Brian had turned on some music he'd found in a small room on the upper floor and it was loud enough to fill the whole library, as we all danced around insanely in different parts. Suddenly, 'We are not alone' by 'Karla DeVito' came on and I almost squealed in excitement; this was one of my favorite songs right now and you couldn't help but dance to it, which was fitting. I danced around, going to different places and moving my body as energetically as I could, because the song deserved nothing less. I saw John headbanging on top of the statue he was sitting on and subconsciously, I was worried he would fall off. I danced over towards Allison, joining in with her spinning around. I turned back around after a moment, jumping up onto a table on the side of the library in front of two rooms. I started headbanging to the song, my long hair flying everywhere for a good thirty seconds at least, until my head started hurting. When I stopped, everyone had seemed to come around there to dance as well. I jumped off the table, watching as John and Allison got on, doing a synchronized dance with their feet as everyone danced along while watching them. Then the three guys got on and did the dance from 'One Step Beyond' by Madness, which also looked awesome. Cherry grabbed mine and Allison's hands and we got on the table as the guys got off, still dancing. We did a shuffle sideways with our hands out in front of us in a snobbish way. The whole thing was a blast and it took a while for us to calm down once the music had stopped.

I was on my belly on the floor, stretched out, with everyone else close by sprawled around in similar positions.

"Lexi?" Allison said from somewhere next to me. I hummed in response. "What can you do?" I turned to look at her, confused, before I realized what she was talking about. I hadn't gotten to tell them what I could do because of Cherry and John's fight and the following argument. I shrugged as best as I could while lying down. I could do plenty of things; what was random enough to tell them about though? "Come on, John said everyone can do something."

I sighed as I tried to think of something I could do and there was a long pause as I did. My brain finally presented me with an image of me doing the bridge from a standing position. I had learned to do it myself. I took gymnastics classes for about two months when I was very little; I quit because I was shitter than everybody else and got bored of it. As a teenager though, it became more interesting to me and I tried to do the things I remembered people doing in the classes I attended. I could do a handstand against the wall; I could almost do the splits, but there was still a ways to go; I could do a simple round-off; and go into the bridge from a standing position.

So I heaved myself up off the floor and tied my hair loosely in a bun with the hair band that had been on my wrist, as everyone watched me curiously. I spread my legs a little further than shoulder width and prepared my back to bend. I held my arms up and then with one swift motion, bent backwards and got into the bridge. I heard clapping, which I thought was unnecessary, as I waited a few seconds before pushing my hands against the floor so that I could stand back up. I felt my face was red from the blood that had rushed to my head and I untied the hair band from my hair as the blood rushed back. Cherry asked me where I learned to do that and I told her I taught it to myself. She asked me if I could do anything else like that and I told her about the handstand, round-off, and almost-splits. John then asked to see the splits with a small smirk on his face, to which I responded with "Perve." I rolled my eyes when he raised his eyebrow, waiting. I stood up again, facing both of my feet forward, one behind the other, because it was easier to do the sideways splits than the front splits. I slid down to a couple of inches off the floor, holding myself up by my hands so I wouldn't go further and hurt myself. Everyone clapped and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. I relaxed my legs, bringing them around to sit with crossed legs, Indian-style.

We sat for a few minutes in silence again, before everyone started dispersing slowly. I walked over to where John was sitting in his chair, fiddling with some paper. I sat next to him and asked him to teach me how to light a match with my teeth. I was excited when he agreed, bringing out some matches from his pocket, because when he had done it, it looked fucking awesome and I really wanted to learn it. He told me the basics of what I had to do, did it himself, and then let me have a go. Or twenty. It took a while for me to get the hang of it and he laughed every time I'd fail and hurt my tooth instead, which I responded to with a punch to his arm. But I was proud to say that I'd only broken one match, and lit two, but only because I didn't wanna waste them. I found it was easier to swipe it across my teeth to the side more to get it to light, and when it did, I felt totally badass.

I thanked him and gave him a hard peck on the lips, pulling away with a grin. He grinned at me as well, but his looked more mischievous. He grabbed my hand and pulled me sideways on to his lap, giving me a proper kiss. It was sweet and perfect -

"Get a room."

And over way too soon. I made a face at Clark as he looked back at us with a grin. John checked the clock and said that he should probably get back to the closet Vernon had locked him in, seeing as there wasn't too long before we were allowed to leave. I frowned a little, disappointed, but let him get up after giving him a few more pecks on the lips. He walked to the upper floor of the library, climbing onto a table and somehow managing to climb back up into the air ducts above the ceiling. I watched him go, realizing there wasn't much time left at all before we all had to leave. As annoying and emotional and strange as the whole time here had been, I would be lying if I said I wished it never happened.

I joined Clark on the railing he was sitting on and we just sat there, in our own thoughts. I was starting to feel anxious about not seeing John until we had to leave and was debating on going over to Vernon's office to find him. I was also debating whether or not I should bring our... relationship up. I know a lot of guys didn't like to be labelled or tied down, but I didn't like to sit on 'maybe's; I liked facts. And right now, John and I were a maybe.

Fuck it, I would either ask him about it or just ask him to be my boyfriend. I was still only in the process of liking him (a lot) so rejection would be easier to deal with than if I left it until I was completely in love with him. But, fuck, if he did say no. I gathered what little courage I had and jumped off the railing, making my way towards the library doors. I opened one, looking both ways down the hall, grateful when I didn't see Vernon anywhere, including his office.

