A/N: Hey everyone! I was rummaging through my old files and I found this chapter that I never posted. I read it and then I realized why, it was totally awful and no matter how many rewrites I did, it still wasn't good. lol But, I noticed some of my favorite writers here added deleted scenes to their stories and I figured why not? I absolutely adore you guys. I can't say it enough. So here's a deleted scene. Hope you guys like!

Please consider this a gift for being so awesome! I mean, you guys really are great. I appreciate the love the last chapter got as well.

Special thanks to my beta Harmony Valenka Smith who remains lovely.

Chapter Inspiration Love Me Harder by Ariana Grande and Amnesia by 5SoS

Once again, I appreciate every read/review/favorite/follow everything. ^_^

Deleted Scene –Like Fire and Powder

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,

Which, as they kiss, consume. -Romeo and Juliet

"Professor!" A voice boomed so loud almost everyone down the halls of PSU's west wing turned their head at the sound. The now familiar click-clacking of biker boots on the tiled floors echoed through the quiet halls as their owner slowly advanced.

When Bugs rounded the corner and appeared in the main hall where many students were making their way to their next class, everyone fell silent.

He tended to have that effect on people. Many students knew about him and his reputation, some were outraged that he attended classes with them, some were weary, but some were actually delighted. Still, having a biker boy with a reputation for causing trouble never looked good for any school, neither did it make people eager to be his pal, thus they tended to stay away from him. Not that he cared, he promised Sal he'd return to college to continue his education and he was going to do it, no matter what kind of adversity he had to face.

He couldn't deny that he saw the awe on their faces whenever he was around. Lately, he'd been studying harder and proving his efficiency in class. He didn't mean to impress his fellow classmates, really, he liked it better when they were afraid of him, yet he couldn't help it. Daffy and his other professors were so inspiring that he found it quite easy to fall into a routine of actually doing his homework to better his grades and make Sal proud in the process.

He ignored the many eyes that stuck to him as he purposefully strolled down the hall like a man on a mission. It was only a few minutes ago when Tweety, aiding him in his pursuit of Daffy, pointed him down this very hall and said the professor would be in one of the classrooms, tidying up and preparing to go home.

A few freshman girls winked at him, some blushed but he ignored them all in favor of continuing until he found Daffy. The chicks and even some of the guys wanted Bugs. He figured it was because of his status, his lifestyle, his 'live fast, die young' and 'go hard or go home' philosophy, but he also supposed his looks didn't hurt things either.

Even though walking through the halls with all the staring people would have made someone else uncomfortable, to Bugs it was just another day in his life.

It didn't take him too long to find Daffy, who was right where Tweety said he'd be.

Bugs took a second to admire Daffy from the window of the classroom door where he could get a good look at the other man. Daffy appeared to be reading a thick book while simultaneously grading papers, every now and then his too large gold spectacles would slide down the bridge of his nose and he'd place them back almost petulantly, it was just too cute and it made Bugs' heart well up with affection for his boyfriend.

Knowing the door was unlocked, because Daffy never locked his door, a habit he developed from living with his younger sister all these years, Bugs slipped right in.

Daffy didn't notice at first, he was so caught up in his work that Bugs was able to slither right in front of him and get himself comfortable before Daffy even realized the grey-haired man's presence.

When he did, after initially jolting as if he were electrocuted, the ensuing smile that broke across Daffy's face was enough to make Bugs' day.

"To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?" Daffy asked, putting his pen down and peering at Bugs from his position at the desk.

Bugs' smile turned lopsided. He tightened his grip on the folded piece of paper he currently was holding. "I thought I'd share some good news with you."

Daffy raised an eyebrow. "Okay, what do you have there?" His eyes fell to the paper in Bugs' hands.

Bugs nodded his head in dismissal of Daffy's question. "I need to be greeted properly first."

Daffy rolled his eyes tenderly. "You got your greeting this morning, twice and then once again at lunch."

Bugs leaned in closer so he was level with Daffy's face. The raven-haired man didn't move away or protest as Bugs curled a finger under his chin and tilted his face up. "What can I say? I'm greedy."

