Hey everyone, it's your author pal Aerie! This chappy is more serious than the other ones, and definitely not as funny as the other ones either. But, it's still a great chappy! I want to thank some people including, Enigmus, Jenn, Chels, C, Degrassicutie1, OCDdegrassi, Judgemaster Alexander, DegrassiDancer18, and, 1f9. Oh yeahhhh, I forgot to tell all of you, my story does not go along side with the show, So Jimmy's not in a wheelchair and Spinner never got expelled, and Moonlight Desires never happened.Anyway. on with the show!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi, or any of it's characters, I don't own Darren Hayes's "Love and Attraction", or Starbucks products.but I still own the Ghetto Jag!

Warnings: Minor homosexual conduct, jealous boyfriends, and the use of the word 'fuck' a lot. In fact, Marco says it a ton...eheheheh...

Author's note: I have no clue what the word 'mobius' means, it was in the song...and I know Jay would never use it either...but, deal with it! And, the chapter name was too long to fit in the chapter boxy thingy...so I had to improvise and call it, Who's the bitch now...but the main title is still Carmel Macchiatos, Leather pants, and crappy love songs

Please R&R.

Caramel Macchiatos, Leather Pants, and Crappy love songs

2:56 PM: Wednesday: Marco's bedroom: Marcos' bed: Under Marco's covers

A few days had passed since the incident with Jay, and Marco was feeling pretty shitty. He had been basically been avoiding everyone, Ellie, his band, Jay.and especially Dylan. Oh God what was he going to do? He busted their love, or did he? Marco was thinking more and more about having two people in his life. Jay and Dylan, Jay knew Marco was seeing Dylan and obviously didn't mind. But, Dylan on the other hand, well, Marco didn't know. So he decided to not tell Dylan.EVER! It was a Wednesday, Marco had feigned Sickness since Sunday, forcing his mother to call the school and tell them her son would not be coming in until he felt better.

Lying in bed kept Marco deep in thought most of the time, and usually none of his family came in unless he called for them. He had received a few phone calls, one from Dylan, which Marco definitely did not pick up, one from Jay, whom he called back saying he had the flu, two from Ellie, asking if he was dying and telling him how worried she was, and one from Craig telling him band practice was on Thursday night, Marco feebly answered his call and said he would try and make it. Marco groaned why did people even bother calling him, don't they get that he's 'sick' and needs peace and quiet? Obviously not.Ignorant fools!

"Mama!" Marco croaked, "Advil Please!"

It seemed necessary now, his head started pounding again, his stomach was in knots (guilt no doubt), and he just felt like everything hurt. Moments later his mother brought up two red tablets with a small glass of water. Surprisingly, she was wearing a big smile, Marco didn't like this.she was up to something.wasn't she?

"Visitors!" she exclaimed shoving the Advil in her child's mouth.

"Jesu Christo Mama!" yelped Marco, who nearly choked on the pain relievers. He grabbed the water and gulped some down to rid him self of that gross, gagging feeling. His mother's eyes sparkled, he still couldn't figure out why she was so excited, yet she felt no regret for almost killing him with Advil.

"Marco!" cried Craig, who was followed by Jimmy, and Spinner.

"Hey guys." said Marco guiltily, "What's up?" he asked hoping they would do most of the talking.

"You know Craig, never having a song written, and making Spin and I run around frantically like chickens with our heads cut off." said Jimmy, who gave Craig the fish eye.

Marco couldn't help but laugh, though he did feel funny, in the past couple months a lot of weird things had kept him from hanging out with his friends, and practicing in his band.

"Where have you been buddy?" interrogated Spinner accusingly. He had his arms crossed over his chest and did not look happy, a small trace of betrayal graced his features.

"Yeah about that," began Marco nervously, "I have been really busy lately, with being president, tending to Dylan and.umm..working on my penmanship!" Marco finished lamely.

Jimmy cocked an eyebrow at him, "What are you talking about? Marco, your handwriting is neater than any girls I have ever seen. Plus I don't see Alex running around with her VP duties." said Jimmy.

'shit.' thought Marco his expression looked pained he really didn't want to tell his fellow band mates what had been going on.

"What's going on?" demanded Craig. They all seemed to looked worried and frustrated, something was up and the three boys knew it. Now, how was Marco supposed to explain this.

