Alex's POV

I swung the door to the dorm room open and slid in, collapsing on the bed.

"Man, tonight was fun! Shame it had to end so abruptly. Poor Quincy."

"Poor me." Leah walked in, blowing a kiss over her shoulder at Tyler.

Rachel's eyes shifted and started lighting candles around the room, giving it an eerie but comforting atmosphere, then her eyes turned to me, "So did you use protection?"

I frowned, then my eyes widened, "Uh... no?" I was already hiding from their accusations.

"Oh my god!" Leah yelled, "I told you she wasn't ready for this, Rachel!"

Rachel walked over to me and hit me over the head, "You idiot! You're sixteen! You don't want to get pregnant, do you?!" she screamed in my face.

I cowered, "No, but it was kind of spur of the moment, it didn't even cross my mind, to be honest."

Leah put her face in her hands. "Alex, this is serious. You need to be more careful! Why don't you use the pill?! Or birth control patches?" she chastised.

Rachel lifted her head from the pillow she had fallen on, her face incredulous. "Wait...there are patches?! Since when?" she yelled.

Leah rolled her eyes and turned to me again. "Did Reid even ...mention it? Was there any talk, like, beforehand?" she questioned, somewhat hesitantly.

Rachel scoffed. "Yeah! Of course there was! Small talk all the way."

I ran my fingers through my hair irritably and then looked at the door. I glanced back at the girls arguing and then made up my mind. I jumped up, slipping out the door and snuck down the halls. Rachel was right; the place felt like the home of dead people. Creepy.

On the bottom level was a kitchen where you could get almost anything you wanted. I opened the double doors, shivering as the whole room was dark shades of grey, black and blue. It was like a scene from a horror movie.

I crept in, my bare feet making soft padding noises against the tiles. I went to the fridge and opened it, the bright light making me squint. I leaned in, pulling out a bottle of water, and turning slight. I jumped, clutching at my chest as a figure sat at the counter. I opened the door a little more and the light shined over Reid's face. He wore track pants low over his hips, no shirt and hunched over. He had some milk 

and a few Oreos lay in front of him. No plate. No glass. Just the carton and two cookies.

I breathed out, "Jesus, you scared me…"

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards slightly and he tapped his fingers on the counter. My eyes dropped to the Oreos and I quirked an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged, "Something Tyler suggested."

I grinned, "They're good with penutbutter supposedly."

He shook his head, "Milk."

"That's nice too." I smiled, drinking some of my water and putting the lid back on, "What are you doing?"

He shrugged again, looking at the large glass walls, "Eating."

I laughed very quietly, "Seems like it, huh." There was a long pause. A very long pause. Then a high pitched beeping song broke out and both of us jumped. I slammed the fridge door shut and made an irritated noise, "I hate it when it does that!"

A sly smile broke out slowly across his face before he drank down some more of the milk. He licked his lips and grinned at me, "So what are you girls up to tonight?"

"No naked pillow fights, if that's what you're getting at." I smirked, putting away the bottle and taking one of his cookies. "Reid..."

He stood up, breaking off a bit of cookie and shoving it into his mouth; he chucked the carton in the bin, like he was scoring a basket ball in the hoop. "Hmm?"

I bit my lip, "Did it occur to you that... we... didn't use protection?"

He let out a lazy laugh and put the other cookie in my hand, "What are you talking about, 'course we-" He paused, eyebrows furrowed. There was a moment where he seemed to be thinking. Hard. Then his eyes widened, "Holy shit!" I jumped, dropping the cookie. "What is wrong with us?! Fuck!"

"I-it's okay... we were careful..."

He snapped his head to me, "Are you crazy?! We were anything but careful! Damn it to fuck..." He ran his fingers through his hair, "Weren't you... on those... pills or something?"

"Reid, I'm sixteen. I only had sex once before you, and I was drunk out of my mind. I honestly didn't think about it."



He grabbed my arms, "Well you have to think about it! We have to think about it..."

I pried his tense hands from my arms and held them in mine, "Look, if I miss my next period or start puking in the morning, I'll take a test and we'll figure something out," I eyed him, "Okay?"

