Okay I felt the need to give you another one-screw the SAT. Anyway, this chapter is pretty mature so read to your own discretion.

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Her back was pushed up against the brick wall of the school. His strong hands lightly caressing her back as he went back and forth between her skin and her shirt. She knew it was wrong, she knew they could get caught but she didn't care. His mouth nipped the space between her neck and her collar bone claiming her has his. He took his hands off her back and she missed the contact; he took her hands and pushed them up above her head pressing his body against her to close the gap even more. She never felt more alive. He dove his mouth back to hers, pushing his tongue to play with hers in search for dominance. Pulling back, he start to trace her jaw line with his lips until he got to her ear and started lightly suck on her lobe. He kept whispering 'you're all mine' throughout and Becky's eyes rolled to the back of her head from the immense pleasure she was receiving from the simplest touches of Adam.

Becky woke up in a cold sweat; heart beating and adrenaline pumping. It had felt so real to her; the touches, his voice, the brick wall- it all felt real. She fell back against her pillow but no longer intending on sleeping. That's the third dream about Adam that she has had since the play; this one is was the most realistic of them all.

During Thanksgiving Break, she couldn't stop thinking about Adam and how nice of him it was for him to suggest she sing the final chorus; she couldn't stop thinking about how happy that had made her and how it made her cry tears of joy; she couldn't stop thinking about that almost kiss that turned into a hug that she and Adam shared. Did he want to kiss her? Did he find her attractive? Is he thinking about her as much as she's thinking about him? The thought of him thinking about her made her heart flutter; her knees grew weak when she saw that he updated his Face Range page. He consumed her thoughts, her dreams- but she wasn't complaining.

It was the first day back at school and Becky felt a new found perkiness she never knew she had. Getting off the bus, she started for the school with a smile on her face that no one could take away. She saw Jenna and went up to hug and to explain what she's been doing the whole week.

"Jenna! I feel like I haven't seen you in forever! Guess what- never mind, I can't keep a secret," she pulls her tickets out of her hand bag, "7 plane tickets to Vegas!"

"As if your parents would let you go to Sin City," Jenna countered.

"They're not for me, silly, they're for the fundraiser. I got an airline to donate them. They were going to give me 6 but I said how about lucky 7!"

"We are going to raise SO much money!" Jenna said as Becky jumped for joy and knocked into Adam. Her heart skipped a beat as he started to talk to her.

"Woops, watch it dancy pants!"

"Sorry, Adam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You way like a pound."

"Happy Romeo and Jules is done?" She realized that he could take that the wrong way. "Not that you shouldn't be happy; although, you could be 'cause you're entitled to whatever feelings you want." Becky knew she was rambling but she couldn't help it. Just being around him makes her tongue tied. Before she could embarrass herself any further, the bell rang, signaling that it was time to go to class.

"I have class," said Adam in a half smile.

"Great! Have fun!" Another case of verbal diarrhea from Becky and she knew it and Adam found her new attitude towards him weird but he liked it. "Have fun? Ha, did I sound like a moron?"

"Yes, yes you did because you like Adam."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since I sang in the musical what am I going to do?"

"Because of the transgender thing?"

Becky knows he's a boy. Why would God make her have such strong feelings for him if she was only going to deny them. "Adam's a boy, I wouldn't have feelings for him if he weren't."

"Then what's the problem?"

"He already asked me out and I blew it! How do I get him to ask again?"

"You could do the asking," Jenna suggested.

Becky contemplated that for a second, "I could," she smiled at the thought, "It's time for a fresh start."

Later on in chemistry, Becky couldn't stop staring at Adam. Man, did she have it bad for him. Before she knew it, the bell had rung and he was up and out the door. Collecting herself and her things she rushed right up behind him.

"Adam! Hey! So, homeostasis, pretty cool stuff huh?"

"Yeah, right up there with watching paint dry," he replied sarcastically.

'Okay Becky, just ask him out. It's easy all you have to do is not make a fool of yourself.'

"I wanted to ask- ask you-um," she tried to talk but no words were coming out of her mouth. She couldn't form a coherent sentence in front of him.

"What?" he asked.

She went to her safety option: "Would you like to volunteer for the student council fundraiser?"

Adam's POV

"Oh, um, I'm pretty busy with Whisper Hug now that the musical is over; so much work to do."

Why does she want to hang out with me? She probably wants to just take me to her father so that he can "heal me" and put me on a righteous path. But the way that she looked at me after the play; I don't think she thinks I'm an abomination anymore. Still, I shouldn't get into it with her. Who knows what she would do.

"It's for a good cause!" Becky pushed.

"To be honest, I'm not sure us working together is the greatest idea."

"I know we got off to a shaky start; but when you let me sing in the musical it really opened my mind."

What does that even mean? This girl is driving me crazy.

"Mo, mo! Can you explain to Becky that I can't help with the fundraiser because we've got band practice all week?"

"The man doesn't lie."

"Minor, do you mind if I borrow Adam It's for student council?"

"Uh, I don't know. Don't we have the Battle of the Bands coming up soon?"

"So you need to practice playing in front of a live audience?"

"I guess so?"

"Why doesn't Whisper Hug play at the fundraiser?"

"Oh, game changer!" said Mo.

Great, now I have to do it. Thanks Mo. There must be a reason why she's so adamant about us working together. Alright, I guess I'll agree to help her.

"Don't make me regret this."

It was a cool summer day. Adam was clad in sunglasses, a long sleeve shirt and swim trunks sitting by the pool outside of his house; he was reading his favorite comic book The Silver Surfer. He heard a splash and looked over by the pool but saw no one there. He thought it was his imagination and went back to his comic. All of sudden, what he thought was the sun was right in front of him and he shielded his eyes from damage. He heard a voice coming from the pool. "Adam," it called his name. It sounded like an angel sent from heaven. He looked towards the pool and saw Becky walking towards him, soaking wet in her pink bikini. The sun hit her sparkling body and she looked heavenly; his jaw was left agape. "Adam, come swimming with me," she said in a sultry voice, "take off your shirt and come swimming with me." He lost his voice for a second, taken aback that Becky was here in his backyard looking like this. "I can't take off my shirt. You know that." Becky walked seductively towards him biting her lip and straddled his hips as she sat on his lap. She ran her hands from his waist to his flat chest. Her lips ghostly kissing his jaw until she got to his ear. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said. He looked down to where her hands were massaging and he was completely flat. He sat up while looking Becky in the eyes and took off his shirt. She smiled, "That's better," she said and pushed him back towards the chair crashing her lips to his. He put his hands on her hips and she continued to straddle him and pull at his hair. She moaned and moaned his name begging him to show her the man he really is. "Show me, Adam, show me. Adam, Adam…"

"ADAM!"

He shot up from his bed covered in sweat. 'What the hell was that?'

"Adam, it's 5:00. You're supposed to meet Becky at the mall at 5:45; better get going!" yelled Audra from downstairs.

Adam fell back into his bed and just stared at the ceiling replaying the dream in his head. "That felt too real," he whispered. Checking his watch, he still had enough time to shower and meet Becky for their date. Yes, he believed it was a date. He showered, got dressed, grabbed his car keys and headed to the mall to show Becky Baker that he was a man; the only man for her.

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