○Tyler's POV○

I took a sip of my orange juice nervously as my eyes followed Troye coming down the stairs, not even noticing my gaze on him. He carelessly sauntered into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle and shaking it to see if there was water inside. The tiny waves sounded through the silence as he gave himself a pleased smile and placed it back on the stove. He pushed the little knob until it clicked and turned it, the 'whoosh' of a small fire under the kettle suddenly coming to life. Troye then turned to the left-hand cabinet to grab a packet of hot chocolate and placed it on the counter. After closing it, he turned to the right cabinet to grab a mug, when he noticed I was staring.

"Tills? You okay?" he chuckled, opening a drawer to find a spoon.

"Can I ask you something real quick?" I asked cautiously.

"Shoot."

"Okay," I started just as the kettle cried out, telling Troye that the water was done boiling. He turned off the stove and picked the kettle up, pouring its clear, scolding contents into the white mug. "I have this stupid Chemistry test on Friday and my friend needs a little help studying. Is it okay if he comes over after school today?"

"You want to bring a friend to an abandoned mansion filled with secret demons?" he asked sarcastically, stirring the now dark concoction in his mug.

"I mean, can't you just cast a spell on him afterward or something?"

"Tyler, I'm a demon, not a fairy." he replied. "But, yeah, I guess I can do something like that."

"Does that mean he can come over?!" I cheered with a hopeful smile. He rolled his eyes before looking down at his mug, seeming to think it through.

"This friend... is a boy?"

"Yeah, so? Is that a problem?" I shrugged sassily.

"Yes, actually. It depends on who it is. Is it Connor?" He raised his eyebrow. I looked him straight in the eye, trying to figure out why in the world he was so concerned with this. He could see right through me couldn't he? He could see that I had a major crush on this boy and that he was a very good kisser couldn't he? Fucking jerk, trying to ruin my make-out plans, how dare he?

"No, it's not Connor." I replied quietly.

"What's his name?"

"...Adam."

"Adam? Adam as in 'holy-fuck-he's-so-hot-and-has-a-nice-ass' Adam?" He asked

"Yes. That Adam." I responded through clenched teeth.

He laughed "Y'know, sometimes I wonder if you were raised by prostitutes, kid."

"A) Rude! And B) Is that a yes?"

"Okay, here's the deal, as long as you're studying, and he leaves as soon as you're done, we should be fine."

"Deal!" I smirked, mentally crossing my fingers behind my back.

"Alright, get to school kiddo. You're late." he clapped his hands, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. I nodded and reached across the counter to place my now-empty glass in the sink.

"Bye!" I smiled, jumping off the stool and grabbing my backpack from the couch.

"Come home straight after school, Tylah!" he yelled

"Bye Troye!" I rolled my eyes, opening the door and skipping out.

-End of school day-

"... yeah it was pretty cool." Connor talked. I looked around and stood on my tiptoes, not paying attention to a word he said. "Tyler!!!"

"Huh? What?"

He sighed "Who are you looking for?"

"Adam." I replied simply

"He's over there, shorty ass." he chuckled, pointing through the crowd. "Gotta go."

"Dubai!" I giggled, waving as he walked off. I looked back at the bench were the pretty brunette sat with his friends. I smiled and took a deep breath as I walked toward him with confidence "Hey, Ad."

"Oh, hey Tyler." he smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

"So, um, we can go study at mine." I said.

"Great! You wanna walk or wanna ride my car?"

"We can ride if you want." I shrugged. He smiled even wider, nodding as he turned to his friends.

"I'll see you guys later" he waved, rolling his eyes as they whistled with smirky faces. I blushed as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the assuming crowd "Sorry about them"

"It's okay. I would say something but they're your friends and you're cute."

"I'm not the only cute one here" he winked. I giggled and shove him playfully as we got to his car.

The car ride was mostly quiet as I busied myself with my phone, quietly gasping as he put his hand on my leg, rubbing up and down gently. It was now later. I chewed on my pen while staring at his hazel eyes as he solved the question of the practice test. We'd been here for about twenty-five minutes and Troye and the gang was nowhere to be found, which made me a bit suspicious. I ignored it though, focusing on the hottie on my bed. I was sitting against my headboard with my legs crossed and an open chemistry notebook on my lap. Adam layed on his stomach in front of me, with his book at my knees. He wiggled his pen against the page anxiously, biting his lips and furrowing his eyebrows at the problem.

"Need help?" I offered.

"Yeah" he frowned.

