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Benjamin's P.O.V

I left home earlier than usual and walked along my street until I reached Nazza's house. He was out the front, like always, working on his bike. Today he was wearing a white tank top with grease marks and denim shorts that had be cut off above the knees. He looked hot. I mean, attractive. I mean, yeah, anyway. I leant over the fence with one arm.

“Hey,” I called out. Nazza looked over, and waved with his two first fingers, kind of in a salute.

“Going to school today?” I asked him. He nodded.

Wow, how conversational. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I'll wait and walk with you then,” I chuckled. Nazza frowned at me for a second before turning his back to me and squatting to look at the brace for the back tyre. My skin tingled and a picture of Zain popped into my mind. I sighed and leant further into the fence, slouching over it. I needed to find him. But where to start looking? I guess I'd have to break into the records again and see what that name was all about in my box. Maybe I can get Matt to join me. I can't let Garret be the distraction though, he already did it and twice would be a give away. Hmm, maybe I could find a different tactic, like breaking in through that window instead of out. Then I wouldn't have to sneak past the secretary. Hey, that's not a bad idea.

“Okay I'm done,” Nazza said beside me. I turned to see him walking towards me this side of the fence. I had to double take. He was wearing a navy tank, the school button up shirt but it was unbuttoned and flowed open, the tie resting loosely on his chest.. Nazza's bandanna was looser and some of his hair was coming underneath it. He was also wearing black skinny jeans.

Houston, we have perfection.

I shuddered and rubbed the back of my neck.

“Cool man,” I said casually and we headed off to school together. We walked half way to school in silence and then I had to break it, I hated not talking.

“So how are you?” I asked awkwardly, looking around the place, anywhere but him.

“Fine, how are you?”

“Fine.”

“Mm riveting conversation,” Nazza chuckled. I laughed nervously.

“So what year are you in?” I suggested.

“Junior,” Nazza said to me. I gapped at him.

“Seriously? Dude you look like twenty,” I laughed. Nazza shrugged.

“That's probably why Dave lets me in the bar,” he chuckled. What? A bar? He hangs out in a bar? He's looks like the kind of guy who would play pool in a bar actually. He looks like the kind of guy who would look hot bending over the pool table to strike.

Oh god, somebody get me a cold shower. No, no, no, no, no, think of Zain. NO DON'T THINK OF ZAIN THAT WILL ONLY MAKE YOU MORE EXCITED!

How was it that only a few days ago I'd been freaked out by this guy, thinking he was shifty, and now suddenly I was thinking about him stretched over a.... ANYWAY!

“You drink?” I raised an eyebrow at Nazza.

“Eh,” he shrugged, “Only really on special occasions. It gives me... nightmares.”

“Fluffy sexy unicorns? Yeah they're the worst,” I laughed. Nazza punched me in the arm.

“Dude, you're so weird,” he chuckled. I gulped and rubbed my arm absently.

“So ah...” I gulped again. Why was I nervous?

“Yeah?” Nazza asked, stopping and facing me. I felt even more self conscious with his eyes boring into my face. I looked away, starring intently at a tree.

“Are you, you know, gay too?” I mumbled.

“What?” Nazza asked, almost in a shocked tone. Shit, I over stepped it.

“Ah, nothing,” I blurted and continued walking. Nazza ran to follow me; he grabbed my wrist and turned me around.

“No dude, what did you say?' he asked. He didn't sound angry, so I chanced it.

“Ah, I just asked if... if you were gay... too?” I bit my lower lip. No taking it back now. Nazza stared at me and I tried not to look at him. God this was awkward, why won't he speak?

Nazza's P.O.V

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG okay man, breath! Just think straight. Well okay, not exactly straight considering the sexier man, who happens to also be gay, just asked you if you were gay. Yeah, relax. This doesn't mean he likes you. It just might mean he needs some gay support from a guy who's in the same boat. Yeah, a sexy sexy love boat. OH GOD MAN, keep it in your pants.

“Yeah,” I breathed. Benjamin's head snapped back to face me lightning fast. I took a step back by the force. He smiled, then shrugged and out his hands in his pockets.

“Okay cool,” he said and walked on towards school. I took a deep breath and walked after him.

“Ah yeah, well that was random,” I chuckled, hoping I sounded casual about all that. I walked a little behind him so I could check out his ass in today's jeans. Yum!

Okay, so I like to try before I buy, nothing wrong with that. God. So sue me!

The boy was hot, I was weak to his seductive powers. I swear if it's not lust it's love. He makes my heart saw. It literary jumps in my chest when I see him. I still think he's a conceited prick though.

Benjamin's P.O.V

I got to school and the first thing I heard was...

“FLUFFY!”

Then Blake ran full pelt out of Garret's car, over a commodore and tackled Nazza beside me. They fell back onto the ground and Nazza winced.

“Bud, where's my love huh? Don't you care about me anymore?” I whined, giving Blake my puppy eyes. Both Blake and Nazza were looking at me.

“Aw, I'm sorry B. I love you,” Blake jumped off of Nazza and leaped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist. I grabbed his thighs to hold him up and hugged him back. I looked down at Nazza who was now sitting up and our eyes locked.

“I love you too,” I said. Oh shit, that slipped out. I mean, I meant to say it, I was saying it to Blake. I wasn't supposed to be looking at Nazza. Nazza blushed and pulled himself to his feet quickly.

“See ya round,” he said and walked off towards the school entrance. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! I let Blake go and he skipped back off to his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around him. I thought of Zain and I choked. Someone patted my back.