"How can you be so calm about this?!" he questioned me, squeezing my hands.

"I'm not. But let's not jump to conclusions yet." I took a couple of deep breaths while he tried to calm himself.

Finally he nodded and then stuck his tongue between his teeth, "I'm tired Alex… I'll see you and the girls tomorrow, huh?"

I nodded, pecking his lips and walking to the door. We slipped up the stairs and departed ways to our rooms. Rachel was passed out on her bed, Leah curled up by her side. I smiled at the two freaks I called my best friends and climbed into bed, falling straight to sleep.

Rachel's POV

Sport was our last class and I sat on the bench between the lockers as Quincy and Alex had bra-whipping-fights. I whistled, "One more to Alex!" Alex stuck her tongue out at Quincy who gasped at her and threw the bra at her head. Alex tapped me over the head and then jumped over the bench. She wasn't quick enough to escape me though. I swung my arms around her stomach and pushed her into the locker. I frowned, "Okay, this is totally weird... put your clothes on!"

I sat back against the locker and Alex pulled on her normal clothes, "I'm gonna go study at the library... You two coming?"

I quirked an eyebrow, "You think I want to study in the library... that's like saying I'm going to go on a water diet and live in... the middle of Australia or something."

Alex shrugged, "At least you know there's desert there."

"Shut up." I laughed.

Alex rolled her eyes, grinning goofily and then looked at Quincy, "So you? Are you gonna come?"

"Oh," Quincy's eyes darted to me and I put my hands up in front of me.

"Hey... Don't worry, I've got other stuff to do."

She looked back at Alex, "Then sure, I guess."

"Cool." Alex beamed and then frowned, looking at me, "Wait... where are you going?"



I shrugged, "Oh, uh... Well I'm gonna shower and uh... get some stuff," I bit my lip, "just stuff, y'know?"

I didn't see it but I felt Quincy shoot Alex a nervous look. She finally asked, "Are you sure? I mean..."

"Dude, c'mon," I stood up, "I can last a few hours by myself."

Alex nodded, "You're right... just... don't burn anything down."

"Yeah!" Quincy pointed a finger, "cause if you do, I totally want to be there to help."

"Me too." Alex grinned.

I laughed, "Fine... I'll put off torching the club for next Monday night."

"Good." Quincy grinned, "Now... where's my bra... I feel weird without one on under this shirt."

They both got changed and packed their bags. I nudged Alex's shoulder, waving them both off down the corridor. I knew they were suspicious of what I was doing. Alex never trusted me when I was by myself; without her anyway. I giggled, walking back into the deserted change room.

I stopped walking, turning my head slightly and listening. It was definitely deserted, but I was one of those people that let my imagination twist things. The perfect murder shower scene came into my head and sent a shiver down my spine.

I rummaged in my bag, pulling out my phone that had just made a noise. 'where is Alex?' the caller ID said Reid and I rolled my eyes, texting him to say she was with Quincy at the library. I was sure he'd go and do "HOMEWORK" with her. Pah, yeah right.

I pulled my bag's strap over my shoulder and turned, walking straight into Pogue. He grinned, grabbing my arm, "Watch it."

I clutched at my chest, "You want me to have a heart attack or something?!"

He put both his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my upper arms, "I'm sorry."

I shook my head for a moment and then frowned, "Wow, man, you're in the chick's change room... Did someone die?"

He pushed me backwards against the lockers, "Don't joke on those things."

I gave him a look of mock horror, "What did you do? Repeat the word flesh a few too many to Quincy?" A/N: Nissa cannot stand that word. I smirked as I remembered Alex and I walking with her and making her almost fall over by whispering the word to her. She'd clutch at her arms and act as if we'd sprayed her with gooey stuff. I'd ask her if she felt dirty, just to make situations worse.

He cocked his eyebrows, "Should I try that?"

I shook my head, "Better not..." There was a paused and then I grinned, "So uhh... change room?"



He nodded, "Oh right, well, Quincy and Alex told me you'd be here..."

I narrowed my eyes, "Those sons of bitches." Yes, I knew that wasn't grammatically correct. But it had sounded cool in my head.

He grinned, "What about the sons of Ipswich?"