"Let me put it simply.boyfriend troubles." he looked at them praying they would take it, technically it wasn't a lie, he was having trouble.staying with one boy.

"Oh! What a relief, we thought it was something serious!" laughed Jimmy, Craig nodded too in agreement he too was chuckling. Spinner on the other hand was not convinced.

"Spin?"

No reply, the blond kept his eyes centered focused on his sneakers.

"I was meaning to ask you Marco, will you write us up some new lyrics.?" asked Craig sheepishly.

"I knew it!" cried Jimmy, "I knew you weren't writing when I called you last night, bastard." He and Craig doubled over in laughter, they were soon joined by Marco and Spinner.

"I'll see what I can do." said Marco, "No promises though, alright?" they agreed.

"Alright so we'll see you tomorrow?" questioned Spinner. Marco's friends looked at him expectantly.

"Yeah, I'm healthy enough to go to school tomorrow."

"Great! See you later then!" and with that the boys trooped out of his room, and Marco immediately fell asleep.

6:59 AM: Thursday: Marco's bathroom: pitch black: totally out of it:

"Ugh.Light switch?" he groped the wall sleepily for the switch. "Shit!" he screeched as he tripped over the plug of his hair straightener. It was too early to get close and personal with the bathroom rug. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair, he was mad a his straightened for tripping him so he didn't touch it. Instead he grabbed some gel and flipped out the tips of his hair. It didn't look cliché like a surfer kid, but it was hot, and made him look like he had this 'I don't give a fuck about you' look to it. Carefully he applied his eyeliner, his eyes looked smoky, and most definitely sexy.

Marco exited his bathroom and headed towards his closet. He chose a black shirt, which was very, very tight and exposed his midriff, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair of black Monolos. Today was a day where Marco needed to stand out, he had been hiding for quite some time, and now it was time to show Dylan and Jay who's boss. Marco of course was fretting, he didn't know what to say or do when his boyfriend would approach him, or if Jay were to come up to him and yell at him for not returning his calls. But, for some strange reason, all that fear disintegrated once he grabbed his Gucci sunglasses and used them to push his hair back. Marco stealthily slunk out of the house and hopped into his black Ghetto Jag.

"Hey Baby." he drawled as he gently grabbed the clutch of his car. Oh how he missed his Jag, it had been 4 days since he drove it, and during those four days he was very cranky. The engine roared to life and Marco tore out of the garage and out into the street. Driving to Degrassi, he felt confident, really, really confident. Now, he couldn't wait to go to school and see everyone. When he cut the engine he sat there for about 13 seconds and checked his reflection in the rear view mirror.

"Perfection." he said. Marco stepped out of the car, and stuck his keys in his left pocket. Time to make an entrance, he sauntered into school, people's heads turned and some even gasped. Marco looked hot, real hot. He walked right past Dylan who was ruefully pushing a cart full of books. A group of girls trailed behind him, fawning over him, asking him about hockey, so clueless, dipshits.he's gay!

"Marco?" he asked his tone of voice was evident of shock. The group of girls stopped walking and whipped their heads around.

"Hmm?"

"How have you been? You haven't returned any of my calls." stated Dylan almost angrily.

"..." Be confident Marco thought to himself. "I was busy." he replied bluntly.

"You look so hot." said Dylan oblivious to the shock on his fan's faces.
"Yeah, and?" asked Marco.

Dylan did not understand what he had done wrong, had he made Marco mad?

"C'mere." he said wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's waist, slowly it was making it's way down his ass.

"Omigawd! They're gayyyyy!" whispered one of the girls excitedly.

"No." said Marco pushing himself away from the older blonde, "I'm not in the mood for you." he snubbed and walked away.

"Marco!" Dylan yelled, now he was pissed, he was the man in this relationship, not Marco.

Dylan's fan girls just giggled and whispered as Marco walked away.

8:14 AM: Marco's locker: Next to Jay's locker: Enter Jay Hobart.

"Marco?" asked Jay disbelief, "Is that you?"

"Yeah." great answer Marco, say something cool, c'mon think of something!

"You look, Wow." the older boy trailed off.

