I need your help. If anyone has it, I need a link to watch episode sixteen of series 4. The episode with Jem Allen, the supply teacher who claims she lives in that huge house. I really, really want to do that in one of my chapters and as we're getting closer to the end of this part and I have other things left to cover, I need it soon. If not, I'll have to see what I can do.

Also, as you obviously know Paul and Weslie are together. Now, this is something I've been pondering over for a while. I don't know how much I'm going to go into the sex side of their relationship, as you all know they're both teenagers, and teenagers aren't always the most pleasant of creatures, and I don't want to tip toe around any issues, cause life isn't always pleasant and PC, but I want to know what you'd think of a possible deeper look at their sex life, I'm not saying I'm definitely going to go any deeper, and I'm not saying I'm not, it's just something I'm considering for now, so let me know what you'd think please =]

The year 11's at Waterloo Road were having a strange day. They were having sexual education classes from Kim Campbell. It was something the school had never touched upon with them before, but was keen to do so. It was becoming apparent to the school that a lot of their older students were becoming increasingly sexually active. It was an issue they had been aware of for a long time, but had not taken much notice of. But now, with Chlo Grangers pregnancy and all the talk of sex amongst their sixth formers and year elevens, they had decided it was time to act.

'Do we really need sex ed?' Weslie whined, dragging her feet and letting Paul half pull her down the corridor. She suspected Chlo and Donte weren't the only reasoning behind the sudden interest in the sexual health and knowledge of the Waterloo Road students. Weslie was fully aware her and Pauls relationship was the subject of a lot of gossip, and it didn't take a genius to realise it had gotten back to the staff, and it didn't help matters when Paul had been caught trying to get his hand up her skirt twice in lessons.

She knew he was only winding her up and wouldn't do something like that at school, but Steph Haydock hadn't been completely convinced and had sent the two of them to the cooler. Rachel Mason had then found out and they had endured a grilling from Kim Campbell about their behaviour in school and safe sex.

'You do, you're a right slag' Bolton joked.

'Oi you cheeky get!' she exclaimed, diving out in front of Paul, who was laughing, to punch Bolton in the chest 'you can talk, least I'm not sleeping with Waterloo Roads own Katie Price wannabe' she said, smiling smugly, Paul nodded beside her.

'She's got a point mate' he smirked.

Bolton scowled at both of them 'Shut up, Jan's a good girl' he said 'And you weren't complaining when you were looking down her shirt the other week' He added, nodding at Paul.

Weslie glared at Paul and moved his arm from around her middle, crossing her arms over her chest and speeding up, walking away from him. He sighed and rolled his eyes 'Thanks mate' he said sarcastically to Bolton, who sniggered and shrugged his shoulders 'I didn't babe, I swear' he said, taking off after Weslie.

Bolton laughed and broke into a jog, catching them 'Nahh he didn't Wes, I just like getting him into trouble' he laughed.

She glared at him with an icy gaze 'honestly?'

He put his hand on his chest, over his heart 'Honestly, he hasn't even looked at another girl since you two got together, I promise'

She looked at him for a moment longer, then at Paul, considering if she believed them or not, then smiled at the adorable look on Paul's face and let him wrap his arms around her shoulders from behind 'You're right' she said, smiling 'he wouldn't look at another girl, he knows I'd rip his balls of' she said sweetly.

Paul looked at Bolton 'I don't doubt that for a second mate'

Bolton laughed loudly and clapped him on the shoulder 'You're obviously her bitch Langers'

…

'Alright, here's one for you' Kim Campbell said, twenty minutes into her sexual education class 'when it comes to the battle of the sexes, who do you think has got it easiest? Boys or girl?'

As she had fully expected, the boys and girls disagreed 'Boys, boys, it's definitely boys' Danielle said, as the other girls said similar things and agreed with her.

'Girls, it's got to be girls' Paul said, sure of himself. Weslie nudged him with her elbow and shook her head.

'Yeah you have!' Aleesha called 'we've got to make sure you've got protection so that we don't end up getting pregnant' she spat, looking at the boys resentfully. Weslie blushed and looked away, she and Paul had had unprotected sex twice, after getting caught up in the heat of the moment. She made a mental note to start taking the pill.

'And we've gotta be protected so we don't catch nuthin' ' Bolton added.

'Look, as long as everybody is protected against sexually transmitted infections that is the main thing' Kim added.

'Yeah but Miss, what about us girls being expected to hold onto our virginity, when that lot can just loose it soon as' Danielle said, shooting the boys a disgusted glare.

