Requests by Lo: a porcupine ring, moisturizer, scotch tape, a world map, noises from down the street, sexy people by lolene, black jeans, forgiveness, a kiss lines: 'he said he would,' and 'egypt has less people than germany.'

The longest yet. Non-explicit gay sex.

"I thought you said he was going to take that out!" Hushed tones, barely a whisper, frantic and bordering on panic. I don't slow my pace as Regan trots to keep up with me.

"He said he would," I say in a low voice that I know she'll have trouble hearing over the blaring music. "That was the deal." But he didn't keep up his end. Neither will I.

I round the bend, Regan at my heels, and the music is loud. Blaring, and their whole group, the entire population of the "popular" kids are dancing, moving with the music as the annoying voice blares. I know the words, I've heard this song every day for the last fucking week.

Sexy people party with me

Get up off the wall if your feeling the beat

I know what you want and I got what you need

So come on all my sexy people party with me

Hot boys get the girls

Sexy bitches we rule the world

Low we getting low

Sexy people party with me

He's near the front, hands in the air while some slut grinds against him with the beat of the song. He's wearing tight black jeans, a white v-neck shirt. Everyone calls him metro, he's too popular to be a fag, but I know otherwise. Kacey Morgan is just as queer as I am, and I have the pictures to prove it. I thought he would take me seriously, but he obviously didn't.

Kacey, despite his dim-witted appearance and lack of any writing talent, works for the school newspaper. He'd come to me the week before, a drafted story about the "Techies" in hand. My friends, my high school social class, if you will, are the technology nerds. Fondly called Techies by the rest of the school. We're proud of our title, proud of our abilities. The story he'd written claimed that our entire group had hacked the school system and regularly manipulated grades. Which is complete bullshit, there's no way to hack into the school system without being caught. We've tried.

I asked him not to run the story, calling bullshit on it. We'd get checked out, we'd be questioned and, while we haven't manipulated grades, we've got an extensive essay selling operation going on that we'd rather not get caught at. I'd agreed to give Kacey the pictures I had of him making out with and blowing Matt Hopkins in return for him not posting the story. He hadn't held up his end of the deal.

He spots me and flashes a grin at the sight of the paper in my hand. The song ends and he walks over. I try to ignore how sexy he is and fail. He's fucking hot. He's right in front of me, looking down at me. Five inches taller, fuck him. I hold up the paper, glaring at him.

"What the fuck is this about?" He smirks and I don't know whether I want more to punch him or bite his lips.

"I figured fuck it, wasn't really going to lose anything by posting it. What, you'll out me? Pfft, big deal. Everyone knows I'm bi." I continue glaring at him. "Besides, this would probably give it away," he says, stepping forward and in one quick motion, he grabs the back of my neck and kisses me hard on the mouth.

Kacey Morgan is kissing me. FRENCH kissing me. In front of his friends and I hear Regan squeak behind me and I remember why I'm here. I jerk back away from him - not before adding a few moves of my own with my particularly skilled tongue, and the way he moans makes me want to shove him against the wall and grind against him.

Before he can react to me jerking away, I pull back and punch him square in the jaw. My porcupine ring digs into my finger, more harshly into the flesh of his jaw, and he cries out and bleeds into his hand, skin torn open.

"Fuck you, Kacey." I turn on my heel and walk away, Regan trotting at my side with a scared look on her face. I can't help the satisfied grin that crosses my face as I look down at my ring, wet with blood and bits of Kacey's flesh.

Sitting at my desk, finger tracing over the world map as I squint past my glasses, bridging over the scotch tape that holds the map together, I'm bored. A hand on my shoulder grips tightly when I trace my finger across Egypt.

"You know, Egypt has less people than Germany." He tries to sound smart, and I just snort, shrugging off his hand.

"I'm still pissed at you," I tell him, but I forgive him. How can I not? Okay, yeah, he went out of his way to print up two fake papers with the article in it, every other one had some story about cafeteria food. He went out of his way to piss me off, and he has the scab on his jaw to prove it. But he'd apologized and asked me on a date, kissed me sweetly, and blew me in the second floor staff bathroom during sixth hour. I definitely forgive him.

"Let's do something," he whines, and I sigh, taking off my glasses and turning to look at him. The sound of the kids playing down the street filters in through my screened window with the warm spring breeze. I can tell by the look in his eyes and the smirk on his face exactly what he wants "something" to be. I sigh and grab the bottle of moisturizer off my windowsill. I fuck Kacey Morgan in my bed and kiss the scab on his chin better. I think we can make this work.