woke up late.

"Holy shit!" Trevor had yelled when saw the time on his bedside alarm clock read . He didn't even take a shower, he just hurried up and put on some clothes. The fight was supposed to leave by 9:00PM that evening, and Trevor had fallen asleep right after soccer practice that same day, forgetting he was meant to go back at about four-thirty to get on the school bus to the airport. He had picked up his phone and felt his stomach drop when he saw nine missed called and thirteen messages.

Lisa: Where R U

Caleb: Dude, are you serious right now?

Nadia: Yo! TREEEVVVVOOOORR!

Lisa: I hope the only reason U have for missing this bus is that you're dead, Cuz if not, I'LL KILL U MYSELF!

Megan: Hey Trevor, R U OK?

Lisa: Why aren't you picking up! for God Sake Trevor!

Caleb: Pick up your damned phone, man!


"Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! fuuuuuck!" He kept exclaiming as he danced around his room while trying to pull up his black jeans to his waist. He thanked God he had already packed up his luggage the previous night, and to think he did not want to, but his mother persuaded him. He started to think hard. He started to figure out a way to get to the airport in less than an hour. His mom wasn't home and she had taken his car to work, today of all days because hers was with the mechanic.

"Oh God," he ran his hands through his blond hair. "I'm bleeped."

He opened his phone and checked his Uber app, but he hesitated when he realised the nearest Uber could be miles away. This was Suburbia. Then, like the sound of angels from heaven, Trevor heard his mother's car roar into the drive way. He dragged his luggage and ran out of the house. His mother had bearly left the car when she saw her son.

"Trevor?" She looked slightly surprised. "You're still here? I thought-"

"No time to think mum," he said as he opened the back door of the car and threw his bags in the back seats without even glancing at his mum for approval. "We've got to go..like now."

"Wha-what are you..," Mrs Bowman kept spinning about in confusion. "Go where?"

"The airport mummy!" Trevor yelled as he opened and passenger door and dropped to the seat. "The airport! come on! let's go! let's go!"

"Okay Okay!" She said as she sat back in and pulled out the drive way. Thank God she had not switched of the engine. As they drove, Trevor looked agitated. He kept kept hitting the dashboard and saying "Hurry mum! Hurry!"

He felt his phone buzz in his pocket before he pulled it out and looked into it.

Caleb: Dude, what's up with you. You're scaring everyone.

He then typed a quick response.

Trevor: Chill. OMW!

At a point, he even told his mother to drive faster.

"I'm on a Ninety for God Sake," she replied as she darted her eyes between her son and the road. "How much faster do you want me to go?""

Trevor barely allowed her finish before he replied bluntly. "One -eighty?"

Mrs Bowman scoffed in response. "You're crazy."

They eventually got to the airport on time and Trevor saw Caleb and Lisa at the parking lot. He and his mum said their good byes and kisses and she told him to call her when he lands. She wanted to stay with him till he boarded, but he insisted she go home and rest. She was coming from work after all.

Caleb hurried over and held his shoulder before he helped him with his luggage while Lisa just stood there waiting for him to come over. She did not look happy.

"You scared the shit out of us man," Caleb said.

"Practice got the best of me."

Trevor walked over to Lisa with his arms open for a hug.

"Ba....Ouch!" He exclaimed as he held his chest after she reached out and punched him hard. He scowled up at her as he rubbed his chest.

"That's hurt."

"Good," she said, before she turned and walked into the building.

"Ladies and Gentlemen men, Paris flight 197 is now boarding, I repeat, Paris flight 197...now boarding," the female voice on the intercoms pulled Trevor back to reality. He looked round and saw all the students standing up from thier seats. Some of them who were as sleep were being tapped awake.

"Finally," Aaron said, as he stood and stretched his arms.

"Yeah," Bruce added. "My ass was killing me."

"Okay guys," Mrs Clarice hurried over with a flight attendant and ushered them. "This way please. This way."

The students began to follow the teacher as if they were zombies. There were so tired, they practically dragged themselves all the way.

Trevor grabbed both his box and Lisa's and started to move. He then paused when he felt as though he was forgetting something, or someone.

"Baby," Lisa called to him. He looked up and caught her concerned gaze as she stopped. "Are you okay?"

He raised his hand and waved with a smile to signal he was fine before he shook the feeling and kept moving.

The students all board the plane and got thier seats. Trevor was seating with Caleb, while Lisa was with the paranoid ref haired girl. The girl Caleb obviously liked but didn't want to admit it. He wondered what she was doing on the plane though, because he knew she didn't take French.

Aaron and Bruce were together and Trevor saw Lenny, the water boy, seat alone.

"Duude," Caleb chuckled. "We're going to France."

Trevor gave him a kind smile in response before he pulled out his phone. "Yep."

"You think it's going to suck that we can't speak French?" Caleb asked with Uncertainty.

"Why is that so important all of a sudden?"

Caleb shrugged. "Well, I'm just saying. You may not need it, but I may just need it get myself some French Ass. You know what i'm saying?"

Trevor laughed and turned to Caleb. "Thought you had a girlfriend already?"

Caleb scowled at Trevor. "What are you talking about?"

With a smirk on his face, Trevor slowly turned and pointed in Lisa's direction, before he turned and saw the crease on Caleb's face as he searched for what Trevor was showing him. When Caleb's face softened, Trevor knew he had seen her. Trevor kept his eyes on Caleb to register his reaction. He held himself from laughing when he saw the way Caleb became uneasy and started to blink rapidly.

"You okay, dude?" Trevor asked with a smirk.

Caleb turned and gave Trevor a look that was meant to be stern, but he failed. "She's not my girl friend."

"Yeah, Right," Trevor looked away and chuckled as he went through his phone.

"Where the hell have you been?" Mrs Clarice's voice was louder enough to get everyone's attention, including Trevor's. "You're lucky we did not leave you."

Trevor looked up and noticed she was talking to someone outside the door of the plane. The air hostess and Mrs Clarice were still making conversations with whoever it was that was outside the door. Probably another late students that was being reprimanded for his or her lateness.

"I guess you're not the last sucker take it on the trip after all huh?" Caleb teased his best friend.

"Shut up," Trevor replied with a scowl.

"Now get in and take the seat with Foster," Mrs Clarice ordered as she pointed to Lenny's seat. "Quickly."

Trevor looked up in time to see Lance walk in to the plane with a large backpack that looked like he was going camping. He reached up and opened the compartment for bags above his seat, pushed his bag in and closed it. He was about to seat down when his eyes landed on Trevor a few seats behind him.

Trevor felt that lump in his throat again. He didn't know why, but he felt uneasy. That feeling of hatred he had come to like everytime he saw Lance was back again, but he knew it wasn't just hatred. It was hatred laced in something else. Something more....pleasant. Even after Lance had looked away and dropped to his seat, Trevor kept his eyes in his direction. It was disturbing that deep down inside, Trevor wasn't even questioning why he was here. Instead, his mind kept asking why he was late. What took him so long?

"Dude," Caleb nudged at Trevor's shoulders. "Did you hear what I just asked?"

"Huh?" Trevor turned to him as if he had just realised Caleb was seat next to him. "What?"

Caleb nodded in the direction of Lance's seat. "Lance, man," his voice was low. "He doesn't take French. What is he doing here?"

The two boys looked towards Lance's seat and watched him plug his ears with his ear phones.

"I don't know," Trevor gave a reply that wasn't just meant for Caleb, but for him as well.

"Will that be all Mrs Clarice?" The Air hostess asked in an impeccable French accent.

"Yes dear," Mrs Clarice gave her a polite smile as she made her way to her seat. "Thank you very much."

After a few minutes, the cylindrical interior started to wobble as the aircraft started to move down the run way and the voice of a woman echoed again, this time, asking passengers to please fasten their seat belts.


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Chapter 22


Lunch had passed, along with Geography and Physics. Trevor was exhausted, but for some reason, he didn’t want to miss today’s session with Lance.

