Tommy POV

"Is he new? He's really cute, Tommy. You know how to pick 'em."

I nodded and smiled with Cam, but as we walked down the hall, my mind was elsewhere. It was back in Practice Room 8, thinking about what could've happened between me and that pale-eyed, raven-haired beauty.

His eyes, which captured me as soon as I saw them, were the palest and most gorgeous I've ever seen. I still can't seem to get them out of my head.

A voice broke through the image of Adam in my mind, "You need to show me this guy, you and Cam keep talking about him."

I met the brown eyes of our friend Monte, who's also our band's guitar player. Both of us play guitar, but for the band we're currently forming, I play bass. Cam's our keyboardist and Isaac's the drummer.

We need to find a lead singer though, Isaac and I are thinking of holding auditions for the singers at our school who might be interested. That was probably why Isaac was looking for me about.

I shook my head at Monte, "I don't even know if I'm ever gonna see him again. He hangs out with Brooke and her pack of homophobic followers."

Monte's face scrunched up with dislike.

"Hey, I thought he was gay. He sure looks it," Cam said as I opened the door to another room.

"Who's gay," Isaac said from a table, not looking up from the book in his hand. "This guy that Tommy has the hots for," Monte teased, hand ruffling up my blonde hair.

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as I mumbled, "Shut it, Monte. His name's Adam, he's new this year." Isaac's head shot up at Adam's name, "Adam? Lambert? Does he sing, dance, and act?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know his last name, all I know is that he's an amazing singer." Isaac's eyes almost popped out of his head as he stood up, "Only an 'amazing singer'? I've heard of him, he's the kid that recently got transferred and is apparently the best that the drama, dance, and choir departments have ever seen."

My mouth suddenly dropped open in surprise, "For real? He's gorgeous as fuck and is an amazing singer but I didn't know he was that good. Damn, is he the reason you called me down here?"

Isaac nodded, a smile on his face, "And, since you've talked to him personally, maybe we have a better chance to have him sing for us."

Not that I didn't mind finally having a singer for our band if Adam said yes, but what motivated me to try and talk to him about it was the fact that I could I could spend more time with that pale-eyed gorgeous boy.

***Next Day***

I sat on top of the desk before our chair class started, talking to my friend Allison Iraheta. She has black hair with red, purple, blue, and pink scattered all along the lower part of her hair that go together perfectly, a brilliant smile, and a very friendly personality.

In our choir class she talked to everyone, but mainly me and her other friend, Orianthi Panagaris, who you can easily recognize by the blonde/black color of her hair.

The bell suddenly rang four times, the teacher walking in the door before the fourth bell sounded. She went straight for her desk, saying along the way, "Everyone up to the risers please."

All of the students got up from their desks and went to their sections on the risers while the director, Dr. Siobhan, took the role. Some kids were leaning against the risers and talked quietly when Dr. Siobhan asked, "Lambert? Is Adam Lambert here?"

The doors to the choir hall opened then and we all watched Adam run in, apologizing, "I'm sorry I'm late."

She only shook her head, strawberry blonde hair flying, "Don't let it happen again. Put your stuff down and get ready to warm up."

He nodded, setting his things next to a empty desk, and stood at the bottom row of the tenor section, right in front of me.

I spoke softly into his ear, my lips hovering above the sensitive skin below his right ear, "I told you, Babyboy." I left the softest of kisses on his neck, my lips barely meeting his skin. Adam froze up at my touch, I couldn't even tell if he was breathing.

As I leaned back, away from our own little world and into the crowded classroom, he turned, his pale blue eyes meeting mine. Adam had a strange look in his eyes that i couldn't quite place, it was a mixture of confusion and something that put a dark, alluring light in them.

He turned, but not before I saw the bright red blush that crept on his face, "Don't do that, Tommy. I don't know why you think I'm gay, but I'm not." I pursed my lips, sure that he's in deep denial, but had to let it go when Dr. Siobhan started the exercises.

The entire class was amazed at the raven-haired boy's singing voice, he was more powerful then even Allison. Our choir director simply smiled to herself, although she too was astounded by Adam.

For the rest of the class period, everyone who wasn't learning their part was commenting on Adam's voice or talking directly to him.

"Have you ever had singing lessons?"

"Your voice is amazing Adam."

One girl went so far as to cling to Adam's arm, fingers digging into his leather jacket and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I seriously wanted to pry her fingers off of him and snatch him away to somewhere we could be alone. But he claims to be "straight", so I didn't do that. He laughed a bit awkwardly and took her hands away from his jacket, "No I don't but sorry, I'm not looking for anyone right now."

Almost all the girls surrounding him looked disappointed by his words. Some weren't fazed in the least though, Allison being one of them.

Dr. Siobhan then came over to the tenors, shooed away the girls, and taught us our part. Adam and I caught on pretty fast with the melody of the song compared to the other five guys we were with.

When she moved on to the next group, I gestured my hand up towards the soundproof practice rooms on the balcony of the choir hall. I left for the stairwell with Adam behind me, before the girls started to swarm again.

In a semi-dramatic voice I said, "Pick a door, any door!"

He laughed slightly at my voice, moving towards one of the rooms. I walked in the room after him, setting my stuff down next to the door, throwing my phone on top after checking the time.

"We got about eight minutes to waste up here. What you wanna do," I asked as I sat down in front of the piano and played a random melody. When he didn't answer I suggested, "Go over our music...watch me play the piano...talk about whatever you-"

"Why do you insist on doing and saying things that imply I'm gay?"

I didn't answer him right away, instead I kept playing the piano and thought over my answer. "Well," I said as I laid my hands in my lap and faced Adam, "you're so obviously NOT straight that I don't know why those girls hit on you and not be able to tell."

Adam looked a little taken aback by my words, "So you really think I'm gay?"

I nearly laughed, "You're as straight as I am Babyboy!"

Adam had that strange look in his pale eyes and, like yesterday, he strode towards me until we were a few inches apart. As I looked up into his blue eyes, a hint of grey around the pupil, I felt entirely mesmerized by everything about him: his eyes, his smell, his beauty, and his mystery.

His breathing became deeper, and he ran a finger softly down my arm, sending electric shocks through me. Adam showed a crooked smile and whispered, "So what if I AM gay? Don't tell anyone I did this."

He lightly closed the distance between us, a gentle brush of lips. At the tiniest touch, his control broke and I was pushed up against the wall, his lips attacking mine.

Adam pinned my wrists to the wall and was showering my neck with kisses when a knock sounded at the door.