"You like what you see?" asked Marco seductively, as he ran a hand down the front of his shirt, and it stopped at the waistband of his leather pants. Marco's hand fingered the waistband with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, I like what I see." said Jay, his eyes were filled with lust. When he saw the coast was clear he bent down slightly and smacked Marco's ass.

'Why does it always have to be my butt?' Marco asked himself.

"Oh.so you like my pants?" asked the young Italian with a boyish gleam in his eyes.

"I like the whole outfit." replied Jay, who looked Marco up and down.

Marco stood on his tippy toes and placed a brief kiss on Jay's lips. Marco, although he won't admit it, definitely had a major attraction to Jay. Was he liking Jay more than Dylan? Nah.

"...Marco. Not in school."

"I think it's sexier, and more dangerous in school." said Marco, who was playing with the collar of Jay's shirt.

"I just don't..."

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The bell sounded it's first warning, "Jay." giggled Marco, who puffed out his left cheek for Jay to kiss.

"No way!" laughed Jay.

"..." Marco stuck out his bottom lip and pouted.

"Oh alright." sighed Jay, and he quickly kissed Marco's cheek.

'Oh Fuck.now I'm acting like his bitch.we're not fucking married! I'm not like this.I'm the alpha male!' thought Jay.

Hmmm.seems these older boys don't know who they are up against, Marco has them eating out of the palm of his hand.

Approximately 8:49 AM: Media Immersion Lab: Bored as hell.

"Marco? Earth to Marco Del Rossi! Mr. President!" cried Mr. Simpson annoyingly.

"What?" asked Marco who was equally or more annoyed.

"Watch your tone. I was trying to tell you, that you dropped a grade level."

"No!" Marco was panicking, "What is it Mr. S?"

"An 'A'." he replied solemnly.

"Are you kidding me?"

A voice interrupted him, "Marco, calm down. You're over reacting." said Ellie soothingly. She was alarmed, Marco wasn't himself lately, he was curt, more reclusive, and he didn't care much about anything lately.something was bothering him, big time.

Marco stayed quiet for the rest of the class, and quickly typed away on his computer, doing the extra credit Mr. Simpson gave him.

Meanwhile: Mr. Armstrong's class: Jay Hobart: as usual not paying attention:

"Jason?" asked Mr. Armstrong, "What is the answer to number 5?"

Jay looked up at him and sighed loudly, "Does it look like I did my homework?" asked Jay sarcastically, motioning to his usual empty desktop.

"Do it upon the board now Mr. Hobart." he said sternly holding the piece of chalk out to Jay.

Jay grabbed the chalk out of his teacher's hand, and briskly walked up to the chalk board. And much to Mr. Armstrong's dismay, he wrote, "I'm leaving." in big block letters. Earning him a few sniggers from the back of the room. So with that, Jay strode out of the room, not paying attention to any of the words Mr. Armstrong was yelling.

Jay strolled out of the school after he stopped by his locker to get some paper and a pen.

He found a spot outside in the sun, where he sat, warming himself. Marco was in a band.right? Jay was thinking about this for a little bit.he could write Marco a song.would he write it for Marco, or address it to him.He tried it out.Slowly ideas came to his head. And he began to write them down.

"Sitting on the street, thinking of your ass." he said aloud, "No, No good." he crumpled up the paper and threw it on the ground.

"Quit putting that spell on me.boyyyy..." he read, "Oh fuck no! What kinda shit is this?" he laughed to himself.

"Death is upon my door, nothing less nothing more, my life without you is a bore." that got crumpled too. Finally he got the perfect idea!

"I want her, she wants him, he wants me, I give in.
I want her, I want him, I don't want anything.
I started questioning, the rules of coupling.
This strip is mobius, it's never ending."

Jay was so excited it took him another 20 minutes to finish, but, it was so worth it! He had written a full song, for Marco. Shit.he just wrote a song for Marco! What does this mean?

"Great.now I'm a fucking fairy." Jay muttered to himself. He stood up and walked into Degrassi, trying to remember Marco's locker number. Despite the fact their lockers were side by side, Jay still had trouble remembering his own number. Once he located the younger boy's locker, he folded the song in half, and taped it to the metal storage compartment.

12: 42 PM: Cafeteria: Lunch: (disgusting) 'Turkey Thursday':

"Hey Marco!" cried Paige, who waved at him.

