P2 Notes

LadyDragonsblood: We completely respect the lifestyle, and we're always so grateful for your advice. Everyone reading this should take LDBs advice over anything that we write, as both Cal and I know that we're not perfect and that we don't have a solid understanding of what the lifestyle completely undertakes. So don't try anything that we say, or take anything that we write as fact.

Guy above is dum: Can I suggest that you spell your name correctly otherwise you yourself will look 'dumb'. See, Cal here is straight. And my girlfriend already isn't fond of her. So no, trust me. She wants nothing to do with me marriage wise.

Always Straightedge and proud: No, we don't get our ideas from 50 shades.

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Cal's notes:

Slaughter3211: Punk is stubborn, and has good reason to be. Of course Jeffy :P Shield you ask? Lol.

LadyDragonsblood: I'll cover this quickly because I'm freaking exhausted and I STILL have to work on my day off *Asshole bosses! UGH*. I don't and will NEVER read 50 Shades of Grey, I hate that series with a burning passion. That's a shoddy excuse of a series that is basically Twilight without Vampires/Werewolves. So you can dismiss that claim there. Second, we never stated that April was a professionally trained dominant; we hinted that she was interested in the lifestyle/ had some toys Kaitlyn got her. For me Dom is easier to say/sounds better than Domme. *Shrugs* I respect the lifestyle. I know the terms; I've done my homework on it. It's called fan 'fiction' for a reason. Thank you, glad you enjoyed something from the chapter.

Tina: You know he loved it. Lol. I just hate when men are called feminine terms… it's annoying. We'll see. Thank you for the review!

BrightAsNight: I'm getting good at mind games; my boss plays 'em on me… -_- Agreed, you know she will. It's actually Dom/sub. No capitalization on 'sub'. :P Here's the next chapter hon!

shiki94: Thank you. I told you so. Math would be punishment to me… Here's the next chap.

Always Straightedge and proud: Read ^ LadyDragonsblood's reply. I HATE 50 Shades of grey.

takers dark lover: That's fine.

Guy above is dum: Are you fucking kidding me? I'm straight! Second, if you aren't writing about the fic, don't bother reviewing! Thank you.

AJ took Punk's hand as they caught up to Kaitlyn, Seth and Eve the next morning.

"Hi guys," she said cheerfully, Kaitlyn smiling at her before both she and Seth turned dirty looks on Phil.

"Where were you yesterday?" Kaitlyn spat. "Do you have any idea how upset you made AJ?"

"Yeah you made all of us worried sick!" Eve hissed crossing her arms. "Seth was going to send his dad over to your house; we thought you were fucking dead."

Phil took a step back, backing up against the wall as it was Seth's turn to kick him while he was down, the brunette getting in his face.

"What did I say about making April cry?" he snarled.

"Guys quit it!" April yelled. "I took care of it last night; we're ok, so drop it!"

"He hurt you… you looked like you were broken yesterday, and he comes walking back into your life and you just let him walk all over you…" Eve mumbled quietly, her eyes fierce as were Kaitlyn's and Seth's.

Phil swallowed hard, feeling like that scared skittish teen that he was before April and Kaitlyn forced him to hang out with them. He pulled his hand out of April's and stormed off towards the school, running even though the back of his thighs hurt, even though his still bruised mid-section protested against it.

He had to get away, he felt suffocated. He ran until he could no longer hear or see April and her friends, he ran until he was about to drop, he ran until Dolph Ziggler's fist stopped him, violently, landing him flat on his back. He felt the blood running from his nose, letting out a cry of pain as he tried to stop the bleeding.

"Aww… poor, poor little Phillip…" Dolph taunted with a smirk as Miz and Riley dragged Phil to his feet. Phil closed his eyes regretting his decision to run away.

"Fuck you guys, I told you it's taken care of!" April yelled. "Kaitlyn control your girlfriend for fucks sake." She took off running after Phil, Seth sighing as he ran after her.

Kaitlyn planted a kiss on Eve's cheek, smiling at her before she took her hand and ran after her friends, Eve easily able to keep up.

"Let me go you fucking Malibu Barbie." Phil mumbled, quickly letting out a grunt of agony as Ziggler brought his knee up into Phil's stomach. "Fuck…" He whimpered as Miz snickered and grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head back.

