The sound of the door behind him abruptly opened and slammed shut which made Tristan smile deviously. Finally, he and Grant could have a moment alone to themselves. It was difficult keeping up with their affair especially with a lot of wandering eyes, his house being no exception. His mother began to take notice that her son was acting more unusual (she had asked him whether he had got himself a lover which he had nonchalantly replied, "no mother" as lying had become a daily occurrence.) His phone would suddenly beep with messages from his brother asking him simple questions like, "How are you?" or "Are you eating well?" most likely teaming up with their mother. He hated making them worry though some part of him felt a little happy they were thinking about him.

They had no idea what he was doing. How he and Grant would share a moment in his bedroom, on his couch, in his car, in the schools storage closet. He just couldn't keep his hands to himself though Tristan was more than willing to give him anything he wanted and it would only be soon, after he graduated, that they could really be together.

He couldn't contain the cheeky smile as he felt a hand over his shoulder, "Hey babe, you took lon-" He turned around to give him a kiss, but stopped dead in his tracks. Leant in, eye to eye, the regular chestnut eyes were misplaced with ocean blue and instead of tan, his pale undertone made his face light up even in the dark.

"Miles?" Tristan blinked and jolted back against the shelves. The loud rattle of old cleaning products were heard among deafening ears as Tristan could not find it in himself to turn away, "What are you doin-doing here? Classes are-"

"Who did you think I was?" Miles voice made him swallow, hard.

"Don't be ridiculous, who would I meet in a storage closet?"

Miles didn't buy it one bit however, "Who is 'babe' then?"

"I was just kidding. I knew you were following me so I just had to take advantage of the situation and make Mr. Hollingsworth the Third uncomfortable." The lie fell easy for him; He was a natural talented actor afterall.

"Don't lie to me. I know who you've been seeing. The English teacher? Really?"

Couldn't breath, "I don't know what you-"

"I saw you in his car."

Which time? "He was helping me with something!"

"Oh?" Miles light jab made him flinch, "What was it.. P.E? Health class?"

Tristan grit his teeth, not liking the use of tone, "Shut your mouth! What? Suddenly after Maya dumped you, you have more time to stalk me now?" He noted the flash of anger in his eyes, but didn't waver. He couldn't.

"Tris.."

"I have to go." He fixed his shirt and pushed himself away from the shelves, passing him which failed as he felt the hand grasp at his and force him to stop, "Tris, please just talk to me."

Tristan could no longer look at him, "Just don't tell anyone alright. We're.. in love."

"In love? Hah, don't make me laugh. He's in love with you alright. Probably enjoys watching you scream while underneath him, sick freak."

"..."

"... You guys didn't.."

Tristan shrugged his arm away and moved towards the door. Miles held him back with his other arm, "Don't touch me!"

"He's out there talking with a student. He sees us and we're both in trouble." He forced Tristan to turn and placed both hands over his shoulders, "Tris, just look at me."

Tristan refused.

"See? He's got you all shaken up, you can't even look at me."

Tristan looked up at him with annoyance in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed, trying to hold back the tears, "There, happy?"

".. Tris, he's no good for you. You're just going to end up hurt."

The doors suddenly opened letting in a flash of light which made both of them squint like deers caught in a headlight. Miles loosened his grip as Tristan turned immediately to face the intruder.

"What are you two doing in here?"

"Hi Mr. Yates... We were just... He was just.."

Miles interrupted, "I spilled something in the hallway so I came here to get a mop. And saw him here." He had no intention of hiding his annoyance as he bumped passed Tristan and avoided Grant, "So after school, my place?" He asked, turning to him unexpectedly for an answer.

"Er.. I can't." Tristan muttered as he turned to figure out Grant's expression. Nothing, "I have a lot of homewor-"

"We can do our homework together. Unless you have other plans?"

Tristan bit his lip and turned to Miles, but he was no longer looking at his face, "Okay Miles, I'll come over." He said finally, guessing that their talk was far from over.

"Meet you at my locker after school, bye." The two lovers waited as the third party left and as he was no longer in sight, Grant pushed Tristan further into the storage closet. He walked in and shut the door behind him then turned towards him with a sudden angry expression,

"What have you told him?"