*Long Author's Note Ahead* Sorry for the longer than usual wait (again)! As many of you know, writing is a stressful and grueling process. It's even worse when you force yourself to write without real inspiration. Because of this, I think about a week's time will allow me enough time to write a good chapter. Updates will come every Sunday/Monday night or sooner if I get some inspiration. Love everyone that has faved/followed/reviewed, it is truly appreciated. Also, I changed the rating of the story to M just to be safe. There are LEMONS and such in this chapter. Let me know what y'all think!

It was an amazing feat that Gary was able to avoid the watch of the multiple prefects roaming the campus in the late night. But Amelie shouldn't have expected anything else; Gary was a master at deception. The boy snuck Amelie around to the brick wall of the girls dorm, halting to look down at her with a crooked grin.

Suddenly, she was pushed with her back against the cold wall and entrapped by Gary's tall figure. He rest his hands on either side of her body and saw a slight shiver escape Amelie. Without a word, he crushed his lips against hers in a warm envelop of heat. Perhaps it was the thrill of being caught at any moment, the overwhelming affection she felt towards Gary, or a mixture of both that caused her to have a surge of adrenaline. Amelie daringly brought her hands up to Gary's brown locks and clutched on to his scalp, pulling him into the kiss with need.

This caught Gary's attention and he reciprocated by grabbing Amelie by the back of her neck and tracing her lips with his tongue. Then it was over as Gary pushed back from the wall and looked down at Amelie appreciatively.

"You're getting better, I see." A slight mock to his voice. This made Amelie's cheeks flush red. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you find your bed again?" Gary suggested with a glint in his eye.

Ugh. Amelie could just melt at his words.

"I think I can manage," she smiled at him. Not only was Christy probably waiting in her room right now wanting to talk Amelie's ear off, but Amelie could not fathom (without blushing furiously) bringing Gary into her bedroom. "Besides, I'm tired." She faked a large yawn, rubbing her eyes with her small balled up fists.

Gary smirked at her and grabbed hold of her hips. "That's a shame, I thought you wanted this night to be special..." Gary trailed off, allowing his eyes to travel down Amelie's body hungrily.

Her breathing sped. "It w-was special. I had fun, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, Amelie. But I know how we can have even more fun."

Amelie gulped.

"Um... we could hang out tomorrow," she offered lamely. "It's Saturday."

"I want you now." Gary decided.

"Gary—" Amelie managed to squeak out when suddenly a flashlight shone near the pair.

"Whoever is out there, get back to your dorms immediately!" A stern voice shouted. Gary turned back to her with an odd smile. She noticed that his smile wasn't like a regular smile. But then again, what exactly was normal about Gary Smith?

"Come on, Amelie. Do I need to take you by force again?"

"No, I'm perfectly capable of—"

The loud sound of prefects was getting closer and closer. "If you don't show yourselves now, you'll be receiving double detention and a word with the Headmaster!" A voice yelled.

She looked desperately at Gary's surprisingly sanguine face. This was so wrong. But she didn't want to get in trouble with the prefects or, even worse, Gary.

"Okay, Gary," she whispered hurriedly. "I don't want to get in trouble." Without another moment to spare Gary had lifted her up effortlessly over his shoulder. He chuckled quietly. "Whatever you say, Bee." And with that he had avoided the pesky prefects who had spread out over Bullworth across to the Boys dorm entrance. He kicked the door open (as quietly as one can kick a door open) and led them into the pitch black building.

It was surprisingly silent for midnight on Saturday morning. Perhaps the prefects had gone through the form to make sure the other boys were still in check. Gary kept his supportive grip on Amelie and led them into the main lounge with the tattered green sofa. Thankfully, Gary flipped her around so that he was cradling her like a child, allowing her to see her surroundings and more significantly, the handsome boy who held her.

Amelie spoke softly, looking into Gary's dark eyes. "Could you let me down, now?" She secretly hoped he would ignore her and hold her all night. But at the same time, she was panicking that she was going to be caught at any minute.

A thick eyebrow raised, stretching the scar across his features. "Say please." He taunted, looking at her expectantly.

