Chapter 1:
Miles was annoyed. He was sitting at his desk, and the last thing he was thinking about was French. He was watching Tristan, who was perched on the edge of his chair with his ankles tucked behind each other. He was a few people in front of him on the right, three people to be exact. Miles had counted immediately when Tristan hadn't sat next to him at the beginning of class. He didn't even seem interested him, instead focusing on the most beautiful language in the world. Miles didn't understand how time could move so slowly. He was pretty sure they had been in this class for centuries, endlessly repeating aloud French verbs in different tenses.
He instead was busy drinking Tristan in, he liked the black shirt he was wearing against his pale skin. It made him stand out in comparison to all of the other tanned students in the room. He looked like a vampire. His red skinny jeans didn't help either, nicely framing his long slim legs as if he was trying to get Miles' attention. They matched the shade of scarlet his lips were, swollen from the way he had been biting them in concentration.
Maybe in a way he was thinking about French, if you could include envisioning having Tristan back up against a wall with his tongue in his mouth. Miles chuckled darkly to himself at the thought. He saw Tristan's eyes glance over to him at the noise, and so he kept his eyes down on his textbook and restrained the hysterical laughter that was threatening to escape out of him to a smirk, wanting to keep his less than pure thoughts strictly to himself.
Ever since the night of the storm, something had changed for Miles. He didn't know where it had sprung from, or if it had always been there and he just hadn't noticed but he couldn't get Tristan out of his mind. Suddenly there was this feeling of want there, and it was eating away at him.
They hadn't spoken since the morning after they had kissed. Tristan had gone home later that day and as the school had been trashed by the fierce weather they hadn't been expected to return to classes straight away. They'd exchanged the odd text about how messed up Degrassi was, and how it was cool they got a week off. They had even arranged to have another movie night to replace the one that had been so rudely interrupted by Frankie and Chewy, but Tris had bailed on him last minute, saying that something important had come up. Miles was pretty sure that 'something important' meant he was worried about what might happen if he had come over, and to be honest, he'd been tying himself up in knots because of the anticipation of what might happen all day himself. He'd been slightly relieved when Tristan had told him he couldn't make it, because at least he could relax again, but he felt more disappointed at not being able to find out what was going to happen, especially considering he'd gone over so many scenarios in his head all day.
When they had kissed, it hadn't felt anything like how Miles had expected it to. Even though Tristan had kissed him once before, to actually kiss him back was very, very different. His mouth was soft, for some reason Miles hadn't thought it would be. Him being a guy and all that, he had expected it to feel rough, but it hadn't. It was warm and sweet, and he tasted weird, but a good weird, like a deep cinnamon flavour with a hint of a citrus twang. When Tristan had first put his mouth on his, it barely lasted a second and it hadn't been enough to satisfy his curiosity. Miles' body did the work before his brain had even had a chance to process what was happening. He remembered leaning back in, his hands coming up to Tristan's hips before he'd given them permission, pushing him back against the wall so he could get them closer. He'd felt Tristan's hands tighten on his shoulders, and he'd taken that as his agreement that he hadn't crossed a line. Or maybe that he had, but neither of them gave a fuck. He had felt the hesitation in Tristan's hands though, as if he wasn't really sure whether to push him back or let him get closer. As if he was trying to mentally calculate whether their friendship was worth the risk, but god knows he did his best to kiss that doubt out of him as quickly as he could and Tristan hadn't pushed him away so he must have done a decent job. He'd barely even got to register how good his body felt pressed against his before Winston interrupted them, it wasn't the first time his best friend had been a prime time cock block.
'Monsieur Hollingsworth!' came a screeching female voice that tore him out viciously out of his all-consuming daydream.
'Yeah?' he answered still dazed as he adjusted back to reality. 'Oui?' he added as an afterthought, not wanting to be attacked with any complicated questions about French verbs.
'Is there something you wish to share with the class?' his teacher asked, in her heavy accent as she threw him a look that was full of disgust considering he seemed to have better things to think about than the importance of being able to speak proper Francais in his future life.
'No, sorry Mademoiselle, I just zoned out for a second.' He replied, batting his long dark eyelashes at her and giving her his best bad boy smile.
'Kindly pay attention in my lessons.' She replied, and Miles physically watched her go weak in the knees for him. Just like they all did. Her eyes softened and her body relaxed as her voice answered in a kinder tone. Women were easy and he knew just how to charm them, and he managed to do so with effortless expertise. It was a shame that right here and right now, a girl wasn't what was leaving his mind so wrecked. As she went back to teaching her irrelevant lesson, Miles felt the burn of Tristan's eyes on him, turning his attention to the boy that was leaving him mind blown he lifted his own gaze to meet them.
The second their eyes locked Miles could feel it, the weight of their unfinished business. The unanswered questions that they both needed to resolve. The wonder at what the fuck they even were right now. Can you go back to being best friends with someone you've just made out with? Miles didn't think so, the chemistry between them was unbearable and now he really wished Tris had come over to his last week, because at least then they could have set some boundaries before going back to school. Miles watched as Tristan's eyes sparkled, contemplating firstly what to say, and secondly whether to say anything at all.
'You okay?' Tristan eventually mouthed, lips turning up in a smirk that said everything that Miles knew he was thinking.
'Talk at lunch.' Miles whispered back and he watched as his blonde counterpart nodded slowly, wondering what exactly they were going to talk about and whether he was ready for it.
Miles didn't have any answers, in fact, he didn't even have any questions right now. He just knew that he wasn't done with Tristan yet. At this rate, he wasn't sure he was ever going to be. He glanced up at the clock in desperation, it was 10:50 am. Just another hour and a half to go, this was going to be a long day.