"You're such a little faggot you know that?" he hissed in Phil's face before ramming his forearm into his jaw, making Phil's head snap back.

"Mike look who it is." Riley told him, pointing to April, Kaitlyn, Eve, and Seth running toward them. Phil renewed his struggles, not wanting them around him. "Let me go." He growled only for Ziggler to backhand him.

"Get off him!" Kaitlyn yelled, lunging forward and catching Miz with a spear to the stomach. Seth took Riley down with a few hard jabs to the throat and sternum, and AJ shoved Ziggler as hard as she could manage.

"Get the fuck off me." Miz snapped as he nudged Kaitlyn off of him, quickly getting to his feet. "Fuck this shit." He snapped as he left with one hard kick to Phil's side as he walked by. "Come on Riley!" He growled as Alex shoved Seth away; backing down and leaving with Mike.

Phil coughed, ignoring his bloody nose and hugging his mid-section, rocking himself back and forth, trying not to get sick from the pain and nausea. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" He whimpered quietly as he pressed his forehead against the cement.

"The fuck do you want?" Dolph hissed as he crossed his arms leering down at April.

Kaitlyn moved to stand in front of April, Seth standing beside her.

"Fuck off Barbie," she sneered, crossing her arms.

"You ok baby?" AJ whispered softly, resting a hand on the back of Phil's neck as she knelt beside him.

"Get away from me… I don't need your help… I don't want their help…" Phil whimpered as he started crawling away from April.

Dolph smirked as he held his hands up in mock surrender, backing away, heading away in the direction Mike and Alex went.

"Shh baby, its ok," she soothed. "You know I can't just leave you like this."

"Like the way he left you…" Eve mumbled silently to Kaitlyn.

"Just fucking go." He snapped, glaring at all of them. "I don't want your help or your fucking charity; I'm not going to be someone's fucking charity case!"

"Kaitlyn, we don't all jump down your girlfriend's throat all the time," AJ warned, Kaitlyn wrapping an arm around Eve's shoulders.

"You're right," she said, replying to both April and Eve. "Baby, just leave it for now ok?"

"Okay. I'm sorry." Eve replied softly as she leaned against Kaitlyn. Phil felt April's hand gently massaging the back of his neck as he buried his face in his arms. "Go, get away from me…" He growled, pulling himself away from her.

"Good girl," Kaitlyn praised, smiling at Eve.

"No," April said firmly. "I fought for you last night; I'm not going to let you go now."

Phil grunted as he sat back, scooting backwards away from her. "Well… your friends…" Phil stopped to look at Seth and Kaitlyn. "Don't feel I'm worthy of you and… I agree with them. I'm not going to stand here and get screamed at when they don't even know the whole story. Why I up and left… why I had to get away… It's not worth it…" he mumbled as he forced himself to stand, grabbed his back pack and walked away, leaving April, Seth, Kaitlyn and Eve.

April ran forward and caught his arm, forcing him to stop. "They don't think that," she whispered. "They don't think that at all."

"She's right," Kaitlyn said. "But you made her cry Phil, that's not something that we like. We never thought that you weren't worthy of her.

"Exactly," Seth chimed in, nodding.

"I'm not going to get screamed at… especially when it's not my fault. I didn't want to leave her, or make her cry… I've enough misery on my own… I don't need more…" Phil mumbled, pulling his arm from her hold and continuing to walk.

"Alright," Kaitlyn agreed. "No more screaming." She and Seth caught up to Phil, April linking her arm with his.

"Did you not hear me?" He groaned as he pulled away and stormed over to the unisex bathroom, intending to slam and lock the door behind him but April squeezed inside. "I'm just tending to my nose." He snapped.

"I know," she said, taking paper towel from the dispenser and wetting it. She dabbed it along his nose, cleaning the blood away.

Phil hissed as he turned his head away from her. "Don't. I don't need your fucking help." He sneered, letting out a grunt of surprise when April snapped and him back to sit on the toilette lid, sitting on his lap. He felt her grab his hair giving him a stern warning look.

"Don't," she spoke firmly. "My friends are jerks sometimes, I know. But you don't need to take your anger at them out on me."

"No! I'm just tired… of everything. My life is falling apart and they're just shoving unneeded stress on me and I can't take much more… I'm going to snap… I'm going to break… shatter into a million tiny pieces and I'll… I don't know. I'll be even more broken than I am now…" He stressed, tears filling his eyes.