I glared, "Oh bite me." I thumped his chest and ducked under his arm, but his hand shot out, clutching me around the stomach and swinging around to kiss my neck. I squirmed, "Pogue..."

"Mmm?" He murmured as he nibbled on my ear. I bit my lip and turned around to him, letting my bag hit the floor with a thump. I stepped back, holding my arms as if provoking him to take a swing at me.

I grinned, "Change room... kinky."

He smirked, slipping his jacket slowly off and letting it fall by my bag.

I giggled, ducking down slightly and then sprinting off around a wall of lockers. I heard Pogue laughing, chasing after me. I felt very immature, but a huge smile was plastered on my face and I couldn't help but scream in delight. I laughed loudly, grabbing onto the side of a locker and yanking myself around the corner.

He turned quickly and grabbed me in his arms, slamming me once more against the lockers. He pressed his forehead to mine, his chest rising and falling in-sync with mine. I grinned at him, my hands on his neck. I breathed a laugh, "Are you gonna kiss me?"

"Maybe." He said playfully, his hands resting on my hips.

I grinned, and slid down the lockers until I hit the floor, "You're gonna have to chase me then..."

He groaned, smiling, "Do I have to get a pair of cuffs and a leash?"

I bit my lip, bringing back his words, "Maybe..."

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up so high that I wrapped my legs around his waist. I leaned down and ran my lips from his, down to his neck. He slammed backwards into another locker. It probably sounded like someone was getting beat up and thrown into them. I laughed and threw my head back as he swung us around. He curled his arms around my back and I let my legs fall. I kissed him slowly, my fingers knotting in his hair.

He pulled back, "You wanna go somewhere else?"

I looked around the room and then nodded, "Ever done an empty classroom?"

He chuckled, "Nah, but it's on my to-do list."

I grabbed up my bag and his jacket, then laced my fingers through his and pulled him to the door, "Hey... I'm on the top of that list. Just remember that."



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We went down the hall as the lights were shutting off. The library was open until nine and so was the gym, but apart from that, everything else got locked up. Pogue put his hands on my hips as soon as I let go of his hand and bent to look at the lock on the door. My eyes shaded over and the lock clicked. I opened the door sneakily, a devilish grin on my face. Pogue shut the door, locking it afterwards and followed me in.

"This is awkward..." I looked over the desks at student's work.

"What?" He asked, almost in a whisper.

This was one of the few art rooms I spent some time in. Unlike the other two, I loved my art. And...just so happened that this semester we had been studying naked art. On all the desks not-yet-finished works lay open. Pogue frowned, "Any of these yours?"

I blushed, "No... Uh..."

He turned to me, "Can I see yours?"

"Maybe another time." I almost choked on the words. Instead I decided to distract myself... well... maybe snagging Pogue in there too. I pushed a few works aside, sitting up on the desk. My skirt was pretty short and I couldn't stand the stockings, so I wore long socks. I crossed my legs over, leaning back and letting my long, wavy red hair just barley touch the desk.

Pogue walked slowly over, his hand resting on my knee. I looked at him, grinning slowly. His hand moved my knee very slowly so that my legs were now uncrossed. He pushed himself between them, holding my hips. My breath hitched and then he started to kiss me all over again, his tongue pushing me over the edge.

His hand trailed to the back of my skirt, unzipping it quickly and then his large fingers moving to the buttons on my blouse, undoing them quickly too. His lips went to my neck and I gasped, "You've done this before, haven't you?"

He grunted, opening my shirt and taking advantage of the bra I wore. Suddenly there was buzzing up my leg and I jumped, squealing pathetically. Pogue groaned in irritation and rooted in his pocket, pulling out his chunky phone, he grit his teeth, "I'm going to pluck every blonde hair on that guy's ass!"

I wrinkled my nose, "Pants too tight or what?"

He shot a look at me, and then slid his phone shut, "The idiots been doing this to me all day."

I frowned, "Huh?

He shook his head and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the desk, "Why don't we go hang with the guys."

I sighed, "Fine… C'mon Pogie."



He chuckled, "Cute… but don't call me that."

"Pogie." I taunted.

He turned a finger to me, "No."

I grinned, "Only messin' with you."

