Soooo here is the second chapter. I thought I'd do it from Stark's point of view again just to try and test out a few things with my extra characters (Caleb, Jonathan, and the extra guy I might give a name to in this chapter) and remember, I'm always open to ideas! And sorry I'm so late guys :(

Stark

My classes went by slowly, and I got in trouble a few times for not paying attention. It really wasn't my fault though. The entire time throughout all of the classes we were in together, Erik was laughing and flashing his brilliant white teeth, along with his gorgeous smile, topped with his hair falling over his eyes from time to time. I watched him, nibbling on the edge of my eraser. He was talking and laughing with his friends Caleb, Jonathan, and that one guy whose name I didn't know. It seemed he knew mine though, because I heard it fall from his lips a few times.

Every time he said it, they would all look over at me and Erik would smile. I felt my face turn red and I'd look down at the impossible assignment we had been given. Do they know? Are they only laughing because they know I'll never have a chance with him?

I proceeded to bombard myself with questions I knew wouldn't get answered until class was over. I shoved all of my stuff in my bag and rushed out, keeping my eyes glued to the ground. I knew today was the day I'd have to break up with Zoey and get this mess over with. I couldn't stand hurting her more than she deserved to be hurt.

Before I could get anywhere passed the classroom, though, I felt a strange presence hovering over me from behind. I turned around and saw one of Erik's friends. He was giving me the same hard look as he was in the cafeteria. I bit my lip and forced a polite smile. "Hi." I say quietly but he still says nothing. He hands me a note and I take it, frowning slightly. I could see Erik's neat handwriting on the inside. I start to ask him a question, but he was already lost within the sea of people.

Sighing, I go to find Zoey. I shove the note in my front pocket on my way down the hall. I finally spotted her, standing there and laughing with Erin, Shaunee, and Stevie Rae. "Zoe. Can I talk to you?" I ask her and she turns around, smiling at me. She looked so happy. "Sure, babe. What is it?" I glanced over at all of her friends with a look that says scram and they walk off.

"Zoey.. I don't think we're going to work out." I murmur and she frowns. "Are you breaking up with me?" She asks and I nod. "There's someone else.." I trail off then I feel a sharp sting on my cheek as she slaps me. "Asshole." She spats then storms off. I sigh and rub my cheek then start heading back to my room.

Once I'm there, I take out the note and look at it. It read:

Stark, I can see the way you look at me in class. It's pretty obvious that you like me. But dude, I'm straight and I plan on staying that way. I hope one day you find someone that could love you back, but I'm not that one person. Sorry.

Erik Night

I bite my bottom lip then tear the note into shreds. I pick up all of the pieces and throw them away before Erik gets back. I knew he'd probably see them in the trash anyway, but I didn't care. I laid down on my bed and went over what I had done to Zoey for nothing. I made myself look like a giant ass for no reason, and no I'm pretty sure the entire school knows I'm gay. And I was crushing on Erik Night. Gah. Fuck high school.

I fell asleep, but was woken up when I heard the door creak open. I kept my eyes closed and evened out my breathing to pretend I was still asleep. I heard multiple footsteps enter the room, and they all walked over to Erik's bed and sat down. They spoke in hushed whispers, but I could tell most of what they were saying.

Caleb: "Do you really think he's asleep?"

Erik: "He's a good faker. But it doesn't matter. He won't care."

Caleb: "Are you sure? I mean, he does have a crush on you."

Erik: "Then I think it's time he got over it."

Caleb: "You're probably the gayest straight boy I know."

They both laugh, and then I can hear them kissing. I inwardly cringe and bite my tongue to keep from screaming at him. Straight my ass. So he was actually with Caleb? What the serious hell? Did anyone else know about it? I had never seen them together like that.

I swallowed the pain in my chest and tried to go to sleep, but pretty soon both Erik and Caleb were moaning, making it impossible for me to sleep. I tried blocking out the sound, by listening to the birds chirping outside.

They made-out for probably an hour before Erik told Caleb it was time to get some sleep. I sighed in relief when I finally heard Caleb leave and closed my eyes tightly. Then I felt strong hands rubbing my back and I looked over my shoulder at Erik. He was smirking at me.

I jerked my body away and hissed at him. "Leave me the fuck alone, Night." I spat and he rolled his eyes. "Oh c'mon Stark. Don't act like you don't still want me." I roll my eyes and sit up. "Not after that I don't." He raises an eyebrow, trying to act innocent. "I thought you knew. I'm sorry."