The kiss wasn't chaste by any means. Tongues met, fingers tangled in hair, breaths mingled as they came together in an intense collision leaving them both paralyzed with the longing for something more, something greater, but satisfied by what they could have in that very moment.

"You know?" Daffy asked as they parted, both breathing heavy as if they ran a marathon. "There was a time when I would complain about you kissing me in such a public place where we're bound to get caught by a student, teacher or even the Dean."

Bugs raked a hand through his always flawless grey tresses and gave Daffy a triumphant wink. "And look how undaunted you are now. So the bad boy corrupted his young, innocent professor."

"Your influence does have some positive aspects to it. I'll admit that."

"And apparently so does yours." Bugs held up the paper with the A plus in Physics he recently received and brandished it as if it were an ancient, cherished scroll he risked tooth and nail for, which, in a way, it was.

Daffy gasped and took the paper from Bugs to inspect it. When he looked up his eyes shone with pride. "Bugs, this is fantastic!"

Bugs nodded. "Now, I can put it with that A I got in history." He winked.

"Bugs, you earned that A. I told you your essay on the Great Depression was excellent."

Bugs smirked and circled the desk to lean over Daffy. "Let's say we celebrate. You and me."

"I have to work and…wait a minute, did you lock the door?" Daffy turned his head to peer at Bugs inquisitively, who in turn nodded unashamedly.

"I didn't want any interruptions. Anyways, I hope you know that your protests are falling on deaf ears. We have to celebrate." Bugs eyes twinkled with their regular mischief, but also excitement.

"Fine, I'll go anywhere with you. Just let me finish up here and we'll be on our way." Daffy conceded, trying to make it seem like it was a huge effort, but Bugs saw right through the act and gently flicked Daffy on the nose for trying.

"Hey!" Daffy laughed, flicking Bugs back and then allowing himself to be kissed again, giggling when Bugs paused to tickle him until he was breathless. "I surrender, okay!"

Bugs smirked, victorious. "I thought so."

"Master Ashton?" Chives' smooth voice called to him through the door.

Bugs really didn't feel like waking up today. He had had another dream, more like another memory of Daffy and it was just too painful for him this time. Why couldn't he just forget?

"Master Ashton, are you alright?" Chives' voice sounded concerned; still he remained professional by not entering without Bugs' permission.

I'm not fine Chives, probably never will be again… but he didn't say that. "I'm fine, thanks for your concern. I'll be out soon."

"Master Ashton, it's already the afternoon. Do you need anything? I'm afraid your parents are quite concerned for your health."

"Chives, it's fine. I'm fine. I just need to get myself settled. Please, go." Bugs whispered. He winced at the tone he was using with his butler and childhood friend, but couldn't really find it within himself to care too much. All he wanted to do was crawl back under the sheets and sleep forever, only then he'd be unfairly assaulted with visions of Daffy and those unjust attacks wouldn't make him feel better at all.

"Alright, Master Ashton. I'll be out here if you require my services."

"Thanks Chives." If you could make me a drink that could erase my memories, that would be perfect.

Bugs was still under the impression that he'd wake up and Daffy'd be in his arms again. That their stupid break up didn't happen and he could actually pretend all was right with the world. That the heart break he was currently experiencing wasn't real, as if it was just a vicious lie like the life he was currently living.

But it was real. All of it. And he hated it. There was, however, a beam of hope flickering in his chest that Daffy was out there, missing Bugs just as much as Bugs missed him.

Of course, that was just an impossible delusion, like a twisted dream, it was unlikely to be anything but fantasy. Still, where was the harm in hope?

If he had Daffy again, he'd never let him go, never let that sand slip through his fingers nor would he take that life for granted.

He'd give up the rich boy life, the biker boy life, hell he'd give it all up just to have Daffy be his again. If he only had one more chance…

A/N: I love you all so, so much! Hope you guys enjoyed this deleted scene. Poor Bugs.

Also, I just wanted to say that I'm really grateful to be in this community. It's a great community and everyone is just amazing.

I'm glad this story has come so far and I have so many wonderful people here to share it with.

And I thought the Romeo and Juliet quote was fitting. Anyways, it's almost three a.m. and if I don't get any sleep now, there'll be hell to pay in the morning. Be safe out there guys, until next time!