The final bell rang for the day; school was now over. Jayy smiled to himself as he took his feet off the desk. Picking up his book bag, he stretched slightly before heading out of the building and into his ride, a dark plum Cadillac with venomous snakes spray-painted on the hood, trunk, and sides of the car.

Zayn soon walked out of the building, almost instantly spying the car peeking out from behind the school's gates. Just as Jayy was the oddball of the school, his car was the oddball of the parking lot. It fit him. "Hey," Zayn acknowledged him, climbing into the car. "Don't you look happy?…Who are you and what have you done with Jayy?"

"It's still me," Jayy chuckled, ruffling Zayn's hair. "I'm just happy because, today, I might become part of a band, and I might get a fuck buddy."

"Jay," Zayn whined.

"What?"

"Come on! I just met someone I actually like, the first person I actually like! But then you gotta go and screw his brother, fuckin' everything up for me. My God, Jayy."

"What? Am I not allowed to have fun, too? Besides, he could say no. Remember when I asked you. You said no, and it's not like I raped you afterwards. Look, the guy's hot. I wanna fuck him. Is that such a big deal? Suck it up. You need to stop being such a whiner," Jay retorted, starting up the car.

"Yeah, I remember," Zayn mumbled, blushing a tad. "Can we go to my house first? I want to drop off my back pack."

Jayy laughed at how easily the boy became flustered. Silence consumed the car, except for the soft clicking of fingers on a keyboard.

So Jayy's being his perverted self again. We're in his car right now. First we're going to my house, so I can drop off my bag. Then we're off to Harry's…I wonder what it looks like…Jay wants to fuck Dahvie. That guy and his sex powers are going to my chances I ever had with Harry…To be honest, I don't think I have enough guts to tell him.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Zayn, we're at your house. Hurry up, will you," Jayy snapped, shaking Zayn out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry," Zayn muttered, rushing out of the car. Slamming the car door behind him, he ran up to his door as he fumbled with the key in his pocket. After throwing the door open, he tossed his book bag to the side. Grabbing a bottle of water first, he dashed back out to the car.

"Took you long enough," Jayy scoffed as he put the car in reverse, and then made a U-turn towards Dahvie's house.

"S-sorry," Zayn panted. "I just wanted…some water." Zayn took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm a little nervous…I don't have your balls, Jayy."

"I was just joking, geez. It's fine. Relax," Jayy answered. "Well…If you're confident you can't lose. If you falter, your whole stature crumbles along with it. Remember that. Now, I know I'm not one for dating, but that applies to a lot of things, so that should work for your issue, too."

"Thanks, Jay," Zayn whispered before sipping some more water.

"And you know what? I bet he likes you, too. There are things that can be seen, if you're paying attention. I've noticed the way you both pine over each other. Makes me wanna gag. Trust me, though, it'll be okay," Jayy added, parking on the street by Dahvie's house.

"Really," Zayn turned, gazing into Jayy's false rose red eyes for some truth to the matter.

"Really. Now get out of my damn car, "Jayy chuckled, shooing him away.

"Thanks, Jayy," Zayn almost snorted, making sure to close the door behind him.