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I was strolling down the path on my way home when someone called out to me. I stopped and turned, only to be caught in someone's arms. The path melted away and the two of us were floating over a field of roses.

"Damien, you're so gorgeous."

He stroked my hair lightly with one hand whilst the other roamed down my back, making my lower body move closer. His hand stopped on my backside and squeezed. I was so hot, my body was just longing to be touched and kissed... I closed my eyes and smiled as I heard John's heavy breathing in my ear.

"Oh God, I want your ass."

I moaned silently. Our bodies were so close that they were basically entwined...

The pole came out of nowhere and before I could react, I had walked straight into it. I fell backwards onto the concrete path, my bag spilling open and scattering my books everywhere. Embarrassedly I rubbed my forehead where I had hit my head and stole a glance around to make sure no one was around. I sighed in relief when I saw that I was, in fact, alone.

I had left school a bit later than usual today because I was behind in English and decided to stay afterschool to catch up. I now was happy with myself for being late, because if I had left on time people would've seen my accident.

"Damn it Damien! Why don't you pay attention to where you're walking? "

I scolded myself as I picked up my books and bag.

"Now I'll have a pole-shaped bruise on my face forever as a reminder... "

I started blushing as I remembered my fantasy. I shook my head.

"Why are they getting dirtier?"

I wasn't the type to have dirty fantasies, or touch myself over them, but that last one... Definitely M-rated, I sighed in my mind, standing up and stuffing my books into my bag.

"Here, you missed one."

I flinched. I knew that voice.

Sure enough, John stood before me holding out one of my books. I took it, blushing brightly again, smiling in gratitude. He hoped John hadn't seen me walking into the pole. Maybe he saw me on the ground and thought that I had dropped my bag? I thought hopefully.

"You need to watch where you're going." John said smiling.

I blushed a darker shade of pink. Of course, he had seen it.

"Surely you don't want to hurt that pretty head of yours?"

This comment made me so embarrassed, I thought I would melt. Pulling out my personal organizer, I wrote quickly;

"It was an accident. Why did you say that? Why did you call me... cute?"

"Are you offended? Anyway, I was looking for you."

I was puzzled again. I gave John a questioning gaze which made him smile.

"I want you to come over to my house for study. I live down Pine Terrace. Hope to see you soon!"

I was dumbstruck, a mixture of feelings competing against each other in my head. On one hand I was frustrated and annoyed at John. He'd say something puzzling and then quickly go off before I could ask him what he meant by it. But on the other hand I felt ecstatic and nervous. Somehow, for some reason, John called me cute and pretty! Did that mean that there was a slight chance that he might have feelings for me? But why didn't he just say so? If I had a voice I would have growled. Instead I just gritted my teeth.

Allowing the annoyance take control so I didn't have to feel nervous, I continued on my way to my house. The plan was to go home, calm down, get dressed and then go over to John's house. I couldn't turn down an invitation to John Dermanis' house. Surely that was illegal?

An hour and a half later, I anxiously wondered down Pine Terrace, smoothing down my hair. I had taken an hour to decide what I was going to wear. Too dressed up and John would know that I liked him. That was bad. Too casual and John would think that I wasn't interested. That was extra bad. In the end I decided to wear a pair of good jeans, my favorite black t-shirt and a jacket; an effort worthy of something casual but important. I now hoped U hadn't taken too long to get ready.

I then realized that John hadn't actually told me exactly what number his house was. I stopped walking, my stomach dropping suddenly so I felt woozy and sick.

"How could I be so stupid?! Of course it was a joke... "

My eyes began to water and it felt like I had a lump in my throat. To try and save the rest of my dignity, I turned and rushed back up the street, trying my hardest not to cry as my heart broke into pieces.

Someone caught my arm suddenly, making me gasp. I whipped around to see John holding my wrist with a shocked expression on his face.

"Damien? Why are you crying?" He asked worried.

I sniffed and with my free hand, I wiped away my tears. My heart began to flutter as I stared into the other's eyes. I wanted to close my eyes and feel those soft lips touch mine... Feel that muscular tongue force its way into my mouth... Feel his teeth bite my own tongue.

I grew hot and blushed. Realizing this, I drew my arm away from John and hung my head, hoping my long hair would hide my face. I was so ashamed.

"Are you okay?"

John's concerns brought me back to the present. My hand found my personal organizer and before I could stop myself, I had written;

"I thought you were joking... I felt stupid."

After reading this, John smiled.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you my address... But I'd never trick you like that. That's just plain cruel."

"You must think I'm pathetic."

John shook his head.

"Not at all. Now stop worrying your pretty head about it. Follow me."

He put a hand on my shoulder and steered me a little way down the street and then down a driveway.

As I allowed myself to be led to John's house, I drank in my surroundings greedily. The houses down Pine Terrace were all neat and tidy, with square lawns and flowers in the gardens. John's house looked like the rest; the only thing that set it apart was the color of the roof.

I snuck a peek at John. He was wearing dark jeans and a tight top. His ears, I noticed with a jolt, were pierced twice each, one on the lobe and one on the top of each ear. I never noticed that before.

Feeling sulky, I ran my fingers across my own ears, imagining what I would look like with piercings. But I hated pain and needles. I'd never get a piercing ever.

"You like day-dreaming, don't you?"

John laughed, opening the front door and pulling me inside.

"No need to take your shoes off."

I straightened at once and surveyed the room.

I was standing in the lounge it seemed. There was a large LCD screen TV sitting in the corner on a heavy-duty wooden cabinet. Three squashy leather sofas clustered around it. The walls bearded years of family portraits and outings. One picture - larger than the rest - caught my eyes in particular. It had five people in it: a woman, a man, two boys that looked like twins and a girl.

John caught me staring at it and commented on it.

"That's my mum and dad."

I saw that he took more after his mother, but he had his father's eyes.

"That's my older sister; Caroline. She lives in Singapore with her fiancé."

I nodded. John was still looking at the twins, a sad look on his face. I pulled out my personal organizer, but before I could question him about the twins, he said,

"I'm the boy on the right... Well, I think I am...My twin, Jack... He passed away ten years ago... he was hit by a car..."

I didn't know what to do. The only person in my family that had died was my grandma. I was close to her, and the shock and grief lasted for years. But to lose a brother, let alone a twin.

"Anyway, we should get cracking. I thought we'd start with Math..."

I tried to pay attention, but I couldn't help noticing that we were completely alone in the house...

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Picture of John ~~> 

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