Oh, so it was a game. And Gary was the master. Amelie widened her eyes like a doe. "Please," she murmured up at him. Her full lip unconsciously pouted out at him, driving Gary mad. But he couldn't stop yet: she was too easy to tease. "Please what?"

"Please let me on the couch."

Gary obliged, stretching his arms out above the couch and gently placing the girl on the fabric of the couch. But his arms remained under Amelie and Gary positioned himself on the couch, crouching between her legs.

God did he know what he was doing? Did he do this to every girl? Who were the other girls? He was so hot. But she didn't want to get in more trouble, as laying with a boy, after hours, in the Boys dorm would inevitably bring. But her fluttering heart was taking over her cynic brain and there was no point fighting it.

He leaned over Amelie's figure, dipping his head to meet hers. The sweet smell of Gary and his breath lingered on her face. Amelie shivered in delight. Gary's chocolate eyes pierced her honey gold ones. "I want you so bad right now," he admitted in a husky voice.

This was something he had never willingly admit to the other girls he had been with. That would leave them in a position of power over Gary. He would be viewed as weak and vulnerable, two things Gary would rather die than to be labeled as. He had a reputation to uphold, which was certainly not the guy who bowed down at girls' feet and told them how much he "loved" them. It wasn't true anyway—all the other girls were tramps that we're always awful from the start of the relationship. Gary went in not expecting anything and came out with nothing. But with Amelie, there was no bullshit or bravado to uphold. She was hardly affected by his past and didn't give a damn that many people wanted his head on a stick.

Amelie blushed and felt a strange warmth travel between her legs. Oh god. I'm getting turned on. She just lay lifeless under his crouch, feeling her heart thumping in her ears. God, I hope he doesn't notice how nervous I am. "Thanks," she blurted out. Could you be anymore of a virgin?

This made Gary laugh heartily until Amelie shushed him, embarrassed. "You are too cute," he mocked, reaching his hand up to her cheek and pinching it between his fingers. Amelie could not possibly turn any redder and prayed that the darkness prevented Gary from seeing her expression.

Responding to her, his lips moved closer to her neck. "You're welcome," he purred. Why here? Why now? This is not how Amelie planned her first boyfriend would act. And was he even her boyfriend in the first place? It was too confusing.

The soft touch of Gary's lips running over her collarbone made her tremble in fear and delight. She knew she was attracted to him, but she also knew she was going to embarrass herself by trying anything intimate. He'll probably laugh at how inexperienced you are.

Suddenly, Gary stopped and looked back up at Amelie from her chest. "What is it?" Gary stiffened a little, not wanting to genuinely scare her.

"Nothing. It's alright," she stroked Gary's short hair affectionately.

"I thought you wanted me." A look of hurt and mischief crossed Gary's face.

Amelie was slightly shocked. "I do, Gary. I'm just... not the best at showing it..." she mumbled, leaving her hand still in his hair. "I never learned." she looked at him, smiling apologetically for using the same words he had used to describe his void of sensitivity due to his father.

Now he understood. And he could cure her problem. "Well, I'll be your personal guide." Gary lowered himself back on top of Amelie. "I'll lead you to our first stop; the bedroom." As quickly as he had lay down, he jumped back up and picked up Amelie.

Are you ready for this?

She hesitantly looked into Gary's eyes as he determinedly made his way to his room. There was no malice, no snide look, no smirk: rather, there was a small smile that Amelie had never seen on Gary. It looked nice and relaxed her. Maybe everything would be alright. Trust in yourself for once.

A turn of the knob later, they were in his room. Gary shut the door quietly and turned the lock on the door. The room was different than Amelie expected. She had never imagined what Gary's bedroom looked like, of course, but she didn't expect it to look so average. Just two twin beds, a desk, a closet, and a few school supplies scattered around.

While she examined the room, Gary placed her on the bed and stepped back to admire her. "And here is where it all happens. I expect the bed will be much more accommodating than the couch, no?"

Amelie was too distracted by her overwhelming emotions to listen to Gary seriously. She just nodded her head absentmindedly and tried to control her pounding pulse. Breathe, she reminded herself. Why is this so hard?