They both sat there like strangers. Lance was facing his own studies while Trevor was concentrating on a few problems that had been given to him. He gave Lance occasional side glances. They had not said a word to each other for the past thirty minutes that they sat there. Lance had corrected the work Trevor did during the weekend and when Lance had told him he had gotten all of them correctly done, Trevor was ecstatic, but his excitement was short leaved when he noticed Lance’s indifference. Lance, without even looking at him, wrote out a few exercises for him to try, before he flung the book to Trevor’s table.

“Are you done?” Lance’s voice yanked Trevor out of his thoughts.

Trevor faced him with raised brows. “Huh?”

“Are…you…done?” Lance drew his words as if he was talking to person who was hearing impaired.

“No,” Trevor replied, feigning indifference as he looked back to the work before him. “Not yet.”

Lance said nothing. He just exhaled and grabbed his bag and began to throw his book into it again.
Trevor saw him shoving his books into his bag from the side of his eye and suddenly felt his stomach drop. ‘What did I say now?’ Trevor thought to himself, and as if answering Trevor’s question, Lance spoke.

“We’ll have to meet up on next week ,” Lance exhaled as he swung his bag over his bag. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to do.”

Trevor felt an annoying lump in his throat as he swallowed. ‘Leaving again?’ His thoughts were wild with confusion. He knew Lance didn’t have anything to do and that he was just pissed at him for calling him a gay. Yes, Trevor felt guilty, but he sure as hell wasn't going to make Lance see that. He was ditching him in the Library, so, all Trevor could do was make him realise he didn't give a damn......even thought he did. A little.

"I-eh- I'm not going to be able to make it next week," Trevor's voice was a bit shaken with nervousness.

Lance spun and looked at him with raised brows. "Oh?"

"French trip for French class," Trevor smiled up wryly at him. "It's twenty marks from our exam."

Trevor felt the sting of victory when he saw the look on Lance's face. Lance did everything in his power to hold himself from blinking. He tried hard to hold back his emotions at Trevor's utterance, but he wasn't doing a very good job. Trevor could sense a hint of anger and it made him kind of happy.

Lance kept his stone cold eyes on Trevor, raised his chin and looked down to the ground before looking back up at Trevor again. "Fine," he finally said.

Trevor just smiled in response. A smile that seemed to mock and annoy Lance. Without a word, Lance spun away and headed straight for the library entrance.

Trevor watched the way he moved away and was slightly amused with the way the boy matched down the hall. He was obviously angry about something and Trevor knew what. He kept his eyes on Lance Tiffin with a smile on his face and a surprising admiration in his heart.





Stephanie and Lenny

Stephanie and Lenny are seated a few rows away from Trevor and Lance and Stephanie watched as Lance left the library, leaving me Trevor behind.

"Stephanie," Lenny uttered as he began to have his palm in her face.

"What?" Stephanie wiped his palm out of her sight with irritation.

"Can you concentrate please?"

"I am concentrating," Stephanie rolled her eyes back to Trevor's position.

"No your not," Lenny hissed.

Stephanie exhaled and turned to Lenny with a glare.

"I told you," Lenny went on in what almost sounded like a groan. "The only time we could study together is this week. I'm going to France with my French class, remember."

Stephanie rolled her eyes again at the fact that this was the third time Lenny was telling her this today. "Yeah, right..whatever."

"We're just going to have four days to prepare for the competition after the trip, and you are not taking this seriously.

She turned to face her best friend and raised her brows. "We've been studying for this crap since senior year began, Lenny. You actually think i'm not prepared?"

Lenny shrugged. "I'm just saying. I mean,few weeks ago, this quiz was all you ever thought about. You never thought you were ready and no here you are...suddenly Prepared," Lenny paused and looked in Trevor's direction, before looking back at her. "...And we all know why."


Stephanie turned to him,deadpan. "Why?"

Lenny raised a brow. "Do you really want me to say it?"

Stephanie thought of what to say, but nothing came to mind. He was saying the truth. She had become obsessed with finding out what was really going on between Trevor and Lance. She was obsessed with knowing what the deal is and was ready to, for some reason, protect Lance at all costs, even if he didn't give a damn. She always trusted her instincts and her instincts were telling that there was more to this sudden friendship between the two boys than meets the eye.

"At least i'm happy there all going to France too," Lenny grumbled as he turned the pages of his book vehemently. "Maybe that will give you a break from your paranoia for a while."

Stephanie spun and faced him with wide eyes as she held his arm resting on the table. "What?"

Lenny looked up and gave an exhausting sigh. "They are all going to France. Trevor, Lisa, Bruce, Caleb...all of them."

"Are you serious?"

Lenny replied with a cold glare. He didn't like it when she always thought he was joking, especially when he was serious.

"How do you know this?" She gave him an incredulous look.

Lenny pulled up his bag, dug into it and pulled out a file. He opened it and placed it on the table right infront of an astonished Stephanie. Stephanie didn't even know when her mouth fell open slightly as she stared at the complete list of students going for the trip. All forty of them. She turned her wide eyes to Lenny who was smirking beside her, but his smirk vanished when she narrowed her eyes at him in rage.

"You mean you were in charge of this list all along and knew that they were all going to France too and you didn't tell me?" Stephanie's voice was menacing as her eyes bored into Lenny.

"I-I..." Lenny shrugged as he started to stutter.

Stephanie hit the file with her finger with her hooded eyes still fixed on Lenny. "Put my name down. Right now."

"What?" Lenny's eyes widened. "I-I can't do that, the list is already full."

"I don't care."

"Come on Steph," Lenny groaned. "I could get in trouble."

Stephanie stared at him for a while, before her features softened. She then reached down, grabbed her bag and started packing her books in. "Fine," she said.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Lenny started at her with confusion. "Where are you going? We're not done yet."

Stephanie stood up, hung her backpack behind her and friend. "You can make a choice," she said as she lifted her chin. "Getting in trouble with Mrs. Clarice, or ending our friendship."

Lenny's mouth fell open as he watched her turn away and strut down the hall. He looked down at the list and drove his fingers through his hair at his current situation. He could get in serious trouble if he added or replaced any names. He also knew he and Stephanie would never stop being friends, no matter what she says, but if he didn't put her name down, she would probably not talk to him until graduation.

Lenny kept his eyes on the list and shook his head. Stephanie was a real pain in the ass.

Chapter 21


Trevor

"The school has organised a field trip to France," the French teacher, Mrs Clarice, announced that faithful Monday morning in French class.

The entire class cheered and clapped in response to her announcement before she raised her hands and calmed them down once more.

"It's mandatory that every single french senior take this trip because it's twenty marks of your exam," she announced once again.

"No problem!" A boy yelled from behind the class and the entire class cheered again.

A petit looking girl with short hair raised her and to ask a question and the teacher acknowledged.

"Is it just for French students or...?" She asked.

"Other students are welcome too," Mrs Clarice shrugged. "But it's compulsory for French students."

The students couldn't contain thier excitement as they clapped again. Few minutes and five questions later, the bell for second period went off and the entire class to thier feet.

"Please remember to put your names down with Lance before Friday so the school can submit them to the travel agency," Mrs Clarice yelled as the students made thier way out of the class.

Trevor put down his name,thought for a second, and then put Lisa's name as well. He knew she would love to go to France with him. He walked out the door and felt someone pat his shoulder before he wheeled and saw Caleb smiling at him with Bruce walking over to catch up. "Hey dude," Caleb said. "You okay?"

Trevor blinked quickly as if he had just realised where he was. "Yeah," he lied. "I'm -uhm- I'm good."

"You sure?" Bruce added with a smirk as he stood right beside Caleb. "You looked really far away in class today. I don't know if you heard, but we're going to France."

Trevor rolled his eyes. "Yes Bruce," he exhaled. "I heard."

