I follow Katie out of English to her next class. She smiles, thanks me for walking her there and disappears into her classroom. I leave to return to my own class with a stupid smile on my face that Junior comments on immediately.

"Your happiness disgusts me."

"Good. I hope you choke on your own vomit."

"Now that's a mental image," Gavin says with wide, horrified eyes.

Throughout the day I am teased for walking Katie to her classes. Each time I return to class there is either Junior or Gavin waiting for me, relentlessly teasing me for being "a romantic." How am I being a romantic? Isn't it common courtesy to walk your girlfriend to class? I like spending time with her! Am I not allowed to do that? And what is it so weird about carrying her books? I'm being a gentleman! Plus I really want to keep this one and I have no idea what I’ve done wrong before, cut me some slack here!

However, this continues. When I sit with her at lunch Gavin fake cries at the table with Junior singing Player's Baby Come Back at a volume that catches the attention of everyone at Katie's table. I flush furiously as they says things like, “Katie, you're stealing Junior's man,” and “How could you leave your husband like that, Noah?” It seems I am an easy person to tease.

I glare back to the boys who can't seem to leave me alone. Junior continues singing while Gavin waves his fingers at me with a few flirtatious winks thrown in. I hate them. I really do.

The school day comes to an end. Junior and I are about to jump on our bikes to head for home when Gavin pulls up beside us in his sleek, red Jaguar. Fuck rich kids. The window rolls down to show Gavin with his shades on. He reaches outside the car to point at me and keeps a single hand on the wheel as he says; "I'll see you at your place. Pedal fast, peasants."

He pulls off blasting music in order to ignore my shouts, "Give us a ride, asshole!" Though I have no idea where we'd put our bikes. His car doesn't have a backseat. As if he'd allow our dirty bikes in the backseat if he had one. Plus there's two of us so, knowing my friends, Junior would make me sit on his lap. I grimace at the thought.

Hey, wait a second. "He called us peasants!"

"Took you long enough to notice." Junior scoffs. "Looks like he's going to help you out after all though. Gav rarely hangs out with us outside class."

"Guess so...what's the catch though?" I look to Junior, pedaling at my side. He shrugs but seems to be thinking about what Gavin wants from me. As if he'd help me for free.

Junior claims that he doesn't wish to be part of whatever it is Gavin is planning. He ditches me to head home and I am left alone to wonder about what Gavin could possibly want. I figured he'd want something if I asked for his help, but I thought it'd be 'buy my lunch for a month,' or 'carry my things from class to class.' Something totally childish and dumb yet would embarrass me. However, maybe he wants something else. I shiver at the thought of what that might be.

I see Gavin's Jaguar in the driveway. He is aware of where we hide the spare house key so I know he's inside. Should I feel comfortable that he is perfectly ok with waltzing into my home when no one else is there? The girls are at school and my parents are at work. I shake my head. After locking my bike in the garage, I walk inside to hear rummaging upstairs in my room.

"What are you doing to my room?" I shout up the stairs, taking two at a time before reaching the top and entering my room to find Gavin tossing clothing after piece of clothing out of my closet.

"Why are you tearing up my closet?" I ask, watching as he pulls out another shirt to 'inspect' before dubbing it either good or bad and tossing it onto my bed.

I stare at the small pile on my bed of different shirts and pants then to Gavin who is continuing to examine my wardrobe. He doesn't answer my question but continues whatever the hell that he's doing. I wait patiently on my bed, dodging the occasional piece of clothing tossed in my direction. It doesn't take long for Gavin to finish.

He turns to me with a scowl that I tilt my head at curiously. Sighing, the boy says, "Your wardrobe is pathetic."

"Sorry that I'm not as fashionable as you, Gav. Besides, not all of us are made of money." Mr. Daddy pays for my car and clothes. If my parents didn't have five kids I'm sure I'd have my own car. More reasons I wish to be an only child!

"You don't need to be made of money to have a half decent wardrobe. Do you own any decent shirts that aren't plaid?" He makes his way to my bed, poking at the pile of what I'm assuming to be 'good' clothes that are actually mostly plaid.

I shrug. "I like plaid."

"It's typical."

"Typical," I mock, making Gavin smack me in the back of the head. I rub the spot he had hit and watch him hold up the clothes, seeming to make a few options of what I can wear. "So you're helping me then?"

"No, I'm wasting my afternoon digging through your wardrobe for entertainment," Gavin replies with the utmost sarcasm.

"You find weird things entertaining, Gavin."

Gavin looks to me with a raised brow. "Are you in any position to tease me?"

I pout. "No."

"Then be a good boy and keep your fucking trap shut," Gavin orders.