Marco strutted over to towards her table ever so gallantly, so the whole cafeteria could get a good glimpse of his ass.

"Hi Paige." he said as he sat down.

"I love your outfit!" she cried, "But, I would never have expected someone like you to be wearing 'leather'." she giggled.

"Are you trying to impress Dylan, because if so, it's working." stated Craig who discretely pointed in back of Marco. There sat Dylan who stared forlornly at his younger boyfriend, it was quite sad really. His eyes were clouded over with lust, and every so often he would lick his lips as he ogled Marco's fine ass.

"Feh. Whatever." spat Marco.

"Oh my! Someone had a bowl of 'bitchy' for breakfast this morning." laughed Spinner.

Paige glared at Marco, "What's wrong with my brother, why are you ignoring him?" she demanded angrily.

"Who said I ignored him?" asked Marco defensively.

"Umm, dude, everyone." said Jimmy.

"What are you talking about?"

"Okay, you know Natasha?"

"Yeah.what about her?"

"Well, she and her clique follow Dylan everywhere, she saw you snub him so she told Heather Sinclair, who told everyone, and then it got to Hazel who told me." said Paige.

"And.you don't care, that I'm being gossiped about?" questioned Marco.

"Why would I? You don't care for my brother!" shouted Paige.

"Stop being such a drama queen!" Marco yelled back.

"I'm not the one who's a 'Queen'!" she shrieked furiously.

Ouch. That got to him.

"Gee Paige.that was mean." quipped Hazel, who watched Marco get all huffy and stalk away.

Dylan watched Marco storm out of the cafeteria, and he took the opportunity to be the good boyfriend and calm his love down.

Dylan followed Marco out of the room and found him fuming in the hallway.

"Okay, that was weird, what happened?" asked Dylan.

"Wouldn't you like to know!" cried Marco.

"Actually I would, I want to know what's wrong with you! You've been bitching about everything lately, and quite frankly I'm sick of it! I can' t have a single conversation with you anymore, without you complaining about everything I do!"

"I have not!" Marco retorted.

"Yes you have. What do you want from me?"

"Right now.I want you to leave me alone!"

"No! If I leave you alone, you're just going to continue to dress like a slut-" but he was cut off by a lightening fast slap across the face. "Fuck! What the hell did you do that for?" yelled Dylan, rubbing his cheek.

"You can't talk to me like that!" screeched Marco with tears streaming down his face. "I've been under so much stress lately, you don't even know, and with Jay-!" Marco gasped.that slipped out. Fuck...

"I knew there was something going on between you two!" roared Dylan who was so angry you could see the daggers in his eyes.

"There's nothing going on between us." stated Marco nervously 'Think dominance Marco, Be strong.'

"I should have seen it coming.Jesus, I took my eyes off you for 3 seconds and now you're sleeping with him?"

"No! I wouldn't sleep with him. You're being irrational."

Mid-fight a few of Dylan's friends (well friends that worked at Degrassi also, meaning they still went to university) came up to see him.

"What are you two lovebirds fighting about?" asked a boy named Nate.

"None of your fucking business." growled Marco, who kept his eyes fixed on Dylan's.

"Guys now is not the time." stated Dylan.

"Man, I thought you said he was your bitch." said Richard, the tallest of Dylan's friends.

"You said what?" screamed Marco, "So I'm your bitch now? Dylan."

"Marco wait."

"We're through!" replied Marco, his eyes brimming with tears.

"You can't leave me! I love you!"

"Yeah, well who's the bitch now!" shouted Marco.

The young Italian tore off down the hall towards his locker. Dylan glared at his friends,

"I can't believe you guys. I just can't...Ugh!" he cried, and walked away in the opposite direction.

"Fuck...I just broke up with my boyfriend." sobbed Marco, he could feel his eyeliner dripping from his heavily-coated lids. "I just broke up with Dylan...I love him."

"And I thought it was marvelous." spoke a voice from behind him.

"Jay? What are you doing here?" asked Marco sadly.

"I...umm came to comfort you," said Jay who stood in back of Marco and wrapped his strong arms the juniors body. Marco liked the warmth radiating off Jay's chest. Jay sweetly and uncharacteristically wiped a tear from Marco's eye.