Her discomfort did not go unnoticed by Gary. His face fell from it's slight smirk to a concerned frown. "Are you alright?" Gary sat down next to Amelie on the edge of his bed. She didn't answer, too afraid of what her mind would say versus what her heart felt.

After a few moments, Gary broke the silence. "You don't have to do this." A gentle hand came to rest on her knee comfortingly. "Look, I... care about you... and I," Gary took a huge sigh. "Don't want you to leave." A sincere look appeared on his face, furrowing his brows.

No. No going back. You are doing this. It's time.

Amelie placed her hand over Gary's and looked keenly at his face. "I'm not leaving." Her voice less shaky this time. "So, let's do this thing." Well, looks like you're gonna embarrass yourself either way.

Gary grinned and smoothed his thumb over the back of Amelie's hand. "Well first thing's first..." He placed his hands on Amelie's hips, turning her to face him. Her heart fluttered.

"If we do this, you will do as I say." Control was flooding through Gary's brain and he felt in power. "And I'll promise to take care of you." Amelie nodded her head anxiously, wondering what he had in mind. Finally Gary tilted his head forward slowly to the side, allowing Amelie to take notice of every action. Then he planted his lips on hers in a compassionate kiss.

Not too long after was Gary's wet tongue exploring Amelie's open mouth. He pulled away for a moment and looked into Amelie's eyes under his lashes. "I want your tongue, Amelie. Taste me." A shiver rolled down her spine and she nodded. He returned back to her lips and he moved his mouth to open up hers.

It's now or never.

Hesitantly, she poked her tongue out into Gary's mouth. It felt weird, like it wouldn't be sexy at all to stick her tongue down his throat. However, Gary quickly me her tongue with his and groaned with pleasure. Her brain waved with pleasure and she instantly felt warm from the kiss. Their tongues wrestled around in each others mouths. They remained making out for what seemed like forever, and then it was over. Gary was the first to pull away. He smiled at her, obviously pleased from the intensity of her kiss.

Amelie felt hot saliva on her lips, either her own or Gary's. Either way, she licked it off swiftly so as not to gross him out. However, he noticed with a raised eyebrow. "You're a natural," he smirked.

She felt all hot and bothered and needed relief. Noticing her chest rapidly rising up and down, Gary leaned down over her vibrating body and placed his ear on her heart, listening to the rough pumps of her heart. Pump, pump, pump. A hand reached down and began to stroke Amelie on her exposed calf tenderly.

"I want you." Gary growled, a low guttural noise escaping his chest. "I want to make you feel good." His hand went swiftly up Amelie's bare thigh and he ran his hand over it smoothly.

What did she want to do to him? Well, she wasn't exactly sure. All Amelie knew was that her lower half was beating and warming like crazy. But she wasn't exactly practiced in the 'sexual arts'. Embarrassingly enough, all her sex Ed had come from health class and diagrams of the human body: not exactly the romantic kind.

"Gary," Was all Amelie could say as Gary's hand begin to travel up her thigh. Amelie's breath hitched as Gary's cool hand reached the top of her leg. With a smirk, Gary started teasing her with his fingers slowly edging her underwear. "You like that?"

Where was her head? Somewhere floating off in the distance, probably. Maybe her body was floating away too; the only thing she could feel was Gary's cool touch and her insatiable throbbing. A strange feeling was travelling through her— dare she think it— nether regions, filling her with desire.

Suddenly, Gary traced his fingers lightly on her striped panties starting at the edge of her hip down down to her hot center. There he rubbed through the fabric with his fingertips then transitioned to a rougher touch with his knuckles. Amelie groaned, unexpectedly pleased.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're wet already." Gary tsked at her.

"I–I'm–" Amelie spluttered.

"I'm flattered, really, I am," With a sweeping motion, Gary curled his smooth fingers beneath the dampened fabric that blocked him from her entrance. His hand paused just outside, tentatively, gauging her reaction.

"What are... you–" She panted, caught up in the moment.

