Back to school. Ugh... I hate school. The amount of exams we have to take this term is ridiculous. I walked into my new Textiles class and sighed. Sky and Dianna were in my group, that's something good already. As my eyes spied the room, I recognised faces from previous terms, but when my eyes lingered on that one, unfamiliar person, my heart soared. It was Aiden! Shock overtook my body, causing me to slowly shuffle to an available seat instead of walking. Aiden glanced across at me and his eyes widened, a bright smile stretching across his face.

I returned the smile, but it faded as he gathered his stuff and moved over to the seat beside me, "I didn't expect to see you here..." He smiled at me as Miss Terrace walked in the room. Miss Terrace was a stout woman, fairly rounded, wrinkles were all over her face.
Her hair was frizzy and very 80's style. She clasped her hands together as she examined the class, "Alright class! Welcome to the year 12 Textiles course. I'm Carly Terrace, and I will be your teacher through this two-year course. Any questions?" She asked. No one raised their hand. "Excellent. Right, as you've all taken this course, I assume you all have innate skill with textiles. So, for your first project, I would like each of you to design a pair of trousers or a skirt for someone in the class. Molly, you're with Yasmin. Sky, you're with Tina. Dianna, you're with Ginny. Ethan, you're with Aiden. Everyone sorted? Good. Off you go!" She smiled, putting a few diagrams on the board and sitting at her desk.

My heart was pounding, "S-So... Aiden." I stammered, looking to him, "I'll get the fabric, you can get us some equipment." I smiled weakly, before standing up and heading off to collect some fabrics. I grabbed some denim and a roll of cotton. I walked back over to mine and Aiden's desk, sitting beside him and laying out the fabric, "Okay, so... I'll make a pair for you. Then you make a pair for me." I explained, unravelling the measuring tape that Aiden had collected and knelt down while he stood up. Aiden smirked as he looked down at me, "This brings back memories..." He chuckled darkly. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes, "Shush. I've been through enough these past few days." I grumbled, pressing the tape measure against his legs and wrote down the length, then shuffling over to the other leg and measuring that.

He sniggered, "What, Jack and Luke giving you hell already?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him, "Th-They told you...?" I stammered. He nodded, "Didn't spare any detail either." He smirked, grunting as he stretched his arms, "Don't stretch!" I scolded, folding my arms, "You'll fuck up the measurements..." I sighed, standing up. Aiden smiled, "Sorry, boss." He said, sitting back down. I rolled my eyes, beginning to cut out the template for the denim trousers.

Later that day, I was walking home with Terry. "So, Ethan. I heard you're making some jeans for Aiden." He smiled, slowly trying to slide his arm around me. I shrugged him off and smiled, "Yes... I'm getting along with him really well." I giggled, thinking back to the fun we had in that lesson. Terry flinched, "So, how is yours and Aiden's relationship?" He asked, his tone becoming slowly serious. I looked down, "I... I think he really likes me." I smiled dreamily.
Terry rolled his eyes, "Likes you, please Ethan, that's demented! This is why you never should have spoke to him! Dude, this whole romance that you've invented just proves, you're too naive to be around him..." He grumbled, stopping and glaring at me, "Why would he like you, c'mon now really!" He snapped, grabbing the collar of my school uniform, "Look at you! You think that he's impressed!" He said, messing up my hair, "Life can be scary! Come with Terry... I can make your dre-" I stamped my foot down, cutting him off mid-sentence, "No!" I shouted, glaring at him. He stepped back, "No? Oh... I see how it is..." He smirked, putting his hands on his hips and growling, "Ethan knows best, Ethan's so mature now! Such a clever grown up kid." He snarled, patting me on the head and smirking, "So Ethan knows best? Fine, if you're so sure now! Go ahead and get with him!" He shouted, circling me, his gestures showing nothing but anger, "You can't keep him here, don't let him deceive you! Give 'it' to him watch, you'll see! Trust me, Ethan." He growled, clicking his fingers, "That's how fast he'll leave you. I won't say I told you so - No! Cause Ethan knows best! So if he likes you so much, go and put him to the test! If he's lying, don't come crying! I gave you a chance!" He roared, before stopping in front of me and staring a hole in my head.

I whimpered, my lips trembling, "T-Terry..." I winced, before covering my face with my hands and sobbing, flinching as a voice called from behind, "Terry... That was too far." The voice shouted. I span around, my tearful eyes widening at the sight of Aiden, face red with hate, "You're having a go at him for thinking I like him?" He snapped, storming towards us. Terry shrugged, "I'm simply implying that I think he can do better." He rolled his eyes, turning away. Aiden grabbed him by the shoulders, "What is your problem?!" He shouted, spinning him around to face him, "First you tell everyone what happened between Ethan, Jack and Luke, then you begin writing a song directed at Ethan and now, you're having a go at him! Terry, you are absolutely INSANE." He boomed, only to get pushed back by Terry, "But you don't like him! I like him. Joe, Luke and Jack like him, but you don't!" He shouted back. I was already backing away in fear and shock. Aiden grabbed him by the arm and dragged him in, "You don't know shit, Terry..." He whispered menacingly. Terry gave him an evil stare, "Fucktard..." He growled, before Aiden threw his fist into Terry's right cheek. He flew back in shock, leaving Aiden fuming, ready to throw a second punch. I whimpered, before running in a fit of tears, leaving the pair to fight or work it out.

I kept on running, before closing my eyes. My world was spinning, my head was aching. My brain killed, before I began to feel something warm slowly wrap around me, a large, beating object pressing against my body. I opened one eye, looking around. I could see a red shirt before my eyes. I opened my other eye and looked up, and my mouth unhinged slightly as I realised who I was being held by, "Why, hello..." Jack smiled, stroking my head. My eyes were red from my tears, my face contorted from fear, "J-Jack...?" I asked, wincing. He kissed my forehead, "Shush... Calm... Breathe, Ethan..." He sighed soothingly, combing his fingers through my hair. I looked up into his eyes, "Th-Thank you..." I whispered, nuzzling his neck. He held me, placing his chin on my shoulder, "I'd never leave you in your time of need, Ethan... You're too important to me." He smiled, leaning my head back. We looked into each other's eyes, our gazes locked. Our lips moved closer, our breath mixing, our noses brushing. Jack smiled, "I love you, Ethan Fisher." He smiled, before grasping my shoulders and kissing me. Our mouths were open within seconds of the kiss beginning. Our tongues stroked and caressed each other, saliva trailing across our mouths. Our eyes were closed, quiet moans of ecstasy flowing from one mouth to another. He placed a hand on my cheek, the other sliding around my waist to squeeze my asscheeks. I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, my other hand stroking his chest. When our lips finally parted, we gasped for air, "J-Jack..." I whispered, biting his bottom lip. He kissed my cheek, "Please... Please, be my boyfriend." He insisted, looking into my eyes. My eyes widened and I was speechless, until I threw my arms around him and planted a kiss on his lips, "Yes, Jack. Yes... I will be your boyfriend." I giggled, not letting go. He slid his arms around my waist, kissing me passionately.

And that was when my life turned upside down.