1 Prologue

Trystan

"Owww! Mother fucker! That fucking hurts, you asshole." I rubbed my arm where Jace had just bitten me. "What the fuck is it with you and biting. I swear to god, you've got some freaky ass fetish or something. You left teeth marks!" I twisted my arm so I could see the bite better. I was probably going to have a bruise. "Fucker. One of these days you're going to draw blood. And then I'm just gonna have to kick your ass."

Jace laughed. He always laughed at my threats. "Tough guy. The day you kick my ass, is the day I suck your dick." Jace shook his head, his wet hair sending cold drops of water all over me.

It was my turn to laugh. "I think that's why you bite me. Cuz I won't let you suck me." I gave Jace a strong shove sending him falling back onto my bed and raced off to the bathroom. "You better be ready by the time I'm done with my shower!"

"Ready for what? To suck it?" He yelled from my room

"No idiot! For school, ya perv. You need a girlfriend, you're starting to sound a little desperate."

I closed the door to the bathroom, the warmth from his shower not quite gone yet. I rubbed a clear swath across the steamy mirror and glared balefully at myself.

You need a girlfriend?

Smooth. I gave myself the finger and turned on the shower, stripping out of my pajama bottoms.

You need a girlfriend?

What the hell is wrong with you. It was the last thing I wanted. Every time he had a girlfriend, I was in complete misery. I hung my head under the hot spray of the shower.

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"Seriously? Again? I am so hating this song?" Jace reached for the stereo but I grabbed his hand away from the volume control.

"Nooooo. I love this song!" I raised my voice and sang along.

"You're so gay." Jace laughed as he got the better of me and turned downed the volume. "That song is gay."

I looked at him with feigned disgust. "You know nothing, Jon Snow."

He pulled the car into the school parking lot ignoring the assigned parking spaces. "Hahahaha. Just cuz you quote Game of Thrones to me doesn't change my mind." He yanked his backpack from the floorboard and grabbed the door handle. "I'll see you in history." And then he was gone, dashing through the parking lot and up the steps throwing a few waves to friends as he disappeared. I sighed and grabbed my own backpack from the backseat. Fuck!

I didn't see her standing there, but when I opened the door, there she was, seeming ethereal, almost translucent, the early morning sunlight glancing off of her. Her long dark hair shifted in the breeze, her eyes, the darkest brown I'd ever seen, seemed to look right into me.

"Oh. Excuse me." I was startled. I tried to walk around her, but she reached out and grabbed my wrist. The urge to pull away slipped from me as I stood in front of her, lost in her gaze. You would have thought when she leaned in to kiss me I would have pulled away. But I couldn't I tried, or at least I wanted to pull away. But her lips pressed against mine and then I had no control over anything. I kissed her back. It was amazing. Like the best kiss, I could possibly ever imagine. And imagine I did, but it wasn't her I was kissing but Jace. I felt his lips, smelled his scent, strong and overwhelming, felt his hand at the back of my neck pulling me tight against him, felt him pressed against me, felt his excitement at the kiss. The moment was overpowering and when she pulled away, and she had to because I didn't want to let go of her, didn't even know that I was holding on to her/him, one arm pressed against the small of her back, the other at the back of her/his head, fingers twined through her/his hair. It left me breathless. She quirked a smile at me as she pulled away and broke contact. I didn't even realize I had dropped my backpack, but I bent to pick it up, when I stood she was gone. I could still smell Jace, his cologne filling my senses. I looked around dumbfounded, curious as to what had just happened. I heard the bell ring and noticed there were no other students in the parking lot, no one anywhere in sight. Just me standing alone, except for the security guard who walked in my direction.

"You need to get inside." His stance was authoritative.

"Did you see a girl just now?" I glanced around again, certain she had to be here somewhere.

He smirked. Like it was one of the most natural questions in the world. "She's probably inside, like everyone else, loverboy. Everyone, except you."

I shook my head, almost blurting out: I'm gay. But habit kept me from saying anything. I looked down, trying to look embarrassed and then headed towards the steps to the school. I gave a quick glance back and saw him looking around as if maybe he did see someone else. I reached up and itched at my neck and pulled my hand away, feeling a slickness. I gaped down at the sight of blood on my fingers. Reaching up again I felt a sudden stinging sensation. Oh my god, she bit me. Inside, I rushed to the closest bathroom and examined my neck in the mirror. There was a smear of blood on my neck, but that was all. I wiped at it with a wet paper towel. under the blood, my neck looked normal. What the fuck?