"You sure don't look excited for someone who's going to France," Bruce said as his eyes travelled down to Trevor's shoes and back to his eyes.

"May it's because of your stupid bet," Caleb hissed and turned to Bruce with a glare.

Bruce chuckled and shrugged. "Well," he said. "There's nothing I can do about that, is there?"

Trevor said nothing. He just narrowed his eyes at his friend and shook his head.

"Come on man," Bruce said as he tapped Caleb's shoulder while walking away. "Let's go."

"See you at lunch, dude," Caleb said, as he walked away.

"Yeah, sure."

He watched them walk down half way and disappear around the corner before his eyes began to search the crowd of students in the hall way. He knew he was looking for someone, but it was funny he didn't know who. He just knew that he had gotten used to seeing this person all the time and it looked sort of weird that he had not seen this person all morning. Trevor then walked into the Biology lab for his next class. He dropped his bag on the table and began looking round the hall. A blond girl blowing a bubble with her bubble gum as she typed with unbelievable speeds on her iPhone, a boy with his arms around the shoulders of a dark haired girl who was probably his girlfriend, and...... there he was,seating at the back of the class. The familiar black curls peeping out of his beanie, the black t-shirt that hugged his athletic frame tightly, and his green eyes fixed to his phone. Trevor turned away quickly before he could see him. He held himself from smiling at the fact that he had finally seen Lance again today. That made him happy, and he didn't know why.




Four periods had passed in a flash and Trevor was having lunch with his friends again.

"Are you fucking serious?" Nadia exclaimed when Caleb had told the group that they were going to France.

"Yep," Caleb replied with a proud smile.

"Oh God," Megan pressed her palms to her her chest. "I so want to go, ..like, really, I want to go."

"Too bad you don't take French, huh?" Aaron said with a shrug.

"It doesn't matter," Trevor said.

"Yeah," Caleb added in enthusiasm. "Mrs Clarice says it's compulsory for French students, but that interested students can also join in."

Trevor saw the way Nadia and Megan widened thier eyes and held himself from laughing. "For real?" Nadia said.

"Sure," Caleb said.

"But you'll have to hurry up though," Bruce added. "The school is taking just forty students or whatever."

Nadia and Megan barely waited for Bruce to finish his sentence, before they sprang up from thier seats and headed straight for the cafeteria entrance.

"Hey!" Aaron yelled after them. "Put my name down sweety!"

"Sure Hun," Nadia yelled without even looking back.

"Just watch our food!" Megan yelled as they both hurried out.

Lisa turned to face Trevor with a playful, but suspicious look on her face. "Did you put my name down?"

"Of course I did," Trevor said as he pulled her closer to smell her hair. "What? You thought I would go all the way to France without you?"

"You're just saying that because non-french students are allowed," Lisa smiled at him as picked up a potato chip and threw it in her mouth.

Trevor looked away and chuckled in response.

"Wow," Caleb's voice made Trevor look up. His eyes were fixed on something or someone behind he and Lisa "I haven't seen her in a while."

"Seen who?" Lisa asked before she and Trevor spun to see who Caleb was looking at.


It was Tiffany.

"Where has she been?" Lisa asked as she kept her eyes on the dark haired girl who was making her way down the hall.

Trevor saw Tiffany approach and was pretty sure there was something of about her. The last time he saw her was in the music room few months ago. The day he made that video with Bruce, Aaron and Nadia. He remembered the look on her face. But now, the girl who was walking down the hall, looking for a seat, looked frail. She looked tired and weak. She looked like she had not slept for days and the brightness in her eyes when Trevor first saw her flirting with Bruce, that brightness was gone.

"Is she okay?" Lisa took the words right out of Trevor's mouth.

"Yeah she doesn't look too good," Caleb uttered in a hushed tone.

"Tiff!" A girl called from across the hall. "Over here!"

Tiffany saw the girl calling her and began to increase her pace, walking quickly to the table she was called to.

"Hey Tiffany," Bruce's voice made Lisa, Trevor and Caleb to face him.

Tiffany slowed down and tried to look for who had just called her name. Her eyes darted from corner to corner before it finally settled at Trevor's table.

"What's up?" Bruce smirked at the girl.

Trevor looked up at Tiffany and noticed she was trembling. He tray was shaking in her hands and Trevor could see Lisa and Caleb glance at each other in confusion. He looked up and saw Tiffany's eyes were beginning to well with tears and for some reason, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off Aaron and Bruce.

"You look good," Aaron smirked at her.

Tiffany started shaking so uncontrollably, the aluminium tray slipped from her hands and crashed to the ground, startling and causing everyone in the hall to turn around. All eyes were on here now, but her eyes were still on Bruce and Aaron.

"Are you okay?" Caleb got to his feet and moved to her, but she flinched and moved away from him as if he had a contagious skin disease that she didn't want to catch.

She looked at Bruce and Aaron one last time, before she turned and hurried down the hall, he sobs echoing through the entire cafeteria.

"Tiffany, wait" her friends called and ran after her.


Trevor and Lisa watched them disappear down the entrance before they both spun to face Aaron and Bruce who were still smirking mischievously.

"What was that all about?" Lisa asked.

Bruce and Aaron glanced at each other and shrugged. "I don't know," Aaron said.

"She obviously paranoid or something," Bruce added as he sipped on his coke.

Trevor watched them for a while before he asked the question that he had been itching to ask ever since he saw the way Tiffany looked at the both of them.

"She was looking at you guys," Trevor's voice was low and laced with inquisition. "Why was sh looking at you guys."

Bruce and Aaron looked at each other as they held down smiled. "Because we said Hello?" Bruce answered with a shrug.

The both of them couldn't hold down thier amusement anymore, and then they burst out in laughter. A contagious laughter that caught Lisa and Caleb.

"You guys are crazy," Lisa flipped them of with a chuckle as she faced her phone.

Caleb shook his head with a chuckle as he continued to dig into his food. But Trevor, Trevor wasn't buying thier bullshit. He was the only one on the table who wasn't amused by the situation.

Tiffany's tear filled bloodshot eyes, tired and flushed face flashed in Trevor's mind as he kept his eyes on Bruce and Aaron. He found himself fighting the feeling that his childhood friends could have indeed, done something to that girl.

Chapter 20


Lance nodded towards the stairs. "Anyone who would leave a woman like that is definitely a dick."

Trevor frowned at him. He felt touched that Lance actually liked his mum enough to call his dad a dick for leaving her. How did he even know they were separated?

"The way they spoke to each other at that dinner...," Lance's reply seemed to startle Trevor as it was as if he was replying us thoughts. "Didn't look as if they were together."

Lance sipped on his glass of orange juice. "Plus," he went on. "I never saw your dad at school, just your mum."

Trevor kept his eyes on Lance for a while, before he faced his work. He could now see how Lance got straight As in school. He was a Fucking smart ass.

The room was quiet for a while, and then Lance broke the silence with a question. "So," he started. "What are you going to study in college?"

Trevor looked up at him and wondered if that was a trick question of something. It was even more confusing to him because Lance didn't have that mischievous smirk on his face this time.

Trevor looked back down to his work. "Civil engineering."

Lance had bearly allowed him to finish before he started to chuckle. "Of course."

Trevor looked up at him with furrowed brows. "What?"

Lance raised his green eyes to Trevor, cleared his throat and steadied himself to throw another question. "And Uhm why do you want to study that?"

Trevor thought for a while before he answered. "Be-cause that's what I want." He was beginning to feel apprehensive now.

Lance kept his green eyes on Trevor's face and Trevor could sense he was amused. It was clear he was making fun of him.

"It's what you want to do," Lance repeated.

"Yeah."

Lance kept his eyes on Trevor for a while before the words flew out of his mouth. "You're pathetic."

"Excuse me?"

Lance relaxed back on his chair and raised his two hands to the back of his head. "You're pathetic."