I walked in quietly and then went towards the door at the back, which had the key still inside the lock. Well, Vernon wasn't the smartest guy. I unlocked the door and then quickly made my way inside, closing the door behind me. I looked at John, who was sitting on a table and leaning against some drawers. I smiled at him slightly as I leaned against the door, looking at his shocked expression.

"You lost?"

My smile widened as I replied, "Yeah, I always walk into closets when I'm lost." He smirked slash smiled at me and crossed his arms. "Speaking of. You coming out of the closet any time soon?" I teased.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He said with an eyebrow raised.

"I don't know; what do you think I'm saying?" I asked as I walked towards him with a teasing smile, and he stood up when I was close.

"I think," he said, his hands coming to my waist, "that you just called me gay. Which means that you like a gay guy."

"Who said anything about liking anyone?" I retorted, wanting to wipe the smirk from his face. Mainly because it made him look hotter and I couldn't concentrate.

My lower back suddenly hit something and I realized he had pushed me back towards the other desk. His hands moved from my waist and to the desk behind me, trapping me between it and his body. My breath caught at having him so close to me and I couldn't seem to move. "Oh. So you don't like me?" He had seen me staring at his lips and was mocking me now, shit.

"That depends," I said in reply, using all my will power to look up into his eyes, instead of the lips that were so close to mine. Of course, I was bluffing, it didn't depend on anything; I really liked him and I had a feeling he knew now for sure. "Do you like me?"

He closed the small space between us, his hands back on my waist as his lips collided with mine and knocked the breath out of me. I put my arms around his neck as he pushed himself into me. His hands slid up my back under my shirt as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and I shivered. His hands on my bare skin felt amazing and I wanted him to feel the same thing, so I slid my hands down from his neck to his chest and then his stomach. I slipped my hands beneath his shirt, running it up his stomach and I felt his muscles flex. He released my lips, placing kisses all over my neck as he slid his hands down to my ass and squeezed it, biting my neck at the same time. I moaned as heat shot down to my lower belly and I brought his lips down to mine again. I kissed him enthusiastically, turning him around so that he was against the table and pushed him so he sat on it. Then I climbed up as well, my knees on either side of his hips and he moaned, his hands sliding up towards my bra. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, letting go when his hand finally came to rest on my left breast. He kissed me, swallowing my moan and then squeezed my breast, rolling his hand every few seconds. The third time he was gonna do it, I rolled my hips into his in retaliation, feeling his bulge on my core through our thin pants as he groaned. My hands slid down his back as we continued to kiss and I relished the feel of his smooth skin. We pulled back a moment later and just looked at each other, out of breath.

"Does that answer your question?" He said huskily.

"Well..." I teased, before seeing the opening he'd given me, "Do you have a boyfriend I should know about?"

He raised his eyebrows, not impressed with my teasing, but still looking amused as he replied with a no.

"Great, then would you like to be mine?" I asked before I could chicken out. He stared at me for a little while as I waited for his answer with baited breath. Finally, he started shaking his head and I tensed, but then he said "Yes," with a smile on his face, and my heart got caught in my throat as I relaxed and happiness swelled in me.

"Oh, you asshole," I said, for making me panic, but then swooped in and kissed him, not being able to keep the grin off my face. He was grinning as well, his hands going completely around me as he held me close. I looked at the clock on the side, seeing it was very nearly time to leave and reluctantly started to get off him, saying I had to leave before Vernon caught me, as he stole a few kisses from me. When I finally left the closet and got back to the library, I was practically beaming. I tried to get it under control before the others saw me, but the grin stayed on my face.

I caught sight of Allison and my eyes widened as I looked at her new clothes and make up. If I thought she was pretty before, she was stunning now; you could actually see her face properly. Her cheeks looked a little dark, but she still looked amazing. I walked over and made sure to tell her so, asking when this had happened. She told me Cherry had given her a makeover when I'd left and lent her belt to her as well, which surprised me. What surprised me even more was when I saw Cherry sitting next to Brian as he was writing something. He hadn't actually done the essay, had he? Ally saw me looking and explained that he was doing a sort of mock essay for everyone, which basically said that we weren't going to do the essay. It was nice of him and I think Cherry was starting to like him as well if both of their shy glances and smiles at each other were anything to go by.

When it was finally time to leave, I walked out with everyone, meeting John in the hallway as he came out of Vernon's office. I couldn't control the grin that made its way to my face when I saw him and he smiled right back, bringing his arm around my shoulders as mine wound around his waist. We all walked down the halls together, no one without a smile on their face at the turn of events from this morning. We saw Carl as he was mopping the floor and smiled at him as we passed, which he returned.

"See you next Saturday." John said to him as we passed.

"You bet." Carl responded, nodding at both of us with a smile as we grinned at him.

We walked through the school doors, John and I slightly further back from everyone else, a few cars waiting and pulling up. I saw Cherry run over to Brian after they had separated and kiss him softly, which caused me to grin and smack John to make him look. As we got to the bottom of the steps leading into school, we watched Allison and Andy kiss as well, and I couldn't help but feel giddy for her. John turned me towards him as we stood in front of the school and gave me a short, sweet kiss, similar to the others. I smiled up at him as the cars drove away from the school and John and I walked towards the football field.

We knew that's where we would separate so we walked extra slow, enjoying each others company. The moment came all too soon and I stopped walking and wrapped my arms around his neck in a hug. This somehow felt more intimate as he wrapped his arms around me and I closed my eyes, breathing him in and cherishing the moment. We pulled back slowly and kissed gently, sweetly - lovingly, before walking off in different directions, a smile stuck on my face.