We ended up getting distracted and hung around the other side of the school where an ass of a kid named Aaron Abbot and Travis Martin. Aaron broke the kid's nose and I felt so sorry for him, but I was happy for the school to finally get some action. We were starting to rott in this place.

-

The week went by pretty quickly. Exams weren't too hard, but Quincy had been freaking out as she only just found out on the last day that her Grandparents and her were going to San Francisco, Oakland for the first week of the holidays. Alex was a little jealous at the start, begging Quincy to take her.

I laughed and watched as Quincy sat on her suitcase. "So… You're leaving tonight?"

She sighed, "Gramma Joyce wouldn't let me wait." Quincy chuckled, "But don't worry! I'll be back before you know it!"

Alex rolled her eyes, arms crossed at the door, "I still don't see why you just shove me in that case of yours."

"Believe me, I would." Quincy pulled the suitcase to the door, "But you have a whole week with… Rach and… Reid and everyone."

I grumbled, "Dad is making me come home before I go. It sucks."

"Perfect then. First week, I'll go with Gramma Joyce and Grandpa Harry… Rach'll be at her dad's…. We'll all have to be miserable for a week!"

"Like you'll be miserable. Sun… water…"

"Sun, yeah right." Quincy sighed, leaning against the wall, "You two will have fun! Trust me."

"Yeah… hands and knees scrubbing floors will be mighty fun." I laughed sarcastically.

"And the bridge, shopping, boys, men, all the same…" Alex sighed, "Why do you get to travel?!"

I walked over, hugging Alex to my side, "Don't worry… we're gonna have sleepovers, stay up all night, watch movies and eat god knows what's the worst for us… Quincy will miss out on the fun."

Quincy was laughing as she dragged her suitcase out, "I'll be calling you guys often! Don't worry!"



"And what does Tyler say about this?!" I yelled, swinging out the door and jogging down the hall to her.

She shrugged, panting as her bag got her down, "He's gonna pick us up at the air port. I can't wait to see Gramma Joyce's eyes when she sees his Hummer. Her eyes will be the size of the moon."

"Not helping…" I whispered to her.

"WHAT?! OH COME ON!" Alex yelled, stomping her foot, "This is so unfair, man!"

Quincy sighed for the last time and put her hands on Alex and I's shoulder. She grinned, "I'll buy you loads of gifts… call and send post cards."

"It's only for a week." I frowned.

She laughed, "Fine. I wont send you post cards. Now don't get into too much trouble." She pet our heads and turned, "Now I have half an hour to go say buy to the guys and then I have to go meet my grandparents. I'll see you two in a week, okay?"

"See you!" I called after her.

"Love you too Leah." Alex grumbled after her.

Quincy turned, dropped her bag and ran at us, embracing us in a huge hug. "Stomach hug!" I yelled, grabbing at her stomach and squeezing so hard like I wanted to squeeze the love out of her. "Miss you already."

"Stop being so ridicules…"

Alex laughed, "It's like our parent's all used to say… It's like we're never seeing each other again. Even if it's just the end of the day."

"You never know." Quincy laughed; "One day we're here…" she picked up her bag, "The next we're not."

"Don't say something like that!" I scolded and then waved, laughing.

I turned to Alex, "And now we can do anything and everything we want!"

"Perfect!" She grabbed my hand, "Let's go be immature!"

'Kay so, uh... The holidays are coming up for all of us. Real and fictional characters :P Funny actually... tomorrow is the last day of school then we get a two week holiday... these guys' school is being renovated and they get two weeks off :D WOOP! I'll try to write loads more! :D Plus... I owe Alex her Reid-Sex and I'm sure Leah want's to catch up with her Tyler-Bear. :P SO I WILL TRY TO WRITE MORE AFTER I UPLOAD THESE CHAPTERS!

Hope you liked them! :D It's so fun to write.

Anyone have ideas of what they should do in the holidays? WE've got ideas... but I need a few more.

HINT: Alex and Tyler live near each other, Leah is going away with her granparents and Rachel lives in the country and Pogue's staying with her all two weeks. :) Daydreamy much? :P Haha!

Hope to hear loads of reviews from y'all!