“You alright there Ben?” Matt chuckled. I nodded and covered my mouth with my hand, shaking my head. Matt saw the tears threatening to overflow in my eyes and he pulled my head into his shoulder and hugged me.

“We'll meet you guys there,” Matt called over me. I could practically feel garret and Blake walking away with confused expressions. Matt pulled me away to the side of the parking lot, away from other people coming to school. Matt grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back so he could look into my eyes. He wiped his thumb under my eye and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Ben, tell me what's going on,” he said. It wasn't a request.

“I think I'm in love with him,” I mumbled.

“In love with who?” Matt said ever so patiently.

“Zain, my ghost.” My head was bowed in shame.

“I see. That's why you've been happier and sadder.” A statement, not a question. I nodded anyway.

“I need you're help breaking back into the school records. I saw his name on a card in my box, but we had to go before I could even look at it.” I looked up into Matt's eyes with determination.

“No Ben. I'm sorry, we can't risk it again.”

“I have a different plan,” I told him. He seemed to think about it then nodded.

“Alright.”

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Garret's P.O.V

I hate being the distraction. So this time I was glad I was the look out.

I was standing at the front of the school tying my shoe lace while secretly keeping an eye around me. I stood slowly, checked my watch, and then tapped my leg twice.

Blake's P.O.V

I saw the signal Garret was supposed to give and I lit the corner of the paper with a lighter. I held the paper under the Smoke Detector and it went off. I blew out the small fire on the paper and chucked it in my pocket along with the lighter and ran from the empty classroom and down the hall and casually walked into the group of people leaving another classroom in a hurried motion to the fire escape. I was good at camouflaging.

Matt's P.O.V

The smoke alarm went off and the siren sounded. I could see people coming from their classes, teachers trying to gain control. I waited until I saw Blake join a group of people, then I took out my knife I levered the window open. I left it open and ran off around the building towards the second entrance. I opened one of the double doors and held it out for students now spilling out of the exit into the car park. I saw a foot disappear through the window.

Zain's P.O.V

I was sitting in the back of my class tapping the end of my pencil on my desk and starring out the classroom window when the smoke alarm went off, followed by the fire siren. Everyone started shouting and rushing for the door. I walked casually behind them and when I was out in the corridor someone jumped beside me. I looked over to see Blake, who winked at me and put his finger to his lips. I nodded once to acknowledge him. I wonder what's he's up to. I know Benjamin will be involved. Was that what he was crying about this morning?

Benjamin's P.O.V

The siren went off and I saw Matt wait a few seconds before opening the window we'd escaped from many times. He then rushed around the building and opened the exit so the door covered me while people ran out as I dived into the bushes and climbed through the window. I fell to the floor and looked around. It was clear so I got to my feet and raced to my student file number. I yanked the box from the shelf, put it on the floor and popped the lid off. In seconds I located the slip with Zain's name on it.

Benjamin Andy Warner.

D.O.B: 21031994.

Mother: Sandra Jean Harper.

Father: George Dylan Warner.

Orientation: N/A.

Action: B.W.

Outcome: I.P.

Note: Heightened awareness from Zain aka Subject 11.

Subject had been under wraps for seven months.

Object suffers Insomnia.

Subject 11 continues need for further surveillance.

What the... I flicked the card over and over. There was no last name. I took a picture of the card with my phone and then angrily I threw the card back into the box and slammed the lid on. I got up, kicked the box, put my hands on my head gripping at my hair and paced back and forth, trying to think. This would be my last opportunity to be in here, I needed to make it worth while. There was running and voices outside the door so I shoved the box back on the shelf and ran for the window. I jumped out of it and pushed the window shut behind me. Then I crawled in the bushes around the school which was now evacuated thanks to my plan. I didn't bother trying to sneak in with the rest of the students, they'd be with the teachers grouped in the middle of the oval. I'd be noticed easily. So instead I climbed and tree by the car park and waited until people started appearing again and I could join them. I didn't have to wait long before the school started filling after the teachers discovered there was no fire. While I hid Blake, Garret and Matt had been spreading the rumour among the students that they'd seen some kid walking out of the bathroom smoking.

Everyone was returned to their classes to start fourth period.

“Find it?” Matt whispered to me. It went unnoticed because everyone was whispering amongst themselves about the fire scare.

“Yeah. No last name. Only more questions,” I whispered back and pulled out my phone, showing him the picture I took.

“I don't see anything,” Matt said, handing back my phone. I took my phone and stared at it. The screen was completely black. I flicked through all my files, trying to find it. Nothing, just another plain black picture. I growled and put my phone away.

“It said Zain was something called Subject 11,” I told Matt. I didn't know what it was. Or why. All I knew was I was going to find out. I was going to find Zain, and I was going to make him mine. A flash of Nazza's face appeared in my mind and my gut churned.

Shit, I was in love with both of them. How is that possible? I barely knew either of them. It's not fair.

I needed to weight up my options.

On one hand, I liked Zain first. And he was cute and happy and troubled.

On the other hand, Nazza was real. Like touchable taste-able real.

No, I still wanted both of them.

Zain's P.O.V

I wrote my name down on the top of my math quiz.

Zain Davies.

My name was so boring. I turned the page over to reveal the blank back and drew a heart.

Zain Davies loves Benjamin Warner.

I scribbled out the little drawing and smiled to myself.

“Hey Nazza,” my friend Todd tapped my elbow. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows.

“What?” I asked.

“Still working on that motorbike dude?” Todd asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “It's nearly done. My brother Saxon is just giving me some money for the tyre belts cause Cherub keeps chewing them.” Todd laughed.

“Nice man,” he said and turned back to his quiz when the teacher gave him a look.

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