An even wider smile stretched across Gary's face. "Don't play innocent with me, baby. I know you're getting rather... hot and bothered, aren't you?" His chisled face met at the nape of Amelie's neck.

"Wh... I don't..." Amelie tried to organize her scattered thoughts to form a coherent sentence. If she could talk, she would tell him that she had never felt anything like this. It was like something out of a foreign film or something. Further, she had never even masturbated before. It just wasn't something she had ever thought of. Partially it was because of her upbringing; her mother or father preferred that she never found out what intercourse was until she was thirty. In addition, she never had such strong and intense feelings 'down there' to deal with.

But then again, would she really want Gary to know that she was so much of a virgin that she didn't even touch herself?

She lay there under his commanding glare, her opening throbbing at the nearness of Gary's hand. A loud moan escaped her swollen lips as Gary traced his thumb over her slit, rubbing back and forth. These feelings were so odd, she had no idea that she could be so full of pleasure at a single touch. Therefore, she couldn't hold back her near screaming that made Gary rush down to shush her with his lips.

He retracted his fingers back slightly and Amelie felt his lips turn up in the kiss against hers. "Shh..."

A sudden movement sounded from the opposite side of the room which sounded like the shuffling of sheets. Gary pulled back from Amelie and darted his eyes in the direction of the noise.

"Shit. Petey... I should have known." Cursing himself for forgetting his roommate's presence, Gary hastily pushed Amelie under his thick bedspread and under the covers. "Don't move." He commanded her. Amelie nodded in silence, holding her breath.

Across the room, Petey lifted his head off his pillow and turned to look at Gary. He still looked very tired and possibly unaware of what had just happened.

"Hmm... Gary," Petey droned sleepily. "Why are you screaming?"

Gary pursed his lips shut and glared at Petey in his normal manner. Nothing out of the ordinary here. "I had a nightmare that you couldn't keep your little hands off me." He grinned slyly. "You kept screaming: 'Oh, Gary, just once, please. Please, Gary, just spank me!' like the little slut you are." Gary threw his head back and laughed at Petey's horrified expression.

"Shut up, Gary." The redhead mumbled, falling his head back on the pillow. Within seconds, a soft snoring sound escaped the boy's nose.

Gary turned back around to face Amelie and lifted the cover over his head. Amelie's heart was nearly beating out of its chest at that point. Gary looked into her frantic eyes and placed a hand on her racing chest.

"It's alright. He didn't see anything." Gary soothed.

Regardless, Amelie did not want her first time to occur where there were others present. Did she even want "it" to happen at all? It was all moving so fast, the world spinning rapidly around, blurring Amelie's vision.

"I want to go to sleep, Gary." She mumbled, looking away from his face. "This isn't the right time... or place." Amelie added with a deep breath. Had she just rejected Gary Smith? Not necessarily. She was saying no... for now.

Gary tucked a stray lock of hair behind Amelie's ear and stared into her eyes with interest. "Trust me, Femmeboy won't be bothering us. Atleast, I'll make sure he doesn't." Though his intent was to sound menacing, he came off as soft and caring. This made Amelie feel a little less nervous. He definitely did not want Amelie not to go.

"I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Prefects are probably swarming right outside those doors as we speak."

Darn, he makes a good point. But how am I ever going to explain this to Christy let alone Pete when he wakes up? Everyone's going to think I'm a-

Her thoughts were interrupted by Gary placing a small kiss on her forehead. "Stay here with me, then. They expect this kind of thing from me, so I won't get in as much trouble as you, the fresh meat, would." He let out a small chuckle. "Just stay on that side of the bed. The Femmeboy knows not to encroach on my side of the room anyways, so he won't see you."

Maybe, just maybe, this would work. And maybe you shouldn't have come tonight. Why do you even like Gary?

Amelie gazed up at Gary's chocolate brown eyes melting at her and she couldn't help but to snuggle in closer to him, feeling his warmth envelop her body.

And in that moment, she felt alive-not merely living, nor worrying about what was going to happen next- all that was there was her and Gary. And that's how she was determined it was going to be, whether her head agreed with her or not.