I throw my arms up and shake my head. "That's it. I'm switching rooms." I mutter then stand up and storm out, going straight for Neferet's room. I hear him running after me, then feel his powerful grip on my arm. He shoves me against the wall and gets up in my face, glaring at me.

"You aren't doing anything, Stark." He growls and I stare up into those ice blue eyes. I could see the alarm in them, but the anger seemed strange to me. If I looked close enough, I could just see the hurt behind the mask of other emotions.

I found myself being shoved back again. I frown when my back barely hits the wall. Was I really moving closer to him? Shit. "Haven't you already figured out that I don't really want you, yet?" Erik asks and I smirk a little before shoving him back, away from me. When he was close around, I really couldn't think. My head got fogged up and the sounds of his moans rang through my mind.

I shake my head to rid the thoughts and watch him give me a puzzled look. "I really don't care that you don't want me, Erik. You're just a stupid boy crush. That's all you'll ever be."

Now the hurt in his eyes was clear. But I decided to keep pushing. "Actually, I was more into one of your friends. The quiet one. What's his name?" I ask, using my best gay guy accent while I speak.

"Demitri." He murmurs and I grin. So that was his name. Huh. It suits him well, though. "So why have you been drooling over me this entire time if you really had a crush on him?" Erik asks, the puzzlement back on his face. I shrug. It made me seem like a whore. Well, to me it did.

"Well, he is your friend, isn't he?" I ask and Erik frowns again. "You were just using me to get to him? If that's it, then why were you dating Zoey?" He asks again and I sigh before sashaying myself back to our room. "You'll understand when you're older." I say and I can almost picture him rolling his eyes at me.

"I already am. So let me understand now." He states and I shrug just a tiny bit. "Maybe later when I'm not so tired. But the sun will be coming up soon. Don't wanna be caught out in that, do we?" I ask over my shoulder.

He follows me back into our room, shaking his head the entire way. Once we get in, he shuts the door and locks it before going over to shut the blinds. "Tell me what's really going on with you." He says. His voice was dark, as was his face, but that was probably because he was standing in the shadows.

I sit down on my bed and shake my head. "I don't think I will. Mainly because it's none of your business, and also because you flat out lied to me about 'not being gay'." I say and roll my eyes, laying back. As soon as my head hits the soft pillow, I'm being dragged to my feet and getting pushed up against the wall.

But this time, I was actually up. My feet weren't even touching the ground. I'm pretty sure I let out a startled squeal, because Erik grins. "You really are extremely gay, aren't you?" He asks and I glare at him.

"Will you stop finding random reasons to touch me? You already have a boyfriend. So leave me alone." I growl but he continues holding me up by my waist. I could feel his waistband press against my lower regions, which wasn't helping the blood flow to my brain any.

"You and I both know you've wanted me to touch you for a long time."

The way he said it made my skin tingle; goosebumps started rising quickly. "Erik." I say firmly and force my eyes to harden. "Just don't. Okay? I really don't want you to and I'm sure Caleb doesn't either."

The look in his eyes doesn't change. He was still looking at me with that same hungry predator look. "Caleb can go suck a dick." He murmurs and my eyes widen. I shake my head and push against the strong biceps that were holding me up. "Erik Night. If you don't stop what you're doing this instant I am going to scream!" I say loudly and feel him step back, but he still doesn't let me down.

I continue. "I'm not even joking. Put me down or I'll tell Caleb t-tha-"

He interrupts my stammering. "That what? That I pushed you against a wall?" He says then throws his head back and laughs. "That's pretty pathetic. And I hope you realize that Caleb and I aren't dating."

They aren't dating? So does that mean he's just using Caleb to make me jealous or something? Is he playing hard to get? "Put. Me. Down." I growl and he finally lets go of my waist to let me down onto my feet. I push him back again and storm over to my bed. "Leave me alone now, please. I feel like sleeping." I mutter.

Sleep isn't really what I wanted. What I wanted was to let these thoughts and sentences settle into my brain so I could think them through. None of this was believable. None of it. So why could I feel all of it?

Why could I feel his hands on my waist, pushing me back harder and harder each time I struggled? Why could I feel the muscles in his arms and chest as I pushed him back? And why could I feel my heart flutter whenever his tone got deep and sexual?

All of these thoughts and many more were mauled over in my head before I fell into a deep, restless sleep. Because wants again, Erik Night filled my dreams.