She pulled his head onto her shoulder, stroking his hair silently. "Shh baby, it's ok," she whispered.

"No it's not… I feel like I'm going to get crushed under all the weight of the stress and…" Phil trailed off as he pulled away from April.

"I just feel like I'm not strong enough to deal with it." He admitted looking away from April.

"You're strong enough," she swore, resting her hands on his cheeks. "But if you're not, then that's my job to help you." She smiled gently at him. "You're ok."

"No I'm not… I'm breaking down inside… I'm gonna shatter…" Phil mumbled looking into her eyes, letting her see into his soul, letting her see just much pain he was in both physically and emotionally.

She rested her hand on the back of his head gently. "You're supposed to lean on me," she said softly.

"So… what just drop all my problems on you? Confide in you and trust you'll make everything better?" Phil muttered sarcastically, closing his eyes.

"Why not?" AJ said softly. "I might not be able to make everything better, but I can listen to you."

"Because no matter what… it won't change anything…" Phil whispered against her shoulder. "It won't make it got away…"

"I know baby," she soothed. "I know."

"When this whole thing is said and done… I'm gonna be shattered… You won't be able to fix me." He whispered tearfully. "It wouldn't be worth it even if you did super glue the pieces back together…"

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders silently, resting her cheek on his head.

"You know I'm not worth it…" Phil whispered brokenly into her ear, letting his tears fall.

"I know nothing of the sort," April whispered back.

"Then promise me… Promise me something…" Phil pleaded as he clung to her. "Promise me that you won't let me fall… you'll catch me… promise me you won't let me shatter… and if I do… promise me you'll never give up on me…" he pleaded.

"I promise," she swore, holding him tighter. "I promise."

"I know it's just… pretty words but still…" He whispered as he hid his face in April's neck.

"I'm not letting you down," she promised.

"Cause I'm yours?" Phil asked softly. "You take care of what's yours?" He used her words back at her.

"Exactly," she smiled at him. "Now you're getting it."

Phil sighed as he rested his forehead against her, leaning back to allow her to finish cleaning him up. "Eventually… you'll leave me behind…"

"No I won't," she told him, cleaning his face with the paper towel.

"Yes you will." He told her softly, wincing slightly at the pain. "If I don't make it into the same college as you, you're not taking me with you…" He sighed.

"If you make it into a different college, we'll sort something out," she promised him. "That's not something we need to worry about just yet."

"You'll leave me behind that's what will happen." Phil mumbled softly as he pressed his forehead against her. "There's no damn way in hell you're giving up a scholarship. I wouldn't let you do that." He told her.

"Even if we have to go to different states, you and I will still not break up," she whispered. "We can do the long distance thing."

Phil shook his head. "I can't… that will kill me. You know it will…" he replied quietly.

"We'll figure it out," she soothed, stroking his hair. "For now, let's worry about getting us both into college ok?"

"I'll be at a community college or dead. I already told you that." Phil mumbled into her shoulder, feeling her arms tighten around him. He stood up, easing her off of him as walked over to the mirror to tend to his nose, making sure the bleeding stopped and that he wiped up all the blood.

"Don't talk like that," she said softly. "It's not true."

"Yes it is. I'm just being honest." He replied. "Maybe we should break up to get ready for that… That way when you leave me, I won't be shattered and when you get the news that I'm dead, you won't be devastated." Phil offered feeling April wrench him around, forcing him to sit as she gripped his chin roughly, forcing him to look at her. Phil shivered as he met her pissed off gaze.

"Shut your mouth, and don't you ever let me hear you talking like that again," she snapped. "Clear?"

"Is that an order?" he asked softly.

"Yes." she stated.

Phil slowly met April's eyes, seeing that she wasn't playing with him as he pressed his forehead against her thigh. "Yes Ma'am." He whispered obediently.

"Good boy," she praised, stroking his hair back.

Phil sighed quietly as he felt his Domme practically petting him. "Ma'am?" He asked softly.

"Yes baby?" she asked softly.

"After school… can we…" Phil's cheeks flushed before he could even ask.

She smiled down at him. "Do more of what we did yesterday?" she teased.

Phil nodded quietly, not meeting her eyes as he mumbled "Your parents will be at work… we have a three hour window… and maybe… I'll wear your… uh…" Phil cleared his throat hoping she got his drift.