Trevor stared into space for a second and dropped his pen on his book. He couldn't believe Lance had just insulted him to his face and called him pathetic,...twice.

"Please do not call me that again," Trevor warned.

"Why not?" The trademark smirk was back on Lance's face now. "It's true."

"No it's not," Trevor hissed.

"Yes it is," Lance gave Trevor a smile. "You're a pathetic dumbass."

Trevor clenched his jaw when he heard Lance call him a pathetic dumbass. There was something in the way hour said it that almost made Trevor smile, or laugh even, but there was no way he was going to show Lance that his insults amused him.

"Call me a pathetic dumbass one more time," Trevor hissed in warning, but it didn't seem to move Lance in anyway because hour still had that mischievous smile on his face and his condescending eyes on Trevor.

"I mean, I just don't get it," Lance got to his feet, stared at the large grandfather clock at the corner and then looked back at Trevor. "Why would you opt to study civil engineering in college when you can't even pass Algebra on high school?"

Trevor opened his mouth to answer, but discovered he couldn't. He suddenly realised he was lost for words and that Lance's question had hit him hard. He hoped it was rhetorical.

"It's not rhetorical," Lance spat with a mean smile and answered Trevor's thoughts again.

What? Is he in his head now?

Trevor avoided his eyes and looked back down to his work. "It's none of your business."

Trevor heard Lance chuckle. "Are you serious right now?" Lance asked. "Is-is that all you've got to say? that it's none of my business?"

"Yes...," Trevor hissed before he looked up at Lance again. "It's none of your damned business."

Lance kept his mischievous eyes on Trevor, the smile still on his face. He then stared down at the table and began eyeing the dinning room as if remembering something. "This table," he said longingly. "So many memories."

Trevor exhaled. "Memories of what?"

Lance smiled down at Trevor. "..Of the night your dad practically bent you over and bleeped you in the Ass with his words when he found out you helped your mum cook that dinner," Lance spoke as if he had been hold those words down there.

Trevor felt anger course through his veins at Lance's words as he clenched his fists under the table. "Shut up, Lance," he hissed.

"I know right," Lance chuckled and fell back to his seat. "The truth always hurts."

"Can we go back to studying, please?" Trevor was losing his cool.

"Well, yeah," Lance shrugged. "As soon as you admit the fact that you're a wimp who can't face his dad and tell him what's what."

Trevor exhaled in rage and looked up at the ceiling, before looking back down at Lance. "What the Bleep are you talking about?"

Lance leaned in forward now and Trevor could see the seriousness in him even though he still had the smile on his face. "I'm talking about your life Trevor," Lance said. "deep down, you know you're not good enough to major in civil engineering and yet you're willing to Bleep up your life, just to please daddy."

"You don't fucking know me," Trevor's voice was louder now.

Lance scoffed as he relaxed back on his seat. "I know you can't even pass Algebra without my help."

Trevor narrowed his eyes at him in rage as he kept talking. Who the Bleep does he think he is?

"Plus," Lance went on, clearly oblivious to Trevor's reaction. "The Chemistry accident was dew to the fact that you didn't even know a common chemical law concerning acids and bases that even the three dumb bitches sitting behind us that day knew."

"Okay," Trevor raised his hands as if in surrender and stood from his seat. "That's enough."

"Just an advice, bro," Lance shrugged as he lifted his glass of orange juice for a sip.

Trevor looked glanced at him in disbelief. "Advice?"

Lance raised his brows at him.

Trevor coughed out a laugh. "You...you are giving me advices now?"


"You're welcome," Lance smiled at him.

Trevor steadied himself. "Dude, you Bleep guys. You don't have any friends, everyone in school hates you,you're a miserable loner and you probably do drugs."

As Trevor spoke, he felt a little victorious as he watched the smile on Lance's face slowly disappear.

"...and you think you're in a better position to give me advices now?" Trevor stared down at Lance in disbelief as if he could not believe the boy was in his dinning room.

How dear he come in here and tell Trevor how to solve his problem with his father, when he himself was a bundle of problems. Trevor stared into Lance's eyes and realised he had hit him. He had hit him hard. Something deep down told him to apologise, but Bleep it. The asshole probably thought he was better than he was just because he got straight As. The dinning area was still silent and Lance still kept his eyes on Trevor. Eyes that seemed to scream 'I'm hurt!' at Trevor, even though Lance tried to hold it down.

"You really didn't have to be an asshole you know," Lance's voice was less intimidating now. "I was just trying to help-"

"Well help yourself first you fucking gay," Trevor spat in rage.

Lance's eyes widened slightly at Trevor's words and Trevor, for some reason, suddenly wished he had not said that. Oh Bleep it.

Lance looked away from Trevor and his eyes landed on the textbook before him. The room was silent again and Trevor felt his stomach turn at the fact that Lance could be waiting for an apology.

"Was it necessary though?" A voice in Trevor's head said. "For you to call him a gay?"

"He is a fucking gay," Trevor mentally replied his own thoughts as he stole glances at Lance who still had his eyes fixed to the table before him.

It intrigued Trevor how he had grown fond of the mischievous smirking Lance, so much that he felt awkward when he didn't see a smile on Lance's face. Why did the hell did he have to carry anyway.

Without a word, Lance started to shove his books into his bag without even looking at Trevor. Trevor looked up at as soon as Lance got to his feet. Trevor was shocked at the urge he had to suddenly reach for Lance and tell him he was sorry. There was no way he was going to let Lance see his guilt. No way. He just sat there with his mouth closed and his eyes on Lance. When he saw Lance was about to look his way, he looked back down to his books very quickly.

"We'll do the corrections on Monday," Lance said, as he swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Okay." Trevor's eyes still fixed on his work as he pretended no to give a damn.

Even thought he didn't look up, he could see Lance's sneakers still in place. He was just standing there, why? There was silent for a few seconds before Lance headed straight for the dinning entrance.

"Please close the door on you way out!" Trevor yelled after him, but Lance didn't even look back.

Trevor sat there for a few seconds, listening in the silence of the dinning room. Listening to hear of Lance would actually shut the front door on his way out. When he heard the door slam shut, he exhaled and faced his work. Even though he found it hard to concentrate, even though he felt the guilt tearing it's way down his body and the words in his book suddenly didn't mean anything anymore.

"Shit," Trevor hissed as he slammed his pen on his books, fell back on his chair and drove his fingers through his hair.

What the hell was wrong with him?

When did he start to give a shit about Lance's feelings?

Chapter 19


"What are you doing here?" Trevor hissed through his teeth before he glanced back into the house to see if his mother was still in the kitchen.

"We've got tutorials today," Lance smirked mischievously. "...remember?"

"Yes,but-"

"Trevor?" Trevor's mother cut him off as she yelled from the kitchen. "Who's at the door honey?"

"Uhm..No-"

"Morning Mrs Bowman!" Lance yelled, interrupting Trevor again. Lance tried to walk past Trevor and get into the house but Trevor stopped him by pressing his hands against his chest.

"Don't even think about it," Trevor glared at a smirking Lance.

"Lance?" Trevor heard his mother's voice and turned to see her coming out of the dinning area while cleaning her hands with a napkin. "Is that you?"

Trevor turned and faced an equally puzzled Lance. The both of them were obviously perplexed at the fact that Trevor's mum still remembered his name and voice so well.

"Hey Mrs Bowman," Lance smiled as he finally walked into the house.

"Oh sweety," Mrs bowman said, as she hurried up to him with her arms wide open and locked him in a warm embrace.

Lance went stiff. This was way too awkward. He didn't know whether to hug her back or not, so he just placed a hand on her back. He looked at Trevor and saw that he was seething.

Trevor just stood there, wondering what was going on. His mother had only seen Lance once in her life before today, and now here she was, treating and welcoming him with such affection. It was as if Lance was one of her patients or something, and did she just call him 'sweety'?

Mrs Bowman pulled away and observed Lance with a kind smile before she placed her palm on his cheek. "How are you?" She asked.

