I hurriedly made my way to the boy's bathroom. My mind was a mess and my emotions were running wild. I still felt hot inside and I couldn't get a hold of myself. What's wrong with you Michael? Breathe. Just take a second and cool off for a bit. Everything'll be alright….. Oh who am I kidding? How can I cool off after something like that? The heat wouldn't just disappear like that. No. I needed a distraction. I needed to do something. I especially needed to do something about the growing bulge in my pants.

I couldn't believe what had just transpired moments ago. Surely, I just imagined it. But why was I feeling hot all over? And why did my pants house my erection? I couldn't believe it. I had made out with Blake Jenner. Even thinking about it made my body involuntarily shudder. I had so much going through for me right now and I wanted to process it slowly.

First, the make out session. Okay, I didn't mind that at all. I finally saw what I wanted so badly to see and can I just say, Wow. I still couldn't get over how hot Blake was and how perfect his body was. His chest. His abs. His arms. Fantasies started forming in my head. All dirty thoughts about Blake and… NO. Stop it Michael. You need a distraction. Dammit!

I opened the faucet and ran my good hand through it. The cold water was very refreshing for my heating body and I let my hand stay there for a couple good minutes. The water was so cooling that I decided to splash some on my face. I shivered as the water hit my face. It was very cold and it snapped me out of my daze. I blinked a few times while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My black hair was slightly messed up because of Blake, but my cheeks were no longer tinged with red from my earlier blushing.

I gave a sigh. What was going to happen now? More importantly, what was my relationship with Blake now? Was he still my best friend? or were we something more now? The make out session surely changed our level of intimacy with one another, so where do we stand now? I don't know. I didn't have the answer to that. I raked my hair in annoyance and bit on my lower lip. God, why was my life so fucking complicated?

I had the answer to that. Blake Jenner. Ever since he came to my life, I had been a mess. Blake had caused me to question my sexuality. I've never been attracted to a guy before so this made me the more confused. What was with Blake that made me stare at him like an idiot? Was it his looks? Blake surely was a good looking guy, no doubt. But if that was the reason, then why wasn't I attracted with other guys. Maxfield was good looking, with his chin-length blonde hair and his southern country accent, but…. I felt nothing towards him. I only looked at him as a friend. But Blake…. why? Was it his charm and the way he acted around me? Was it because of that one encounter when I nearly ran him over? Was it because of that special moment we shared at Shanna's party? When he insisted like a child that I stay with him and how I slept around his arms in that small bed. All these questions ran through my head. Then I thought of something.

What is the reason why people fall in love with one another? Why do you fall for someone? I wasn't quite sure what the reason was. I processed this in my head and a random memory came to me.

I remembered the time in Grade Seven when I thought I found the one for me. Her name was Stacy. She was a really pretty girl, blonde hair and blue eyes. I admired her everyday and I would sometimes not pay attention to the lessons and school discussions just so I could stare at Stacy. I was beginning to think that she was the one for me. She made my heart leap for joy. But one day, all those thoughts of Stacy changed.

*(Flashback)*

It was valentine's day and I had decided to finally confess my feelings to Stacy. I had asked my older brother, Adam for advice and he suggested that I just be myself and go with the usual flowers and chocolate. He said girls liked traditions. So I bought a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses. I went to school with a smile on my face and hope that Stacy would like my gifts for her.

As I got to school, I looked for Stacy. The school halls were full of people handing out teddy bears and chocolates to their special someone or to someone they admired. The scent of different flowers also wavered through the area.

I spotted Stacy by her locker, she was getting her books for her class I presumed. I made my way over to her and I started to get nervous. As I got to her, her eyebrows rose and her eyes widened as she saw me. I suddenly was speechless. I couldn't utter a word. My hands shook as I handed the box and flowers over to her. "For me?" She asked as she pointed with one finger to herself. I nodded slowly and bit my lip. I crossed my fingers and prayed that she would like them. She took it from me and smiled. "Thank you… You're Michael right?" she said. I smiled and nodded.