"Plug?" she asked, smirking.

Phil flushed, squirming slight as he nodded, not meeting her eyes. "Yes Ma'am." He whispered.

"Good boy, wanting to please me," she praised. "For now though baby, let's head to class ok?" Just as she spoke, the bell went.

"Yes Ma'am." He mumbled as he stood up, washing his hands and following April out the door, seeing Seth, Kaitlyn and Eve waiting patiently for them. Phil kissed April on the cheek, shooting a glare at her friends before he disappeared into the crowd, heading to History. He took a seat in the back of the room, waiting for class to start.

"Lay off him, will you?" April sighed, Kaitlyn and Seth both raising their hands in surrender.

"Yes April," Kaitlyn agreed, wrapping an arm around Eve and beginning to walk her girlfriend to class. Seth nodded as well, and he and April headed to their own class.

Phil groaned as Seth walked in. He turned away from the brunette. 'Don't sit by me, don't sit by me…' he thought.

"Hi there buddy," Seth smirked, taking a seat next to the blonde. "We get that project for real today."

Phil punched the desk. "I'm not talking to you." He told him bitterly as he looked the other way.

"You don't have to talk to me," Seth told him. "Just listen. We didn't mean to make you feel worse about yesterday. We were just worried about April. It won't happen again though Phil, I promise."

"I'm not listening… save your breath. I don't feel bad about leaving, I don't. I told her something and trusted her with it, you knowing most of my background should know that I don't trust people often. I trusted her with what I had confided in her about and… she told. Do you know how betrayed, how alone, how much self-loathing I felt after that?" Phil asked looking over and meeting Seth's eyes letting him see into his soul, not masking anything from him.

"No you don't. You don't know what I've been through and you certainly do not know me, Rollins. So for you three to jump on me… You had no right. I get standing by your friends, I do. I've never really had friends save for the few that moved away when I was younger… but I get it. You didn't even know the whole story… but it is what it is… I'm done talking and finished listening." Phil finished as he turned away from the brunette.

"We didn't have a right," Seth shrugged as their teacher came in. "But there's not a lot we can do about it now, except apologies."

"And I don't need any more forced or fake apologies." Phil muttered as the teacher began talking.

"They're not fake," Seth hissed back, pulling out his notepad and beginning to make notes.

"Bullshit. I know AJ made you apologize. I don't need it and I don't need nor want your help." Phil mumbled when the teacher turned her back.

"She has never been able to make any of us do anything we don't want to do," Seth hissed back.

Phil ignored him, pretending to pay attention to the teacher until the bell rang. He sprung up and raced out of the room.

Seth sighed and gathered up his notes, resolving to make April tell Phil that he'd agreed to be his partner on the project.

"Hey Seth." Roman called softly as he spotted the smaller male coming out of his classroom. "Look… I'm sorry about the other day." He told him softly.

"Why are you sorry?" Seth asked, offering him a smile as Roman fell into step with him.

"Getting you upset, scared, I don't know. I didn't mean it." Roman told him quietly.

"You didn't upset me," Seth said. "It just...frustrated me I suppose, that you were so against anything going in you. It's not right, you're allowed to experiment."

Roman shook his head. "I'm not bottoming." He told him. "That's too much control I'm just not willing to give up to anyone let alone Ambrose."

"Having a finger up there doesn't mean bottoming," Seth insisted.

Roman shook his head again. "You give an inch… they take a mile." He muttered was he stopped at his locker to get his books and put his others away.

"Let me do it then," Seth said with a sweet smile.

"I'm fine." He replied with a smile. "Really I am." He insisted as he pulled his books out.

"Ok," Seth said with a shrug and he walked away.

Roman sighed quietly as he grabbed Seth's arm gently. "Do you want to top me? Is that it?" He asked softly.

"I don't want to top you, I just don't want you to pass up experiences because you're afraid of something going wrong," Seth assured him.

"I'm not afraid." Roman argued glaring at the slightly taller brunette.

"You're so afraid," Seth said, turning and walking away from Roman. "I'll see you after class."

"No I'm not!" Roman hissed crossing his arms, glaring as Dean walked up to him with that damn smirk.

"Fraidy cat," Dean teased. "Scaring our boy off again now are you?"