Lance was beginning to look apprehensive. "I-I'm good."

"..and you mum?" She asked as she pulled away from him completely, but still kept her eyes on him. "How is she?"

"Good," Lance nodded.

Mrs Bowman nodded and then faced her son. "Well then," she said. "I guess i'll have to make breakfast big enough for three."

Lance raised his hands as if in surrender as he shook his head. "That wouldn't be nec-."

"No need," Trevor cut him off and then moved his cold glare from his mother to Lance. "He's not staying long."

Lance slowly turned to look at Trevor with furrowed brows. Mrs Bowman face fell with disappointment as she looked away from Trevor and faced Lance.

"Oh...Oh dear," she said. "That's too bad."

Lance looked away from Trevor and raised his finger. "On second thought," he said before he looked back at Trevor with a malicious smile. "Breakfast wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Lance held himself from laughing when he saw the way Trevor narrowed his eyes at him.

"Great," Mrs Bowman clapped her palms together once, before she hurried and disappeared into the kitchen.

Trevor watched his mother walk into the kitchen, before he stepped to block Lance. "I thought weekend tutorials were at the library downtown?" Trevor hissed with a seething rage.

Lance turned to him with a smirk and a raised brow. "It was," he said. "But apparently, your neanderthal friends made a bad impression the last time we were there, remember?"

Trevor looked confused, but still angry. "What are you talking about?"

Lance exhaled and rolled his eyes. "Your buddies got us kicked out of the Library after thier act the last time, Trevor," his tone was serious now. "I went into the library today, the librarian recognised me and said I shouldn't come in. She said I've been banned. We've been banned."

Trevor looked away from Lance and stared into space with confusion overtaking his features. He remembered what Peter and Dante had done in the library the last time. He knew they would have attracted a few eyes, but he didn't think they would get kicked out.

"So I guess our saturdays are going to be spent here from now on," Lance gave him a wry smile.

"And why does it have to be my house," Trevor raised his chin, steadied himself and folded his arms on his chest.

Lance blinked his smile away. "Because it was your friends that got us kicked out."

Lance then flashed him a smile and walked to the dining area. "Come on dude," Lance said without even looking back.

Trevor stood behind and watched him through narrow eyes before he finally followed him.

Trevor hurried upstairs to get his books and came back down in time to see his mother lay the food on the table. She placed a plate of egg sandwiches before Lance with a cheerful smile on her face. "Here you go sweety."

"Aw," Lance looked down at the plate and then up to her face. "Thanks Mrs. Bowman."

She placed her palm gently o his shoulder with the smile never leaving her pretty face. "You're welcome honey."

Trevor made sure he made a loud noise when he dropped his books on the table. Lance and his mother turned to him. His mother's smile dropped out of her face immediately but Lance was still smiling.

"..And here's yours honey," Mrs Bowman said as she dropped the second plate of sandwich in her hand right infront of Trevor.

"Thanks mum."

As soon as his mother leaves and walks into the kitchen, Trevor's eyes land on Lance. Lance leans over and takes a bite off his sandwich, before he looks up at Trevor with a mischievous grin. "Did you make this?"

"Bleep you," Trevor replied flippantly before he pulled out a chair and dropped to a seat.

Lance chuckled at his response and continued to munch on his egg sandwich. Trevor tried not to, but for some reason, he couldn't stop himself from watch Lance eat. There was something about the way hour chewed on his food; calm and gracious. Not too fast, not too slow. The way he reached up and raked his black curls away from his face. The way the muscles of his jaw moved as he chewed and the sudden awareness of every breath he took. When Lance then looked up and caught his Trevor's eyes, he gave a charming smile and winked. The gesture seemed to tug at something deep inside of Trevor.

What the hell?

Lance was making him feel funny on the inside. Trevor held himself from smiling at how adorable Lance looked. Hell, he was even surprised at the fact that Lance was adorable. Lance wasn't supposed to be adorable. Lance was a demon and Trevor hated him. He hated him so much, he was going to wreck him come Prom night.

Trevor immediately looked away. "So," he sighed, pretending he wasn't at all intrigued by the boy before him. "You want to eat first or..."

"We can start while we eat," Lance interrupted him with a shrug. "Doesn't matter."

"Okay then."

The two boys start thier study while eating at the same time. Lance finished his food before Trevor and quickly pinched on Trevor's sandwich when he wasn't looking.

"Hey," Trevor raised his head and scowled at Lance as he moved his plate away from him. "What are you doing?"

"Shh," Lance replied with as he tried to hold down his smile before he pointed to the book before Trevor. "Concentrate."

"Don't touch my food again," Trevor warned. A warning Lance obviously didn't take seriously.

Minutes later, Trevor's mum walked out of the kitchen and smiled at the both of them as she dropped two glasses of fresh orange juice on the table.

"The sandwiches were amazing Mrs Bowman," Trevor looked up and saw that smile on Lance's face again. That smile that made him want to reach across the table and bite his nose.

"Oh," Mrs Bowman's face turned red as she chuckled. "It's okay sweety. Glad you liked it."

Trevor held down his disgust at the fact that an eighteen year old boy was making his mother blush. But then again, Lance was a charming bastard even though Trevor didn't want to admit it. Was he really gay?

"I'll be upstairs if you boys need anything," Mrs Bowman said as she looked at Trevor and then back at a smiling Lance, before she hurried up the stairs.

They both watched the woman walk gracefully up the stairs in silence, before Lance spoke."Your dad is an asshole."

Trevor spun. "What?"

"Your dad," Lance shrugged Indifferently. "He's a dick."

"Why is my dad a dick?"

Chapter 18

Saturday morning, the one day Trevor could ignore his annoying alarm clock and sleep in as long as he wanted. He was also happy because Saturday also meant no school drama today, but he deflated when he remembered he had to meet Lance at the town library today though. He looked over at the time on his clock.

“8:49AM.”

“Shit.” he hissed as he pulled himself from bed.
He did a few press-ups and sit-ups, before he walked out of his room and headed downstairs. He heard the sweet sound of his mum humming to herself while she prepared breakfast. She must have come back quite early last night for her to be awake and already fixing breakfast.

“Morning,” Trevor sang as he kissed mother on the cheek and headed for the fridge.

“Hey honey,” she replied with her attention still in the carrots she was chopping.

“How was work?” Trevor pulled out a box of milk.

“Oh you know, same as always,” Mrs. Bowman replied with her eyes still on the carrots. “Blocking bleeding arteries, delivering babies, fixing urinary catheters…”

“Wow,” Trevor replied, even though he didn’t really care. He screwed the cap of the milk open and was and took a gulp.

“Trevor Bowman,” his mother’s suddenly stern voice made him freeze. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop drinking the milk from the carton?”

He brought the milk down and met her stern eyes on him before he flashed her silly smile. “Sorry.”

“Use a cup for Christ sake, that’s what they are there for,” she said before her eyes travelled down his body. “..And for the love of God, stop walking around the house in your boxers. Someone could walk in at any minute.”

Trevor smiled and patted his abs playfully. “Oh come on Mum,” he said. “What’s the point working out when nobody can see my body?”

“Oh please,” his mother rolled her eyes and flipped him off. “Save it for Lisa.”

Trevor laughed and kissed his mother on the cheek again as he hurried out the kitchen. “Fine, I’ll go put on a sweater.”

Trevor went upstairs, pulled on a grey NYU sweater that Kim had given him as a gift, before he headed back downstairs. He was going straight for the living room when he heard the crackling sound of the heated oil on the gas stove and then he froze. He walked over to the kitchen door and stood there watching his mother slice a few onions. He knew she was about to fry them all together with the carrots and he was going to watch her do it. She scrapped the onions into the pan and began to stair them with a wooden spoon.

“Be sure not to leave them on for too long,” Trevor couldn’t hold himself any longer. “or-or else they’ll burn.”

