"Look at you, setting up a date," Gavin says then proceeds to whistle in an impressed fashion. "At this rate, you may actually grow a pair."

I punch the douche bag who only laughs. The two of us make it to our math class before the bell rings so I take this opportunity to turn to the boy and say, "It looked like you were enjoying yourself Friday night."

Immediately, his eyes darken and he looks to me with a blank expression. Soon that expression disappears and is replaced with a seductive grin that I try to tell myself not to shiver at but I do anyways.

"I was," he replies, his voice seeming to drop an octave yet somehow so very clear that I manage to hear it over everything in the room. "I was thinking you wouldn't have the guts to talk to me about it."

I feel insulted that he actually believed I wouldn't bring it up...but I suppose I was thinking not to earlier so I can't blame him. Huffing, I turn away, no longer able to see that grin of his without feeling the urge to do something I'd regret. "Yeah, well I guess I'm full of surprises."

"Indeed, you are," he purrs, leaning over the aisle. Though I'm not looking, I can tell that's what he's doing because I can feel his breath fanning against my cheek as he talks. "But, apparently, so am I. You make it sound as if you were surprised to see such a thing." His breath is almost scorching and the feelings that are bubbling in my stomach are uncomfortable. "Come on, Noah, I thought you knew me better than that."

"I thought I did too," I mumble more to myself than him. He catches it though and sighs, finally pulling away to lean back into his desk. I realize after he pulled away that my breath had somehow lodged itself in my throat and did not return to normal until after he put distance between us.

"It's no big deal," he says as if, exactly as he said, it's no big deal. "I don't do it all the time, if that's what you are worried about."

It is but I keep my mouth shut.

"Ross had some shit on him so we took it. No big deal," Gavin repeats himself, now shrugging nonchalantly. "The girl wasn't drunk." I look to him with a cocked brow. He chuckles and continues, "At the time-" he smiles cheekily. "-And was all for it. We used protection, blah, blah, blah. You happy to hear that, mom?"

"Again with the mom?" I ask, my voice coming out with a sound of exhaustion that I didn't mean for it to. He acts as if it's strange for me to be concerned. It isn't. It isn't motherly either! And who is Ross? The guy that was with him? The one that was creepily staring at him making out with a chick?

Gavin looks to me, noticing, somehow, through my complexion that this is really bothering me. He gives me an apologetic smile to which I attempt to smile back, but fail seeing as his smile disappears almost immediately.

"Sorry, I guess I figured you knew what I was like," he apologizes and even reaches over to grasp my shoulder. Said shoulder is now tingling from the contact. "You don't need to worry about me though, Noah. I can take care of myself. It’s really nothing serious."

I'm about to comment on how there's no way I couldn't worry about such a useless guy when Gavin decides to take this as an opportunity to tease me further.

"How sweet of you though," he coo's, leaning over the aisle again and, before I have time to react, places a swift and sloppy kiss to my cheek. I sputter some strange words that even I don't understand while wiping furiously at the now tingling area with my hands. Gavin chuckles. "To think that you worried so much about me." Again with the half-mast eyes. He seriously needs to stop that, it's going to give me a heart attack...from disgust, yeah.

Keeping his eyes locked with mine, Gavin asks, "Tell me, did you think about me all weekend? Was I driving you wild?"

"Fuck you!" I shout, because overreacting is a way to help your friends not tease you, and push the boy away forcefully. He continues to smile playfully at my turmoil. "I wasn't! And no you weren't! Just, as a friend, I was concerned ok!"

I can't even convince myself so how I thought I'd convince him, I had no clue. The devil continues to look at me with eyes that show nothing of what is going on beneath. I can't help but feel that, although Gavin claimed it wasn't a big deal, that there's more to it than that.

There's more to Gavin than the pretty boy with a loose bottom half.