This was just something I wrote a while ago for the few people that wanted Bray and Leonie to be endgame. This is a prequel chapter from before Leonie Met Heath. But don't read it if you don't like the thought of her with anyone else. Haha.

One Year After Benny Died.

"Just come over," I shouted at Jess through the phone, competing with the fucking loud bass thumping through the apartment. Mom was off on some excursion to save the world. Or put a drunk driver in jail after he plowed an old woman with his car. Same thing. Her work took her to Nevada this weekend so I took full advantage of the situation.

"Lee," Jess said in a serious tone. "No. I have four months left until summer. I'm not spending it grounded and I am not risking the chance to come back to Everglades. One screw up and it won't happen."

I sighed, admitting defeat. I wanted her to come back to Everglades just as much as she wanted to come back so that we could spend our senior year together. Her probation had been drawn out over two super long years and I missed the bitch like crazy.

"Fine," I pouted from where I leaned on the kitchen counter top. "I'll just dance alone."

I looked up just in time to see Kendra Hill sitting her ass on my glass table top. Which might not have mattered so much if it weren't for the fact that her skirt was shorter than Joe Rogan's hair and her ass cheeks were leaving smudges. I picked up the closest item to me, a potato peeler, and hurled it at her head, mouthing for her to get the fuck off my table when she turned around clutching her purple hair.

"You're not alone," Jess laughed. "I can hear the chaos going on over there. It sounds fun. I'm so jealous."

Some bitch who I didn't even recognise stumbled into the kitchen, her stiletto slipped on the polished floor and she slid sideways, grabbing at the counter to steady herself and instead knocking half a dozen bottles onto the floor.

"What the fuck?!" I screamed as she laid in broken glass and alcohol. "I'll mop that mess up with your body if you don't clean it up right now!"

"I'm gonna go," Jess informed me over the phone line but I was half way to hanging up and as soon as I hit end, mom's contact lit up the screen with an incoming phone call. I winced.

"Damn girl," Bray stood at the kitchen threshold and started hollering as he stared at the drunk, tragic stranger girl on the floor. I wasn't sure I'd even need to kill her. She might have been drowning in the alcohol as it was. "It's not even ten, sweetheart. Pace."

"Can you deal with that," I waved at her as I started to leave the kitchen. She was creating a bit of a barrier across the doorway so I held out a hand to Bray and he did one better and wrapped his arm around my waist, hauling me up and over into the corridor. "Mom is calling me."

"Yeah go on," Bray said. "I've got this."

I ran down the hall, threw my bedroom door open and slammed it shut behind me, ignoring the startled look from the half naked couple on my bed who had their legs wrapped around each other. "If you can be quiet for five minutes, stay there. Don't make a peep!"

Sheri from school tugged the sheet up to cover her chest, her cheeks were pinker than her nipples. Paul sat behind her. I hit answer on the phone and held it to my ear. "Yes mother?"

"Hey, honey. How's your night going? What have you been up to?"

I leaned on the door and sighed. "Just watching porn. You?"

She scoffed, assuming that I was kidding. Which I was. Sort of. "I've been working. I'm just about to get into bed but I wanted to make sure that you were alright."

"Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just in bed watching a movie."

"Have you taken your meds?"

My teeth ground together and I hated to lie, I mean, I wasn't going to lie, I had taken my meds. But I'd also had a lot to drink. Which kind of defeated the purpose. But alcohol was fun and normal and what I was meant to be doing as a teenager. So I smiled at nothing. "Yep."

"That's good. Alright, well, I'm going to head to bed and let you watch the movie. I'll be back on Monday, okay?"

"Yep. Cool," I clacked my tongue. "Love you."

"Love you too, honey. I'll call tomorrow."

We hung up and I exhaled a deep breath. For someone who liked to be up front and honest with the people that I care about, I sure did spin some bullshit to the woman who gave me life. I looked at the couple in my bed and saluted.

"I'd be grossed out, but that bed might as well see some action. Strip the sheets afterward, ta loves."

Sheri's awkward wave and smile was the last thing that I saw when I slipped out into the corridor. I wasn't kidding about that bed needing to see some action. It had been a hot minute. After I'd lost the person that I loved more than life, I'd sworn off falling in love ever again. No one would ever compare to him. No one. But lately I'd been contemplating finding someone to have some fun with because this dry spell was starting to kill me.

"Sorted?"