Mrs. Bowman looked up at her son as he stood there at the door, watching her as if he was scared of walking in. “Yes sir,” she said playfully.

“Uhm-we’re eating it with bacon, right?” Trevor asked.

“Yes,” Mrs. Bowman replied before she looked up at him again. “Why?”

Trevor opened his mouth to say something, but he then closed it again and shook his head. “Ne-Never mind.”

Mrs. Bowman dropped the wooden spoon in the pan, raised her hands to her hips and gave her son a stern look. “Trevor,” she warned. She always hated when he did that.

“Well,” Trevor looked nervous as he kept his eyes on the pan on the stove. “I just thought if were using bacon with the eggs, a few curry leaves would be awesome with it.”

Mrs. Bowman kept her eyes on Trevor until a smile slowly appeared on her pretty face. A proud smile.
“What?” Trevor asked as he stared at her with suspicion.

Mrs. Bowman stretched her hands towards him for a hug. “Come here."

“Oh come on mum,” Trevor groaned. “I’m not a kid anymore.”

Her smile suddenly disappeared and her face turned serious as her hands were still held out. “Trevor Bowman, you come to your mother right now,” she commanded.

Trevor rolled his eyes and dragged himself into the warm embrace of his mother. She held him so tight, sighed and kissed his cheek before pulling away slightly to get a good look at his face. It sometimes scared how much of him he saw in her.

“You know I love you, right honey,” her voice was calm and kind.

“Yeah,” he replied as he looked to the floor and back up to his mother. “I do.”

“Then you know I would support you in any decision you make with your life.”

Trevor dropped his shoulders and exhaled before he looked away. He knew this was where the entire conversation was going; his interest in the culinary arts, his duty to his father to become a civil engineer …….and algebra.

“Now, I’m not mad at you for failing Algebra. I just don’t understand why you hadn’t told me,” Mrs. Bowman said as she used her finger to pull back a strand of Trevor’s blond hair to the back of his ear. Trevor was still quiet. He just looked at his mother, wishing he had something to say.

She ran her hands from his shoulders down his arm and held his hands. “I’m not going to stop you from being happy. I could never stop you from being happy, and if that means going against your father’s dream for your-“

“It’s okay mum, “Trevor cut her off quietly as he looked away and faced the island table beside them.

Mrs. Bowman reached out and gently moved his face to face hers. “Honey, listen you don’t have to-"

“Mum, I said its fine,” he cut her off again, before he looked up at her. “I’ll be a Bowman. I’ll put Civil engineering on my college application.”

His mother looked into his eyes for a few seconds before she looked away, let go of his hands and rubbed her palms oh her apron. “Okay then,” she sighed.

Trevor stared at her as she switched the stove back on and went on with the cooking. She avoided his eyes and he knew why. He had just told her he was going to respect his father’s wishes and study Civil engineering and she was smart enough to know that wasn’t what he wanted. Trevor was sure this was why his mother left his father. He remembered her telling him about the days she would come back late from work and he would fuss over where she had been. He would always lose whenever she called in and told him that she wouldn’t be coming home that day.

“What the hell do you want from me?” he remembered his mother yelling from their bedroom a long time ago. “To stay at home all day and cook and clean for you?”

“That wouldn’t be a bad idea, you know,” he remembered his father firing back.

“I’m a doctor, Gerald,” she growled back. “Like it or not, I have a career!”

Few months later, Trevor remembered his parents sitting he and his big sister for a family meeting in the living room; giving them ‘the mummy and daddy have to stay apart for a while and figure things out talk.’ It was surprising that neither Kim nor her little brother missed their dad, but they felt sorry for their mum because they thought she was lonely. Another sad change was the fact that his dad had won custody of Kim, and so, she had to stay with him in New York.

Suddenly, the loud ringing of the doorbell startled Trevor out of his thoughts. He looked up in time to see his mother cleaning her hands with a napkin.

“Who is it?” she yelled.

Trevor placed his hands on her shoulder and stopped her from moving past him. “I’ll get it,” he said.

He then turned away and walked out of the kitchen. He hurried into the dinning area and glanced up at the wall clock on the wall.

“10:30AM”

Shit, he had just thirty minutes to make it to his tutorial.

Trevor got to the door and pulled it open. “Morning, can we-“

Lance smirked mischievously at a dumbfounded Trevor standing at the door. “What’s up dumbass?”

Chapter 17


Caleb and Trevor had just finished Chemistry, and Caleb and Nadia had noticed how he had been avoiding Lance throughout the class and didn’t even want to sit near him when the teacher had told him to because Lance was the only one on his table.

“Hey dude,” Caleb tapped his hands on Trevor’s shoulder as the three of them made their way out of the lab after ditching their lab coats in the lockers. “You okay?”

Trevor looked up at him with a weak smile and sighed with a nod. “Kinda.”

Nadia rolled her eyes and sighed. “It’s the bet, isn’t it?”

Trevor looked up and gave her a wry smile.
Nadia reached out and gave him a side hug. “Awww, just hang in there okay,” she cooed playfully. “Prom is just a month away.”

“Or,” Caleb began with a voice laced with frustration. “You could just tell Bruce you’re done with the bet and return the bloody money.”

“Oh I’m sorry, are you going to give him three thousand dollars?” Nadia replied with a feigned politeness.

Trevor looked away from her and faced Caleb. “That’s a good question actually,” Trevor said.

Caleb said nothing. He just looked away from the both of them and sighed.

“But I don’t still get why you’re avoiding him though,” Nadia went on as they turned the corner and walked into the gymnasium. “I mean, aren’t you supposed to make him like you?”

Trevor dropped his shoulders. “That’s the thing,” Trevor groaned. “I think he already does.”

“See?” Nadia widened her eyes and tapped Trevor’s belly. “That’s a good thing, right?”

“No, Nadia, It’s not,” Caleb hissed from the other side of Trevor. “Trevor doesn’t like him,remember?”

“That’s the whole point, jackass,” Nadia fired back. “It’s called a bet for a reason.”

“The other, after our tutorials, he invited me over for coffee,” Trevor said with his eyes on the floor as they kept walking towards the bleachers.

“…And?” Nadia placed her hands on Trevor’s shoulders to stop him from walking, before he turned and looked into her expectant brown eyes.

“I said no,” Trevor raised his shoulder. “What did you want me to say?”

Nadia looked away and slapped her palm across her forehead. “O Jesus, Trevor,” she grunted.

“Okay,” Caleb stepped in. “Now, I know I’m against this bet and all, but it’s kind of bad idea when you decline an invitation made by someone whom you are trying to get to like you.”

“Thank you,” Nadia uttered as she gestured to Caleb.

Trevor exhaled and threw his head backwards. “Declining a coffee break won’t change anything, guys, come on.”

“Fine whatever,” Nadia raised her shoulder and looked away flippantly. “All I’m saying is that you’ve gotten the opportunity now. Use it.”

“Dickson!” Someone yells from behind them. They all spun and saw Stephanie walking quickly to catch up with them. Caleb instinctively looked away from an approaching Stephanie and turned to see Trevor smirking at him mischievously.

“Who is she?” Nadia observed Stephanie with a sneer as she approached.

“A very, very, very close friend of a friend,” Trevor uttered with his eyes still on Caleb and his mischievous smirk now a full smile.

Caleb glared at Trevor, before he raised his middle finger at him; a gesture that made Trevor tilt his head back in laughter.

“Come on Nadia,” Trevor said as he reached out and pulled Nadia away with his eyes still on his friend. “Let’s give these two some privacy, shall we?”

Caleb rolled his eyes away from them and faced forward in time to see Stephanie coming to a halt right in front of him.

“Hey,” Stephanie uttered with a smile but Caleb said nothing. He just smiled down at her with his eyes searching hers. Stephanie looked to the ground and swallowed before she looked up again.

“I just wanted to-"

“It’s Caleb.” He interrupted with a smile still on his face.