'Girls get to do the picking yeah' Bolton said, the other boys mumbling agreement 'we've got to do all the hard work persuading you to sleep with us in the first place'

'Well it's not our fault you thing with that' Michaela said, nodding at Bolton's crotch 'rather than this is it?' She asked, touching her head.

The classroom laughed 'the point is' Kim started 'if we all weren't so competitive we wouldn't be rushing to do anything without thinking it through for ourselves , instead of, well instead of letting others do it for us. Only you know when you are ready, and if that means waiting or staying a virgin a bit longer than you planned, then so be it' Bolton kicked the back of Philips chair, because the class knew he was a virgin. There was a small mutter of laughter.

'An independent and responsible attitude towards sexual activity, well that can help stop the spread of STI's' Kim said.

'Maybe just stop Michaela from sleeping around' Bolton smirked.

'Bolton, please' Kim pleaded.

'No it's alright Miss' Michaela said, getting to her feet 'because I know I haven't got anything, despite of what some people might be saying, I haven't been sleeping around, at all. I'm a virgin if you must know, and it's my choice and it's my business and I'm happy with it' she said defiantly, arms crossed over her chest.

'Thank you Michaela' Kim said, clapping as the rest of the class followed her example 'well done. Anyone else want to express their individuality?'

Philip Ryan got to his feet, the class looked up at him, confused 'Yeah, alright, I'm a virgin too, get over it' he said, with a nervous laugh. The class were silent for a moment, then they burst into laughter. Philip looked around in horror.

'I don't think that's by choice though is it mate?' Bolton sniggered. Philip said nothing, but picked up his bag and ran from the room.

…

Philip had not had a good day; he had been completely embarrassed and had subsequently cancelled his birthday party. But after a talk with Kim and a word with Bolton, who had spread the news of his party, it was back on. He was nervous about it, he wanted them to accept him and like him. He wanted to be liked the same way that Bolton was. He wanted to be like them.

It all seemed so easy for them; they didn't have to try so hard like he did. They had it all, both of them, him and Paul, they were good looking, popular and had beautiful girlfriends, and he wanted the same.

Paul and Weslie were running late. They had arranged to meet Bolton before the party then go there together, once Bolton had managed to get hold of alcohol that was. But as Weslie was female and by default took hours to get ready, and had gone through seven outfits before they could leave the house, she and Paul were late.

'Are you sure I look okay?' Weslie asked, observing herself in a shop window as they were on their way to Philips house after picking Bolton up.

Paul sighed 'You look gorgeous, I promise' he said for what felt like the hundredth time 'doesn't she Bolton?' he asked, pleading with his friend for assistant.

'Yeah you look great Wes' Bolton said with a grin. She glared at them but said nothing. She had gone through endless dresses before deciding to wear a flowing white and partially see through white dress, with pale pink shoes.

She was quiet for the rest of the walk to Philips house, listening to Paul and Bolton talking about the days events and how they could possibly help Philip lose his virginity. She had found the transition from close friends to being Paul's girlfriend a lot easier than she had expected. She had known for a long time she had feelings for him, but they had become such close friends that she wasn't sure how their relationship could survive if they took it further, or even if it would be weird between the two of them. But she was pleasantly surprised at how natural being with him felt.

'I think this is the place' Bolton said as they turned into a driveway 'not quite as big as your place Wes, but pretty big' Bolton said looking up at the three storey house.

'That's cause Wes's is a borderline mansion' Paul laughed.

She shook her head as they made their way up the drive way 'it's not that big'

Bolton and Paul looked at each other and said at the same time 'yes it is'

'Hi Miss' Bolton called, spotting Rachel Mason and Eddie Lawson getting into her car together, it was common knowledge they were a couple now, despite the fact he had been engaged to marry Philips mother, who was Rachel's sister.

'Bolton can you come here please, what is that?' She grimaced, looking at the grates of lager both he and Paul were carry. Weslie said nothing, just grinned, thankful she had a bag to hide her bottle of Malibu in.

'Ahh it's all alcohol free Miss don't worry' he assured her confidently, though the three teens, and probably the two adults too, knew better. Paul laughed and agreed.

'I'm relying you to keep things in order tonight Bolton, make sure nothing goes wrong' she said.

'Don't worry, I'll be looking after him' Bolton said.

'Take those glasses off when I'm talking to you okay' she said, pulling his sunglasses off 'And don't think I don't know about your little advertising campaign for today, anything gets trashed tonight and I'm holding you personally responsible okay?'