"You're better off with out him." soothed Jay.

"When did you become so nice?" asked Marco sarcastically, his eyes still dripping with tears.

"When I met you." replied Jay quietly. Marco could feel himself blushing, under his beautifully dressed exterior was an extremely, sexually confused boy.

Finally he broke down, Marco let down his guard completely and turned towards Jay and sobbed into his chest.

"Why! Why was I such a bad boyfriend to Dylan!" wailed Marco.

Now Jay was at a loss for words. He had never dealt with a crying boy, exceptions to himself. He nervously patted Marco's back and held him close. Jay never remembered ever being so attracted to anyone in his life. Nor had he ever remembered being so nice to someone before, or hugging them for the matter, or kissing them or.falling in love with them.

"Shhh...it's okay, you're going to be okay."

"No I'm not!" cried Marco who slammed his small fists into Jay's chest.

"Ooof!" puffed Jay, he wasn't expecting to almost get the wind knocked out of him.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything, I'm sorry for Dylan, I'm sorry I got roped into it! I'm sorry I liked you! I'm sorry I..." and then Marco stopped speaking and rested his head on Jay's chest.

"Marco." Jay nudged him, "People are starting to stare."

Marco wasn't paying attention, this only made him cling closer to the older boy. Now Dylan was out of the picture Jay was all his. And you better believe he was going to use this to his advantage.

"Fuck what other people think." stated Marco plainly.

The raven haired boy tilted his head back and Jay ruffled his hair affectionately. Marco kissed Jay, licking his bottom lip, and sucking on it gently. Jay opened his mouth slightly and Marco's tongue entered smoothly. Their tongues caressed one another and Jay felt very much aroused.a little too much for comfort.

The bell sounded signaling the 6th period class was about to begin. Jay shoved himself away from the younger boy.

"Later." said Jay who walked briskly away from Marco, he didn't like all this PDA. Sure, maybe in private, but, not out in the middle of a hallway. He didn't want anyone seeing them together. As far as they knew Jay was the 'man in charge' and he was definitely not gay.

Marco trudged through the rest of his classes, and cried through his last two periods. School breakups were awful he decided. In fact, he couldn't believe he was single again, he and Dylan had been 'together' for quite some time. Whenever someone asked him what was wrong, he would snap at them and tell them to shut the fuck up.

Finally school ended for the day, and Marco's eyes were still red and puffy. But, luckily he concealed them behind his sunglasses. When he got to his locker he noticed the small piece of paper taped to it.

"What's this?" he asked himself. He opened it, and in it contained Jay's song.

"Oh." said Marco dumbly, he liked this, he liked it a lot.

At the bottom of the page it said, "Thought of you when I was bored.don't let it get to your head.-J"

"This is different. I can use this for the band.maybe they'll even let me sing it!" he cried. Although he was obviously, upset be his sudden breakup with Dylan. He couldn't help but feel excited.Jay wrote him a song, he was going to band practice, and he was single again. His heart was so fucked up he didn't know if he should feel happy or sad.

On the way home Marco stopped to get a low fat Carmel Macchiato. When he entered Starbucks he felt very alienated, all the kids in there were in university. It made him think of Dylan...but, Dylan was gone and he was happy right? He bought his drink and exited the coffee shop. Sitting in the outside seating area he sipped his Macchiato, and lost it. Sobbing uncontrollably, he cried, like really cried. Like a young child, unbridled, big fat, tears ran from his eyes, like a running faucet. And during the course of his late reaction to the fact that Dylan and him were really over, the words of Jay's song resounded in his head.

"Love and attraction
Love and attraction
Love and attraction
You can chase them forever
Are they ever together?"

So...umm...what did you guys think? This chapter was sooo long! And there was not enough sexiness in it, that's my opinion anyway. This chapter was a lot more dramatic than the others...and all of it only took place in 2 days! But, don't worry Marco and Dylan aren't over just yet. smirs evilly MUAHAHA!

Next chapter I will add something relatively close to a sex scene...wait I got it...readers choice!

If you want something really SeXy, just tell me so in the review.and if you don't want one, just say no! WHOOOO! Review, because you love me.

Xoxo,

Aerie.