I looked up and saw Bray coming towards me from the living area. He had a drink in one hand and the other hand was in the pocket of his joggers. He stopped, towering above me with his tall height and tousled hair. We'd been friends for the longest time. Best friends in fact. But I could appreciate what a bangable babe he was. Golden brown skin and black hair. Chiselled. More in demand at our school than any other male and we weren't lacking in beef cakes, that was for sure.

"Yep," I said, waving my phone before I slipped it into my bralette. Which was all I had on, along with a pair of high waist shorts. "She was just checking in. I was panicking that Freddie told her how many students had come up tonight. He's a straight up dude."

Bray laughed and leaned a shoulder on the wall, staring down at the bottle in his hand. I think he was about to say something but the loud, high pitch squealing of his name coming from the living area cut him off and he looked over his shoulder with wide eyes.

"Who's that?" I asked, looking around him.

"Isabelle," he leaned off the wall and went straight for the guest bedroom. So I followed him. "She's been aggressively making moves all night and I'm just— na not interested."

I closed the guest bedroom door and watched him set his drink down on the side table. The curtains were open and the lights of the city were vibrant outside of the window.

"Why not?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Isabelle's hot."

"Yeah sure," he sat beside me with a shrug. "But I don't know. She's acting nuts. I'm not interested in anything serious and she's clinging hard. We've slept together once. I'm just not down. I know she's drunk as fuck too. So that doesn't help."

"Don't sleep with them if you're not interested in more."

He snorted. "Yeah alright. I'll never have sex again then because girls can't help but get attached."

"Ew, not even," I slapped him on his firm chest.

"Yes even. She'll get over it eventually if I curve her enough. It's just annoying in the mean time."

"You're such a pig. Girls are perfectly capable of casual sex without feelings becoming involved."

He leaned his elbows on his knees and turned his head toward me. "Don't believe it."

"They can."

"Like who?"

"I could," I gave him a smug grin.

His mouth twisted into his own smug grin. "You're a special case."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on my palms. "Yeah well, I wouldn't mind putting that into practice with someone and proving it because my vagina is gathering dust. It's been so long."

"I'll help out," he winked and I scoffed. "Kidding. Unless?"

I laughed. His tone was flippant and amused but I couldn't help but feel like maybe he wasn't kidding and I wasn't sure what would happen if I told him that I'd be into it if he was. Bray was hot, single, I trusted him. Plus, I knew that he was just as uninterested in commitment as me. It sounded sort of perfect. But we both kept giggling like it was a joke.

"Yeeeeah could be a bad idea," I winced. "You might fall in love with me."

"You wish."

I scoffed again and leaned forward, getting close to his face. "Are you about to pull some cheesy as fuck line on me, like let's make a bet? That'd be so you—"

I was cut off when he twisted fast and put his lips on mine. At first I was too stunned to move but then his hand slid around the nape of my neck and his finger tips tangled in my hair and it felt good. So good. Heat travelled straight to the south and I shivered as I opened my mouth and our tongues met.

"W-wait," I gasped, breathless when I put a hand on his chest and pushed him back after a few minutes of heated making out. "This isn't a bet, right?"

He kept watching my mouth as he shook his head. "Na I just really wanna fuck and I know we're on the same page about strings."

"This won't ruin our friendship, right?" I asked, my stomach turning over when he tugged on a fistful of my hair. "Because I like our friendship."

"Me too," he nodded, his lips brushing against mine as he pulled me back in. We were both restless and shifting further onto the bed. "I might like it even more now."

"Good."

Before I was prepared, he threw me down onto my back and kneeled over me, one hand on the mattress, the other pulling my hair and oh man, I knew it was going to be good.

"No one needs to know," he said, his hand leaving my hair and moving down to the button on my shorts. He popped it open with ease, his lips still touching mine as he spoke and dipped his fingers into my panties. "It's our business, our sex. We'll have a bit of fun and everything else stays the same, yeah?"

"Mhmm," I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in. "Now shut up and bang me."

Two weeks later, we were sitting in Bray's van after school, he drove me home, and we were about to head upstairs when I saw Alex coming up the footpath towards the building. Bray and I looked at each other with mild disappointment. This was going to delay our scheduled smoosh.

"Should we just leave and go to mine?" Bray said. "He hasn't seen us yet."

I slapped him in the chest. "That's so mean. Come on."

