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After a very long, mind blowing kiss, Dask smiled shyly at me, picked up his controller, and killed my player!

"Hey!" I said, and scrambled for my controller, while he laughed.

We continued playing for a little longer, and the whole time, I couldn't get my mind off the kiss we'd just shared. I was sneaking sidelong glances at him, and my eyes noted the slight pink in his cheeks, his shining eyes lit up with happiness, and the soft curve of his lips which constantly held a faint smile.

Every now and then, Dask would catch me looking at him, and he'd blush. His eyes would dip and flicker away from mine. I was pleased by his reaction, knowing that I affected him in some way.

My mom knocked on the door before she opened it, and looked pointedly at me. "It's time for homework, Jo."

I grimaced and set my game controller down.

Mom continued, "Dask, I'll wait downstairs while you gather your things, and then drive you home."

"Alright, thanks, I'll be down in a minute," he said as he placed his controller down too.

Mom smiled and nodded at him, then shut the door after she left the room.

Dask picked up his schoolbag and moved towards the door. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," he said to me.

"Yep. Bye." I felt deflated. Not only wasn't I going to get another chance to kiss him tonight, my mom was on the warpath, and going to make sure I studied tonight.

Dask hesitated in the doorway. "You okay?"

"Just peachy," I said.

Dask smiled softly at me. "I'll help you with your studies tomorrow, after school, if you want."

My hopes rose at the thought of him coming here again after school tomorrow. "Okay, that'd be great," I said.

"Okay. See you then," he said, but stayed in the doorway, looking at me.

I returned his gaze, thinking how I couldn't wait until tomorrow, when I was going to convince him to let me pin him to my bed and kiss the absolute shit out of him! I lowered my voice and said, "Okay."

Dask's whole face went pink and he looked away awkwardly, clearing his throat. "Okay, bye," he managed, before he left the room.

I smiled to myself. I loved making Dask shy. It was so easy to do. A little suggestion here, a lowered voice there, he was like putty in my hands. I was excited for tomorrow.

I tried to do my homework, but I found myself not focusing on it. I was meant to write a piece on Macbeth, a strange story written by a dead man who wrote his sentences back to front, from what I could tell. But, my mind was pressed with questions on how to ensure I got to kiss Dask again. I was relieved when, after an hour of studying, my mom called me for dinner. I had little to show for the past hour, but I decided, after a shower, I'd go online and look for some information from others who'd read the story.

My family and I had dinner together, minus Derek, who'd returned to college. Then I had a quick shower and brushed my teeth, before making my way back to my room to study. I felt refreshed, and determined to get something more done, before going to bed.

I went online, typing in 'assignments on Macbeth'. I wasn't going to cheat, and use someone else's work, only make sure I was on the right track, by reading other people's ideas, and the way they structured their responses in their projects. The temptation to just copy and paste someone else's assignment, was great, but I plodded along, trying to get an honest grade. Knowing my luck, I'd be found out for plagiarism if i tried to cheat anyway.

Needless to say, I lost interest fairly quickly, within the first half hour of returning from dinner to study. I moved the computer mouse to click open a new page, all set to type into the search engine 'how to get the motivation to study when you're failing'. I knew it was a long thing to type into a search engine, but I was hoping for at least some useful advice. The only problem was, I found myself entering into the search box instead: 'is it normal for guys to experiment with each other?' There were a flood of results, and I opened the first result in a separate tab, deciding I'd had enough of doing my homework, for the night.

I scrolled through some people's ideas of what they thought was and wasn't 'normal' experimentation between two guys. Most people thought it was normal to experiment. Some guys said they'd experimented as a teenager, yet grew up to be 'straight' and preferred females. Others thought it was a healthy way to discover your own sexuality. Everyone, including those who were straight and those who were gay, had different ideas about where the line was meant to be drawn, before you could consider yourself gay. Someone said that half of all guys had experimented with other guys, and the other half have wanted to try it. There was a comment that said it was more common than most people thought, it just wasn't spoken about. The last comment I read pretty much summed up how I thought, and said something like: do what you think is best for you, discovering for yourself who you are is healthy, and it doesn't mean you're gay, unless you want to be.

I switched off the computer, and lied down in bed, thinking about what I'd read. I figured Dask and I were fairly typical, except that I wanted to kiss him. Also, the fact I think he's cute and has a hot body probably means something, but it might not either. Everyone seemed to have a different opinion. I only cared what I thought and how Dask felt. I wanted to make out with him and kiss him, pure and simple. I'd worried about what it meant for too long. I just wanted to mess around with him, I no longer had a girlfriend and neither did he, so we weren't going to hurt anyone by messing about together. As long as we were honest with each other.

I went to sleep, knowing I needed to have a good talk with Dask tomorrow and let him know what I really wanted. None of this 'no more kissing or making out' crap. We're only young once.

The next day at school, I was asked out by a really nice girl, who I'd known since the first grade. Her name was Tammy and she was a friend of Kelly, which isn't really surprising seeing as all the girls in our grade practically grew up together, and they're mostly all good friends, from what I could tell. I'd declined politely, saying I wasn't interested in another relationship just yet. Some of the guys at school questioned my sanity, but seeing as I'd had a girlfriend for two years, more experience than a lot of them had, they pretty much left me alone about it.

Dask was another matter. He was apparently going to be asked out by Clara again, the news of it was all over the school. The same Clara from before, who broke up with him, it hadn't really been his choice from what I could gather, and they had remained good friends. I wasn't sure, after all this time, how Dask felt about her. I'd tried to not ask him too much about her, because he didn't like to speak about her, which still irked me.

Dask didn't meet my eyes or talk to me about it, all day. I knew it was none of my business, and I tried to not let it bother me. But, that afternoon when I planned on asking him what happened, I saw Dask get into Clara's mom's car with her.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I read the message: 'Sorry, I can't come over today. I have something I need to do.' I scowled at the phone, then roughly shoved it back into my pocket, not bothering to reply.

I boarded the bus, swiped my pass and sat in the back. Mike sat down next to me, apparently not scared off by the lethal looks I was shooting everyone who bothered to approach me.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" he asked.

I sighed, and looked out the window, not in the mood for talking.

"Hey look, there's Dask in Clara's car. He must have said yes to her." Mike nudged me and pointed out the window.

"Maybe," I said.

I had a sudden thought, and pulled my phone out of my pocket, logging onto the net. What I saw on both Dask's and Clara's facebook pages gave me hope. In both of their 'about' section, it had as the status of their relationship: single.

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Thank you for reading!

I don't know if this story makes sense anymore. I lost about two chapters of work when I tried to clear my computer of a virus. I had something totally different to this chapter in mind. I'm sorry if it's not up to scratch.

There's probably only one more chapter of this story to go. I hope you're satisfied by the ending.

Please let me know if you see any mistakes, cause I'm really tired right now and I'm sure there's some.

Lots of ♡

- dreamydaze

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