Stephanie paused. “What?”

Caleb leaned in a little closer for her to hear him better. “My name is Caleb.”

“Oh,” Stephanie suddenly felt uneasy as she adjusted her glasses at the sight of his green eyes boring into her. “Alright then, Caleb.”

Caleb’s smile slowly grew wider as his eyes seemed to travel to every feature on her face.

“I just wanted to apo-“ Stephanie stopped again when Caleb just started to chuckle over nothing.

“What’s so funny?” She frowned.

Caleb looked up at her with a smile that now exposed his pearly white teeth. “Why are you so short?”

Stephanie’s frown disappeared and her eyes narrowed at Caleb with rage. “Excuse me?”

“You’re very close to being a midget, you know,” Caleb said.

Stephanie inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. It took everything in her not to scream at Caleb, and besides, she had a motive. She had a goal, and she wasn’t going to let Caleb’s condescending behaviour get in her way, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to let him have it. She finally opened her eyes and gave him a fake smile.

“You know, I was about to apologise for my rude behaviour the other day, hoping you would do the same and we could be friends at least,” she said.

Caleb said nothing. He just kept his eyes on hers and his hands in the pockets of his jeans. His smile seemed to be permanent as he observed her.

“..But I guess that wouldn’t be necessary,”
Stephanie said before she turned and started to walk away.

Caleb stood there, watching her move away. Deep down, it took everything in him to stop himself from running after her. Even the way she matched away in anger seemed to make him smile.

“Stephanie Morris,” Caleb whispered to himself as he watched the red haired girl walk out of the gymnasium door.

Chapter 16


Lance and Trevor met at the library as usual and Lance still perplexed to see Trevor feeling uneasy around him. All the while the session had started; Trevor hardly looked up at Lance. He finished the work he was given and quickly stuffed his ears with his earphones. It made Lance kind of mad that Trevor was refusing to have any conversation with him, but then Lance could understand why. No one would feel comfortable with someone who had just watched their dad humiliate them, right?

“You got three out of five,” Lance looked up to an oblivious Trevor with a proud smile on his face.

When he realised Trevor had not heard him, he reached over and gave the blond boy a slight nudge that seemed to startle him.

“What?” Trevor looked up at Lance with raised brows as he pulled his ear phones from his ear.

“Three out of five,” Lance repeated. “That’s impressive.”

Trevor gave a weak and nervous smile in response. It was as though Lance was suddenly a stranger.

“Oh, thanks.”

Lance stared at Trevor for a while, maybe expecting him to say more, but Trevor said nothing. He just stuffed his earphones back in his ears and turned away. Lance’s sigh of what seemed like frustration, surprised him. Why was he frustrated? Why did he even care that Trevor didn’t want to talk?

“Okay then,” Lance exhaled, before he turned away and wrote down a few exercises for Trevor to try on his own when he gets home.

When he was done, he handed it over to Trevor who seemed startled once again after Lance had called his attention. Why was he so jittery all of a sudden? “Here,” Lance said. “Try these when you get home.”

Trevor looked up at lance and back to the book being handed to him. “Oh, Okay,” he replied. “Thanks.”

Lance was a little surprised when he saw Trevor stand to his feet immediately after he had stuffed the book into his bag. Lance kept his eyes on him as he swung his bag over his shoulders and turned to leave. He kept his eyes on him until he was inches away from the library door.

“Tre-Trevor wait,” the words fell right of Lance’s mouth.

Trevor froze and spun back to face an approaching Lance with raised brows. Lance ignored the fact that even with his earphones to his ears, he still heard him calling. Weird, right?

“What’s up?” Trevor asked as he pulled his earphones down again.

Lance stared into Trevor’s blue eyes and realised he didn’t have anything to say. He just realised he didn’t have any reason for calling Trevor at all.

Dammit, what was wrong with him? He just had to think of something.

Lance immediately turned his eyes to the ground below him. He was the uneasy one now. “I was-eh-I was going out for coffee,” Lance mumbled. When he didn’t hear a response, he looked up at Trevor and met him with his eye brows raised higher, as if asking Lance what that had to do with him, or Algebra.

Lance rolled his eyes and dropped his shoulders. “And I was wondering if you wanted to come.”

Trevor’s mouth fell open slightly as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. It was clear to lance that his request had taken Trevor unawares.

“Sorry,” Trevor’s voice was low and uncertain. “I-I can’t.”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Lance’s eyes but he did well to hide it quickly. “Oh,” Lance said as he began to back away. “No–ehm-no problem.”
Without hesitation, Trevor plugged back his earphones, turned away and walked out the door without even telling Lance goodbye.

Lance just stood there and stared at the door for a few seconds, before he turned back and walked back to his seat. He dropped to his chair, pulled out his phone and opened up the black and white picture of a smiling Trevor that seemed to have stolen his heart. Lance stared at the picture and felt his breathing quicken. He was getting angry, but he didn’t know why. He stared at the picture for a couple of seconds; his grip tightened on the phone, before he dropped it to the table and drove his fingers through his dark hair as he exhaled in frustration.

Bleep, what was Trevor Bowman doing to him?
“Hey, Lance?” A male voice made Lance shoot his head up quickly. He suddenly felt the blood in his veins boil when he looked up and saw his sitting partner; Chris, looking down at him with a nervous smile on his face and a notebook opened up in his hands.

“Uhm-sorry to bother you man,” Chris uttered in a slightly trembling voice as he leaned in closer to Lance. “…But I was wondering if you could help me with the solution to this-“

Lance didn’t even wait for Chris to finish his sentence before he reached up and yanked the notebook from Chris and flung it across the library hall with his eyes still on the frightened boy.

“Hey,” Chris cried in protest.

Lance’s lips then tugged into a fake but wicked smile with rage in his eyes. “That’s your solution.”
“What the hell is your problem man?” Chris scowled at him.

Lance’s features hardened. The smile on his lips disappeared and his face contorted to that of rage as he stood to his feet and moved close to face a terrified Chris who seemed to be moving away.

“Get the Bleep out of my face,” Lance snarled with eyes blazing.

Chris was wise enough to know that if he had said anything to annoy Lance any further at that point, Lance would definitely beat the shit out of him for sure. “Okay,” Chris stuttered a reply as he raised his hands in surrender and began to back away.
Lance watched Chris walk away before he dropped down to his seat and stared into space for a few seconds. He picked up his phone and looked at Trevor’s picture one more time.

Lance slammed the phone on the table in rage. “Bleep!” He shouted in rage, causing everyone in the library to jump in shock.

Okay, breaks over. Let's get back to the story and see how th guys are doing.

Chapter 15

Trevor


Trevor

That same day at soccer practice, the boys were in the locker room getting ready and Trevor could see Lance stealing glances at him as he laced his boots. Trevor was somewhat overwhelmed by the attention he seemed to be getting from Lance recently. Ever since his father scolded him about failing Algebra right infront of Lance of all people, he has not felt the same.

He even thought of calling Lance up that Saturday night to end thier study sessions; saying that he didn't need it anymore, but he wouldn't pass Algebra that way now, would he?

Trevor looked over at Lance just as Lance looked away and started to walk towards the entrance. Since that Saturday, he felt stripped right infront of Lance. He felt completely naked now that Lance knew everything about him, well, almost everything. It felt weird to think that Lance would never see him as the same again. There were things that Lance could use against him now if they ever got into a fight and yes, Lance was the type of person that could do that shit because he lived to cause people like Trevor pain. Trevor hated the entire situation so much. He didn't want to go for thier next session after that Saturday and even when he did, he had made up his mind that he wasn't going to suck up to Lance in anyway. If the dude said shit, he would punch him straight in the face without caring how far he had gone in this bet. Even during the session that day, Trevor could feel Lance's eyes on him through out. He thought of confronting him, but he thought he would let Lance make the first move, but he did not.