I jumped out of the van and met Alex at the apartment building door. Freddie opened it and greeted the three of us as we headed inside.

"What's up dude?"

He swallowed and stared at the ground. "Uh I just thought we were going to work on our biology assignment."

"Oh," I peered over at Bray who was walking beside me. He gave me a wide eyed stare, clearly frustrated that I hadn't agreed to peel out and pretend that we'd never seen Alex. Honestly, I felt a bit the same now, I had zero desire to do biology unless it was in the form of exploring Bray. Although, at this point, I was pretty well acquainted.

"You forgot?" Alex blushed and I wanted to sweep his fringe off his face and tell him to stand tall. So sweet and quiet.

"Not gonna lie," I said as we travelled in the elevator. "I did forget. But that's cool. We can do it. Will it take long?"

"Uh, a couple of days. It's a big assignment."

Bray groaned behind me and Alex furrowed his brows at his best friend. He was going to give up our secret if he didn't control himself.

Alex looked between us. "Did you guys have plans?"

"Oh no—"

"Yes—"

I glared at Bray and conjured up the fastest excuse that I could think of. "No. We were going to watch the football. You wanna join?" The only other thing that Bray loves more than vagina, is football. It was obvious that Alex knew that because he nodded as though Bray's frustration made total sense.

"Uh, na," Alex chuckled and the three of us stepped off the elevator on my floor. However, Alex didn't move when we started towards the apartment. "I don't want to keep you from the football. So, what about tomorrow?"

"Sounds good bro," Bray slapped his hand. "Later."

He was so insensitive. Alex is his best friend and he can't get rid of him fast enough. I had these defensive thoughts over and over again but in truth, I was hoping that Alex would bounce too. I wouldn't show that though. Poor little Bieber fringe kid, he was so awkward and timid. He tapped on the button for the elevator before the doors could close again.

"You sure you don't mind coming back?" I said. "Or you can hang around? We might get a pizza."

Alex, who doesn't like football despite the fact that his best friend is our team captain, shook his head. "No thanks. I'll come back tomorrow. Have a good afternoon though."

"You too!" I called as he disappeared onto the elevator and Bray dragged me into the apartment. As soon as we were inside, we dropped our backpacks in the foyer and he had me pinned against the wall in a matter of moments.

"The football excuse was clever," he said, his mouth on mine, his hands in my hair, his body crushing me against the wall.

"You're so rude," I gasped when he hoisted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. My school skirt bunched around the hips and he held me with ease as he started popping the buttons of my blouse one at a time. "You could have tried harder to make him hang around."

"The fuck would I do that for?" His tongue lapped at my neck and he pulled me forward for a moment so that he could tug my blouse off. My bra came off soon after. Yeah I wasn't sure what I was thinking when I tried to convince Alex to stay. Love that kid but this is a much better use of my afternoon than an assignment.

Our kissing was frantic, our touching was frenzied and by the time we fell into my bed, he had no shirt on and my skirt was unzipped. He ripped it off my body, followed by my underwear and then his face was buried between my legs while I clutched a fistful of his hair.

"Oh— oh— sh—" I gasped so hard for air that I couldn't even speak and when I was on the brink, he kneeled between my legs, which were weak and heavier than led, and he made fast work of getting his pants off.

He flipped me over and slid inside as I bit down on the comforter in front of me and stifled screams. His finger tips clutched my hips, pinching hard and his thrusts were brutal.

All of sudden he slid out of me and he was gone so fast that I looked up and at the same time that I heard him cursing, I saw a glimpse of mom's horrified expression before the bedroom door slammed shut again. I flailed and flipped over to see Bray standing beside the bed with his hands attempting to cover his junk.

"Shit," he stared at me and I stared back. We snorted and shared a quiet giggle. Of course, I was horrified. Humiliated. But what the fuck else was I supposed to do? There was no explaining what she saw. The explanation was right there. 'Oh mom, it wasn't what it looked like, we were doing biology homework'. Yikes.

Our giggling was silenced when I heard the front door slam shut. So I stood up and cracked open the bedroom door, peeping out into a dead quiet corridor. "Mom?!"

No answer.

"Mom, are you home?"

Still no answer. I shrugged, closed the door and then turned around to see that Bray had relaxed and given up hiding his boner. I couldn't believe he was still erect after that mood killer.

"Might as well finish?" I suggested.

He tilted his head in agreement. "Yeah. Might as well."