Roman slammed his locker giving Dean a warning look before he stormed off, heading outside.

Dean laughed as he headed after Roman, needing to work the other boy up some more.

Roman had his back to Dean, pressing his forehead against the wall, his eyes closed as he fought to calm himself down before he did something he'd regret.

"So what, you gonna let me finger you or not?" Dean asked, leaning against the wall next to Roman.

"Get the fuck away from me before you get hurt Ambrose." Roman growled lowly as he focused on breathing and trying to stay calm.

"Hey, I didn't mean to get you this worked up," Dean said softly, seeing that the bigger man obviously had an anger issue.

"Just… walk away." Roman mumbled quietly.

"No, what can I do to help?" Dean asked, touching his wrist.

Roman away as if he'd been burned, hissing "Don't touch me! That's what you can do, do not touch me!"

"Alright, alright," Dean said.

"Now go. Go away. Walk away." Roman hissed as he glared at Dean. "No, no," Dean told him. "Fuck me, hit me. Whatever you need."

"I need you to leave!" Roman snapped glaring at Ambrose. "I just need to be alone."

"Whatever," Dean growled, walking away.

Roman slide down the wall putting his head in his hands with a sigh, later today he could take his frustration out during football practice. He grabbed his shit and headed inside seeing Ambrose leaning against the wall. "What the hell?" he mumbled crossing his arms.

"Feeling better?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really." Roman admitted as he walked past Dean heading for his class. Dean shrugged and followed after him silently.

Bryan sighed quietly as he grabbed his lunch and headed over toward the table he usually sat at with Kaitlyn, AJ and Seth, seeing that they weren't here yet. He decided to go ahead and grab it and wait for them, his heart stopping when he heard "Hey look Alex! It's the nerd who thinks he's in our league."

Bryan turned to see Cody Rhodes and Alex Riley smirking over at him. "Aww he looks like he's gonna cry Cody…" Alex taunted as Bryan put his head in his hands.

"Leave him alone," Kane growled, coming up behind Bryan. "Hush."

Cody and Alex held their hands up in surrender. "We were just teasing" Cody defended as they backed off. "Yeah. Relax." Alex mumbled.

"I'm fine." Bryan assured quietly, giving Kane a forced smile as he sat down with his tray.

Kane sat next to him, placing his own tray down. "Good," he said quietly.

Bryan smiled. "I'm kind of dreading practice later." He admitted.

"They won't try anything," Kane told him.

"They're not who I'm worried about." Bryan replied softly. "I'm worried about the Coach… He has it out for me."

"He'll get over it," Kane assured him. "Our tournament is this weekend."

"I hope so. My money is on you." Bryan whispered with a shy smile.

"I've got mine on you," Kane told him, flushing slightly as he lowered his head.

Bryan blushed as he ate shyly. "About that lunch I owe you… this Friday sound good?" He asked timidly.

Kane nodded his flush increasing as he hid his cheeks with his hair.

Bryan smiled as he scooted closer to Kane, enjoying the comfortable silence that had settled over them.

Kane braved a soft smile at Bryan before returning to his food.

"Hey there," Adam said as he jogged up to Cena. They'd been forced to jog laps for gym.

"Adam." John greeted quietly.

"You wanna go out for milkshakes after school?" Adam asked. "Nothing weird about that right?"

"Adam." He warned panting as he jogged.

"What, as friends," Adam protested.

"You made it weird last time it was just as friends." John pointed out.

"And you wanted it, no matter how much you deny it," Adam snapped. "You need to stop letting others rule your life, stop letting what Randy may or may not do decide your actions." He jogged off, letting his longer legs move him faster than John.'

"You knew my terms" John called after him as he jogged off the track.

Adam ignored him. John's original terms didn't involve being pushed away, or totally ignored unless the jock decided it suited him. He had no problems with being kept behind closed doors, but he wouldn't let John decide when it was convenient for him to have a relationship.

John stretched his body after he got off the track. Adam wanted to get pissed off at him, that's fine. He knew his terms; he knew that he was taking a gamble by even having a relationship behind closed doors with him.

Adam glared at John, feeling slightly petty. He didn't care however; he wasn't some whore to be called up at a moment's notice.

John felt someone watching him as he glanced up to see Reeves smirking at him. John gave him a look as Reeves walked up towering over John.