He finished his work and submitted it and when he saw the smile on Lance's face when he told him that he had gotten three out of the four questions correct, and he suddenly knew that what Lance felt for him was pure pity.

Bleep.

Lance Tiffin, feeling sorry for him, Trevor Bowman. Trevor felt his stomach turn when he remembered he had another session with him later today. He didn't know how, but somehow, his father had made it a little bit more difficult for him to win this fucking bet.

"Hey, Trev. You okay man?" Caleb's voice pulled Trevor back to reality.

Trevor looked in Caleb's questioning green eyes and blinked rapidly . "Huh?...Uhm yeah," he stuttered. "Yeah..i-i'm fine."

"Come man,Coach is waiting for us on the field," Caleb said as he tapped his shoulder. "Let's go."

"Sure."

Trevor wanted to moves, but Caleb stopped him again and darted his eyes to the entrance and back to Trevor. "Say eh...can I ask you something real quick?" Caleb asked.

Trevor's brows furrows before he raised his hands to his hips. "Sure," he said. "What's up?"

Caleb glanced at the entrance again and then looked at the floor below him. "That...ehm....that Stephanie girl..." Caleb said.

Trevor tilted his head to the side as confusion filled his features. "Stephanie?" He asked. "Who's Stephanie?"

Caleb looked up at him. "You know," He said, looking a bit exhausted at the fact that he had to describe her to him. "Red hair, large glasses,.....big mouth."

After Trevor thought for a while, he turned to Caleb. "Oooh," he said with realisation as he smiled at his buddy and wiggled his brows. "You mean Stephanie."

"Stop it," Caleb rolled his eyes. "Please."

"What do you want to know?"

"You take many classes with her since you are in science and all," Caleb said as he looked at the entrance and looked back at him. "What's she like?"

Trevor smiled and shrugged at his friend. "I honestly don't know Bro," he said. "Most of the girls in science are kind of lame."

Caleb frowned. "Nadia isn't that lame."

Trevor chuckled. "Yeah right whatever," he said as he began to move towards the entrance while pulling Caleb with him. "Come on let's go before coach kicks our asses."





Lance

Coach had divided them into teams of five a usual and once again, Trevor and Lance were on the same team. Bruce was the captain of his team and Bruce was the leader of his.

"Your defence Trevor! check your defence!" Coach kept yelling. "Dante! what the hell are you doing out there? stop kicking like a girl and play ball, come on!"

Trevor passed the ball to another teammate before running up to the penalty box. "I'm Open! I'm open! Trevor yelled.

The other player was about to take a shot in Trevor's direction, but he was suddenly tackled by one of Bruce's team-mates. Although he couldn't pass the ball to Trevor anymore, he was still in possession.

"Here!" Lance's voice called from behind the boy and he quickly spun and saw Lance waving his hands as he was running towards the post. "Over here!"

The boy took the shot before the ball was finally trapped by Lance. As Lance raced towards the penalty box, he saw Trevor drop his shoulders and he knew why. Lance made it to the box and immediately saw Dante waiting to tackle him with a smirk on his face.

"Where do you think you're going,queer?" Dante snickered. "You know you can't score."

Lance paused and glared at Dante, trying very hard not to take a heavy shot at his crouch. Lance then looks to Trevor and notices that he is open and also the closest to the post. He looked back at Peter and smiled before he blew him a kiss just to rile him.

Dante's face hardened in response to Lance's gesture and then he charged for Lance, but Lance is way ahead of him.

"Trevor! Your goal!" Lance yelled before giving a powerful shot in Trevor's direction.

Trevor trapped the ball and aimed for the post. The keeper hurried towards him, but wasn't fast enough. Trevor gave out a powerful shot towards the net before any of his opponents could reach him.

"Goal!" all the boys roared and yelled as they all hurried and ruffled Trevor's hair. Lance saw Trevor jog back into the field and for two seconds, he glanced of at him. Lance didn't know how to respond, but before he could think of anything, Trevor mind was back on the game.


The game ended Three goals to two with Trevor's team in the lead. "Nice game boys!" the coach clapped as he gathered everyone at the end of the practice. He had said he had an announcement.

"We've got a major match coming up," he announced then paused and looked at them individually before he went on. "...against Westley High."

"What?" Peter and Dante exclaimed before the looked at each other. Bruce just threw his head backwards with a laughter that seemed to say 'This can not be happening'.

"Aw hell nah," Aaron groaned.

Lance said nothing. He just turned and looked at everyone around him groaning and swearing before he turned towards the coach with a smirk on his face. Kentworth had not beaten Westley for five in any football match. The Westley players were so brutal, they even came close to winning the state championship last year. Kentworth had not even made it out of the qualifying stage.

Coach then went on to assure the boys that our set and team was going to be the one that was going to break the jinx. He told us that we were going to make training more rigorous and more intense.

"We're gonna beat this clowns!" Coached cheered and the boys all roared in response; punching thier fists in the air.

After a while, the gathering dispersed. Everyone was heading for the locker room now and Lance followed.

Lance suddenly felt some grab his shoulder before he spun around and felt his heart skip when he saw Trevor smiling at him.

"Nice game, Lance," Trevor patted Lance's shoulder with a smile on his face before he hurried past him with Caleb right beside him.

Lance slowed down his pace as he kept his eyes on Trevor. He felt fulfilled for some reason, and happy that Trevor had acknowledged his contribution.

He was so lost in the thought of Trevor's compliment, that he didn't notice the smile that slowly appeared on his face as he kept his eyes on Trevor.

DivineSpecial:
becca2017 help me beg Slymer ooh Lance should not get hurt please

And you in your purple dress, you are Nadia, hands down.

becca2017:
Whoa! those guys are cute mehn.. but pls, for the love of indomie and egg, dont hurt my Lance oh, especially on Prom Night

Lol... Just saw your picture on your profile, you are the African version of Stephanie Morris for sure.

Hehehe.... Let's see what happens

The Others

"The Kentworth kingdom" is made up of so many cliques. We've seen the Princes and princesses who are the seen as the most attractive clique in school. but we also have the Wizards and warlocks; these are the nerds, the science geeks, the brains and the straight A students. But still, compared to the royal class of Kentworth, they are regarded as nobodies.

Lance Tiffin...

....on the other hand, is one person that defies the norms and the cliques, that's why he is my favourite character so far. In Kentworth, those who categorised are seen as the freaks. The homosexuals, Lesbians, Bisexuals, Antisocials, Goths and weirdos are seen as the Demons and Monsters of Kentworth, and nobody likes Demons or Monsters, right?

1.Lance Tiffin
2. Stephanie Morris
3. Lenny Foster

The Kentworth Princesses

Now, over the years, Kentworth High school has seen itself as a sort of medieval Kingdom were Kings, Queens, princesses and Princes exist. Lol, I know, kids right..SMH. Anyway, these girls are probably the most envied by thier peers in school because they are all dating the Princes, they are automatically princesses and like thier male counterparts, one of them will be crowned Prom queen come Prom night. Girls who hate them call them the three witches.

1.Lisa Watson (Trevor's Gf)
2. Nadia Johnson (Aaron's Gf)
3. Megan Summers (Bruce's Gf)

My people..... what's up? Make Una no vex abeg. Today was really busy so I didn't have a chance to write anything. So, I decided to do something I should have done at the beginning of the story. I'm going to put faces to the names and characters you already know, okay? These are pictures of my characters.

The Kentworth Princes

Three of these guys (Trevor, Caleb and Bruce) ha been friends since they were seven years old. Then when they got to the age of eleven, Aaron joined thier brotherhood. They are regarded as four of the Most attractive guys in school and are adored by female students. Thier title as the Princes of Kentworth came as a result of them being obvious Nominees from which one of them will win Prom king that year at thier end of year Prom before they graduate. Yes, they are high school seniors.

1. Trevor Bowman
2. Bruce Hanson
3. Caleb Dickson
4. Aaron Lamar