I leaned over and tried to explain the problem. "Hmmmm" he hummed quietly, nodding quietly, placing his hand on my thigh. "Thanks babe, i think I get your saying." He whispered in my ear. Goosebumps rose up from my pale skin at his voice.

"G-good" I breathed out, turning to face Adam. He met my eyes then gazed at my lips. Like a magnet to a fridge-our lips collided. I slowly migrated myself onto his lap. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and trust me, I gladly let that junk slip right in. His hands grazed up my shirt, which I disconnected our lips to let him take off the black piece of fabric.

"God you're hot," he murmured as he trailed his hands across my chest. He leaned forward and I leaned my neck over, giving him more room to put hickeys on my neck. I moaned as quietly as I could-which by the way-wasn't that quiet, as I grinded down on his lap.

His hands traveled to my ass to give it a tight squeeze. "Stop moving, baby" I let out a breathy groan, feeling his hand travel up my thigh. I heard the spitty sound of his tongue hitting the roof of his mouth as his lips turned into a cocky smirk.

"My boy's excited now, isn't he?" I quickly nodded my answer desperate for him to touch me. "Does my baby wanna be touched-" he was cut off by a sharp, Australian, accent

"I didn't know you meant this type of chemistry."

I jumped away from Adam to see Troye standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a not-so-amused expression. "T-Troye! I didn't think you were home!"

"Oh, well, obviously you thought wrong." He sassed, sarcastically grinning and waving to Adam "I was in my room the whole time."

"Who is this?" Adam asked.

"Um this is..." I trailed off, looking over at Troye for help.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I pretty sure I was told that this would be a study session. Not a make-out session."

"Listen dude. Tyler is an adult. He doesn't need your permission, he can do whatever he wants" Adam snapped all of the sudden.

"And I certainly do not appreciate of those marks you left on him." Troye continued.

"Why do you have to approve? It's his life, tell him Tyler." Adam nudged me. My eyes widened at the sudden gesture. I looked up to Troye raising his eyebrow, arms still crossed.

I sighed "Adam, maybe you should go home."

"What?! You're actually listening to this weird bitch?!" He responded.

"Hey! Don't talk about him like that!" I exclaimed, angrily reaching for my shirt as I realized I was exposed to Troye.

"Ugh. Whatever." He rolled his eyes as he reached for his backpack and shoved everything inside "Y'know, you're being such a loser about this. I knew you weren't gonna go through with it, you pussy."

I looked down in shame as he stood up. "Why don't I show you to the door?" Troye spoke, which was followed by a scream and a loud thud. I looked up to see Adam on the floor by the door. I looked at Troye with wide eyes as he smirked "There it is!"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" I screamed, rushing to Adam's side.

"Relax! He's still alive. He won't remember what happened in here though."

"So this whole studying thing was for nothing?"

"Hey! The only thing you were studying was his mouth."

"So what?" I sassed "I just happened to start making out with him. It's my life and you have no right to barge in like that!"

"Actually, I do! It's my house and you're my-"

"Your what?!" I yelled through his sentence.

"The point is you lied to me. So I'm not believing any more of your bullshit. You're.... you're grounded!"

"You can't ground me!"

"I just did." He sassed. My mouth fell open in disbelief as stared at him, seeing nothing but pure seriousness in his eyes. "The only place you're allowed out for is school. And no hanging out after, I want you on your way the second you step out of school is that clear?"

"Why are you treating me like a kid?!"

"Because that's what you're acting like Tyler! I thought I made myself extremely clear the first time but I guess not. You act like a child, you get treated like a child. Now suck it up and deal with it." he spoke harshly. Somehow I still couldn't understand why he acted like such a parent. I mean, I thought it was my life, and if I messed up it wouldn't affect him, so why did he care so much?

"Go away." I whispered, standing up and to face my painted wall. All I heard after that was footsteps and a door my door being slammed shut. I jumped at the loud noise and turned around to find Troye and Adam gone. Only silence stuck in the room...

... and guilt.

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Helloooo! Look at this knucklehead *points to self* I know I know, I'm the worst. I'm sorry for making you wait.. yikes. Also I'm sorry for all the boring dialogue, ew.

So um, school is coming up *scream* ik, which means if I get too busy, updates might get slower *scream* IM SORRY ILL TRY MY BEST!!!

HUUUUUUUUUUGGEEEE Thank you to my bae @SpuddySivan for writing some of this chapter. Please give her pops she saved the entire thing with her amazing skills ♡

So um yeah, I'll update "SOON" *evil laugh*

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