"Ready for practice today Cena?" He asked and John could hear the threat in his voice as he nodded. "I'm always ready." He replied as Ryan scoffed before walking away. "We'll find out." He replied cryptically.

John sneered, feeling his body quivering with barely suppressed rage as he stalked off the track, storming into the locker room.

Adam watched the confrontation, concerned for John but knowing there was nothing he could do.

John showered and changed into his clothes as he stalked off to find a quiet place to think. Reeves was really starting to get to him, starting to get in his head worse than Randy ever could. He ran a hand over his short brunette hair in frustration.

Adam followed behind John, watching him carefully.

John growled, punching the concrete wall in anger, yelping right after. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" He muttered as he held his hand against him. "Son of a bitch…" he hissed.

"Shouldn't punch concrete," Adam told him quietly. "You'll always lose."

John shook his hand roughly, glaring at the blonde Canadian. "No shit."

"Don't get pissy with me, you're the idiot that punched a wall," Adam said matter-of-factly.

"If I'm such a fucking idiot why are you wasting your time with me?" John asked glaring at Adam.

"Cause for some reason, I'm fascinated by you," Adam explained.

John shook his head as he clenched his fist. "Not good enough."

"It doesn't have to be good enough for you," Adam threw back at him as he leant against the wall.

"Look… You should leave." John told him.

"Yeah I don't think so," Adam argued calmly. "You don't get to just decide what I do."

"Actually, I do." John told him as he turned to leave.

"No you don't, you're not my keeper," Adam told him.

"True… but I am mine." John replied as he continued walking until he felt himself shoved against the wall.

"It's not your actions you're trying to control," Adam snarled. "I'll let you in one a little secret. I can be all sweet and innocent, but I'm not some little pushover."

The jock grunted as he looked up into Adam's green eyes. "I'm not controlling your actions, I'm controlling mine." He mumbled as he glared at him. "Move." He told him.

"No," Adam snapped. "Not until you stop acting like a closeted jerk. Admit you like me, and that you want me."

"I'm not saying shit. Move." John warned lowly. "Tell the truth John," Adam taunted.

"Look… I'll get a fucking shake with you now move… My hand is fucking throbbing…"John hissed as he held it tighter to his body.

"That's not what I want," Adam hissed. "Tell me how you feel about me."

John eased himself passed Adam. "I'm not dealing with this shit right now." He muttered.

"Fine, run away," Adam called. "Don't expect me to be waiting for you when you get back." He turned on his heel and stalked off, cursing himself for being at all upset.

John sighed as he continued walking telling himself mentally that it was for the best.

Adam stalked outside, shooting a death glare at Randy as he passed by. If Randy would stop being such a dick, then John could at least hold his hand at school.

Randy smirked, crossing his arms as he watched Copeland pass by him. "Fucking fag…" He mumbled quietly.

"You're one to talk," Sheamus said as he walked up to Randy, a smirk playing across his lips.

"Didn't I tell your pale ass to stay away from me?" Randy asked glaring at the Irish male, feeling the pale male corner him.

"You'll find I'm not one for listening much Fella," Sheamus told him.

"Obviously" Randy muttered drily as he stepped back.

"So why do you go around calling others fags, when you're one yourself?" Sheamus asked with a smirk.

"I'm not gay." Randy countered with a glare.

"Nah, that was just your phone in your pocket the other day," Sheamus agreed.

"You're the fag here." Randy replied as he backed away from Sheamus.

"I didn't get hard against you," Sheamus teased, eyes flashing.

"Bullshit… I felt that shit." Randy argued, glaring at the Irishman.

"Caught me," Sheamus admitted with a grin. "But I wasn't the only one."

"You're still a fag. You still stalk me." Randy hissed.

"Not stalking," Sheamus smirked.

"You're at every practice. Every game and every time I turn around there you are." Randy replied as he crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at the Irishman. "Explain that."

"I like you Randy," Sheamus said simply. "And you need to admit that you like me."

Randy shook his head. "Now you're fucking with me." He muttered as he turned and walked away

"One day I will be fucking you," Sheamus called after him, smirking at Randy's back.

"You wish!" Randy snapped as he rushed off to get ready for his next class, flushing. Sheamus laughed and walked to his own class.

That's it for Chapter 20. Chapter 21 should be around soon, as always thanks for the love and appreciation

~ Cal & P2