'Yes Miss' Bolton said quietly, Paul and Weslie stood behind him.

'Go on' she said. Bolton nodded and walked on. Paul and Weslie both smiled at her and followed him, Weslie fixing her hair, which was down, curly and still very very long. They followed Bolton up the path to the front door as more people were arriving just behind them.

Bolton rang the door bell and a moment later Philip pulled the door open 'Happy Birthday virgin!'

…

An hour later and Philips party was in full swing. Donte had the decks set up and music was blaring from the front room. Chlo was dancing with Weslie and Michaela, Janeece was enjoying the attentions of most of the males in the room and Philip was trying in vain to pull any girl who would look at him twice.

The house had been obviously thoroughly examined by the Waterloo Road students, who had had a field day when they had found old pictures of Miss Mason. But as promised, Bolton was taking care of everything. He was far too busy doing so to have too much of a good time himself, though he did manage to get himself a few drinks.

It wasn't until Weslie went off to find Paul that she noticed anything was wrong.

'I've been looking for you' she called over the music, finding Paul in the kitchen talking to a boy she didn't know. She scowled when she noticed two girls stood making drinks and looking at her boyfriend, and slipped her arm around his middle. He smiled and pulled her in for a kiss, unaware of the other girls.

'I'll see you later yeah' the other boy said, leaving them alone.

'Sorry gorgeous' Paul said, passing her another drink 'I was dealing with Bolton'

She looked up at him 'what do you mean dealing with him?' she asked, pulling herself up to sit on the counter. Paul stood in front of her, resting his hands on her thighs and patting them in time with the music coming from the next room.

'Him and Jan have broke up' he said.

She gasped 'No way, what happened?'

He shrugged his shoulders 'I don't know, he said something about her being all over some lads in there'

'I thought she was happy with Bolton though' Weslie said, running a hand through her hair, then fixing it when she realised she had messed it up.

'So did I, but that was before she got her boobs done' he said, giving her a look that implied they both knew what he was talking about.

'Yeah, we both know she's been flaunting it since then, and she's been loving the attention, remember the day we first kissed?' she asked, giving him a threatening glare.

He blushed and looked away, remembering exactly why she had been so mad at him 'Sorry' he mumbled

'It doesn't matter now' she said, lifting his chin up with her finger and kissing him. He took her by the hips and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss and wrapping her legs around his middle. He dropped a hand down to her inner thigh, and started to work his way under her skirt. She pulled away reluctantly and pulled his hand back down her leg. She was slightly out of breath, he knew exactly how to get her going 'when we get home, I promise' she whispered, smirking.

'Anyway' she said after taking a moment to compose herself 'like I was saying, it's obvious she's been flaunting it, but I didn't think it'd go any further, do you think she's been cheating on him?'

Paul shrugged his shoulders, now patting her hips to the music 'I don't think so, but obviously Bolton doesn't like how much she's playing up to the attention she's getting'

Weslie nodded 'and she is loving it' she said 'is Bolton okay?'

He nodded 'He sounds fine' he smirked 'in fact I saw him chatting Michaela up a minute ago'

Weslie laughed and jumped down 'he can't be too cut up over it then. Come on, I wanna dace with you' she said, taking him by the hand and pulling him away.

…

Weslie was exhausted. They had been home for a while and were just about ready to go to sleep. She could feel her eyelids begging to be shut, but was fighting it as hard as she could. She was lying on her side in her bed, facing Paul who was watching her and playing with her hair. They had been in bed together for a while, and adding to that the fact she had been drinking, though she wasn't drunk, her body desperately wanted to rest.

'Go to sleep baby' Paul whispered, brushing a stray piece of hair out of her face.

'I'm not tired' she mumbled.

He laughed quietly 'yes you are'

She sighed and fell quiet for a moment 'Have I ever mentioned I love your accent?' she said sleepily, opening very tired eyes to look up at him.

He smiled and shook his head 'No, you haven't' he felt a swell of joy in his chest, she'd never said she loved anything about him before, and it didn't matter that it was only his accent, all he cared about was that she loved something.

'Well I do' she smiled, edging closer to him and putting his arm around her.

'Why?' he asked, kissing her on the forehead.

She shrugged 'I don't know. I just do, it's adorable, I love the way it sounds'

'Well thanks' he said, laughing, he had never really thought about his accent much before. He looked down at her, eyes closed again, nodding and smiling at him, looking nothing short of stunning wearing her underwear and his shirt. He smiled to himself and watched her finally fall asleep.