"No problem, I-" I started to say.

"Hey Babe" called a guy who went next to Stacy. I didn't recognize him and I stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Stacy looked at him fondly and smiled. The guy smiled too until he saw what was in Stacy's hands.

"What are these, Babe?" The guy asked as he eyed the flowers and chocolates.

"They're for you." Stacy said as she handed it to him. "Happy Valentines, Babe." she said. The guy planted a kiss on Stacy's forehead and I just gaped at the sight. When the guy saw me he looked at me suspiciously. "Who's this?" he asked.

"Oh, that's just Michael.. my classmate." Stacy said. She then looked at me excitedly. "Michael, this is my boyfriend Brad."

"Oh hey there" I said as I faked a smile. I couldn't believe it. Stacy just took my heart and ripped it into a million pieces. I walked away from them. I didn't feel like going on with my day. I just wanted to isolate myself from the world.

I went home straight afterwards and Adam was clearly shocked to see me home so soon. He was about to ask me something but when he saw my face, he immediately understood. "I'm so sorry Mike." he said as he placed his arm around my shoulder. "I guess she's just not the one for you.." he said comforting me as he massaged my shoulder. I didn't fight back the tears that were forming in my eyes. I couldn't fight back anymore. I rested my head against his shoulder and buried my face there. I kinda felt bad as I ruined his shirt. Adam placed his hand on the back of my head and I found it soothing as I sobbed on his shoulder.

"She had a boyfriend" I muttered in between my sobs.

"Shhh… It's okay Mike…" He said as he tried to comfort me. "It's okay..". I stayed there for a few more minutes letting all my feelings out.

"I know what will cheer you up. Why don't you and I go watch a move together and after that we could hang around the arcade…. plus I'll treat you to all the ice cream and pizza you want. How's that sound?" he said with a grin.

I stopped crying and looked up at him. I started to smile. "You're the best brother I could ask for…"

*(End of Flashback)*

I stared once more at my reflection in the mirror. Why did Stacy not like me? Was I not good looking? I thought I was. I didn't want to be arrogant about it but certainly I wasn't ugly or hard to look at. I smirked at my reflection. Yeah, I thought, I certainly had looks. Stacy's loss I guess.

I went outside the bathroom and it occurred to me that I had no clue where Blake was. Shit. I had totally forgotten about leaving him in the storage room. I quickly made my way there and opened the door."Blake… Blake.. are you still here?" I whispered. No response. I peered inside and nothing. He wasn't there. Double Shit. I grabbed my phone and started to text him. It occurred to me again that Blake's phone got crushed in my accident and he didn't have a phone with him. Triple Shit. I kicked on the door out of frustration. Where could Blake have gone I wondered.

I looked at the time on my phone. 2:25pm it read. I still had about 35 minutes left of free time. I decided then that I go to the library. As I got there, the room was silent… Well Duh'! it was a library, what did I expect?

I scanned the bookshelves half heartedly. I was in the 'fiction' section and I randomly picked a book. The book I grabbed was a thriller one. The cover depicted a 'killer' hiding in the shadows of a tree. It looked promising. I went to one table and began reading. I was getting engrossed with the book and I found myself getting really into it when suddenly I heard faint sobs.

I suddenly felt uneasy. I tried to brush it off. Maybe, it was just my imagination. I went back to my reading. The sobs grew even louder and I started to get goose bumps. I quietly closed my book and listened more intently to the sound. I didn't know why but I wanted to find the source of the crying. I stood up and started to check in between bookshelves, finding where the cries were coming from.

I froze as I passed by one alley of the library. I gaped at what I saw. The image was surreal, like it was taken from a horror movie. It was Shanna. She was seated on the floor. She was crying and one of her hands gripped on her blonde hair. She looked at me and her eyes were haunting. What made the image so shocking was what Shanna held on her other hand. It was a pocket knife…. and it was soaked in blood.