Author's Notes: I didn't originally plan on doing both POV's, but it needed to be done. Hopefully it will help highlight the differences between the twins. Jackson's a bit more... well, go see for yourself.

Hetero sex in this chapter. You've been warned.

Jackson set down his pencil and leaned back in his chair, letting out a loud sigh. Ms. Walsh clicked over in her to-high heels and held out her hand. "I assume you've finished?" Sitting back up, Jackson grabbed his pencil and slipped it into his backpack, then stood and slung the bag over his shoulder.

"Yep. See ya." Ms. Walsh pursed her lips and snatched the paper from the desk, eyeing him angrily as he left the room.

Jackson usually got along with his teachers, but as far as he was concerned, she'd had it out for him since day one. She gave him bad marks for silly things like bad handwriting and coffee spills on his work. She never let him leave the class when he had to take a leak, and she made him stay five minutes after class for every one minute he was late.

His grade on the quiz probably wouldn't improve much, but he had somewhere to be. He didn't want to spend all day making up one stupid quiz. Hoisting his backpack higher onto his shoulder so it wouldn't slip, he picked up his pace and rounded the corner to the gym.

"Jackson?" The teen halted in his tracks to avoid running right into the soccer coach. "Where you headed to? There aren't any practices today, so the gym's closed."

"Sorry sir," he sputtered, thinking up a lie, "my brother thinks he left his homework in his gym locker. He already went home, so I was going to get it for him.

"All right," Coach Eaton said without any suspicion. "I'll be back in thirty minutes to lock the place up, so make it quick."

"Yes sir."

"And Jackson? My offer still stands if you want to join the team. You've just got to get those grades up."

Jackson nodded. "I won't forget." The two parted and Jackson headed to the gym faster than before. He checked around the area to see if anybody was nearby, then ducked inside. "Darchelle?"

A blonde head popped out from the girl's locker room door. "You made it! I thought you forgot."

Jackson dropped his bag on a bench and walked to her. "I would never," he reassured her. "Coach said he'll be back in thirty." He grinned like a fox and felt his pants getting tighter.

"Minutes? Maybe we shouldn't then… Can't we just go back to your house?" Darchelle played with the hem of her pink shirt and fidgeted nervously.

"My brother's probably home. We share a room." He leaned down to meet her eyes, staring into them confidently. "We'll be quick."

Darchelle glanced around nervously, then retreated into the girl's locker room. Jackson grabbed his backpack and followed. She meant to head for the farthest back corner, but Jackson slipped a hand beneath her shirt the second the locker room door clicked shut.

"Jackson," she scolded, swatting his hand away and turning to face him.

"I'm being quick," he smiled, pecking her on the lips before slipping his hands under her shirt again and finding the clasp of her bra.

Arms and lips tangled together, the two found one of the locker room benches and occupied it. Darchelle allowed Jackson to remove her shirt, and then leaned back on the bench while the boy kissed her neck, and then her chest.

Jackson tried not to rush too much. He was excited, though, and his lingering kisses soon turned into hungry nips as he wrestled with the button of Darchelle's designer jeans. Once they were around her ankles, he found her lips and kissed them as she relieved him of his own jeans. His shirt was already gone; she had wrinkled her nose at it and told him that it made him look like Jace.

Guessing that they had roughly fifteen or twenty minutes left, Jackson grabbed his pants and dug around in the pockets for the condom he had slipped in there earlier. Darchelle was feeling antsy as well. "Hurry," she mumbled, covering herself while he put it on. "I'll just die if coach finds out. He'll tell my parents…"

Jackson shushed her and pushed her gently back on the bench. "He won't catch us," he grinned, poising himself above her. He stalled, kissing her collarbones and teasing her nipples with his tongue again. He could hear a clock ticking somewhere, echoing in the otherwise silent locker room. She whined for him to hurry.

After one final kiss to her breast, he complied. She gasped and dug her manicured nails into his back, struggling to stay silent as he penetrated her. He started out slowly, waiting until he could feel her growing impatient to move faster. He could feel her nails leaving marks on his back. He wondered what would happen if somebody saw them, and the thought made his cock throb almost painfully.

"Ah," Jackson panted, feeling his climax nearing. "Darchelle," he groaned. The loud clanking of metal against metal echoed through the gym. Darchelle's eyes flew wide open at the noise; her hands flung up to push Jackson off of her. Jackson resisted though. The adrenaline rush added to his pleasure and he muffled a moan by clapping a hand over his mouth. With one final thrust, he felt himself release.

"Anybody in here?" Coach's voice echoed through the gym. Darchelle looked utterly panicked, but Jackson pressed her against the bench and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Just stay quiet," he whispered into his ear. His member twitched inside her and she let out a small squeak. "Don't move. He'll go away in a minute."

She glared at him, but followed his instructions. Both of their hearts pounded, even after they saw the lights go out and heard the gym door shut. They remained there for another minute before Jackson removed his hand.

"Great," Darchelle spat. "Now we're locked in this damn place. What on earth am I going to tell my parents? I have a test to study for!" Darchelle, despite her choice of after school activities, was a straight 'A' student. She and Jace only got together occasionally because, in her own words, "You're hot and I don't have time for dating."

"Calm down," Jackson spoke softly, finally pulling out. "I know how to get out of here even when its locked. It wasn't his first time being locked in, but it was certainly his favorite. They had been so close to getting caught.

Darchelle refused to look at him while they dressed, though Jackson was too busy wondering if he should leave the condom somewhere obvious to notice. He finally decided to throw it away in the female coach's office trash can. After they had both collected their things, Jackson led the angry girl from the locker room and to one of the doors that she had assumed was the janitor's closet. It turned out to be the Janitor's office, in which there was another door that led to a school hallway. They listened carefully at the door before exiting just to make sure the hallway was empty.

"See? Just like we were staying late for a class." Her mood didn't improve, but she looked a lot more relaxed. "Are you coming to the party on Friday?" he finally asked, nudging her a bit.

She sighed and checked her cell phone to see if her parents had called. "No, I've got a project for biology that I need to work on. Maybe next time. Happy Birthday though."

"Thanks. Good luck on that project." They exited the hall and went in separate directions; he had parked on the other side of the building to be closer to his first class.

As soon as he got home, he jumped in the shower. Darchelle's perfume was potent and he didn't want his little sister asking all sorts of questions. When he finally got out of the shower, long after the water had lost its warmth, he found his sister downstairs watching a movie. He hopped on the couch with her. "Where's the rest of the family?" he inquired, taking a swig of her soda.

"Gross, now I have to get a new can," she complained. He shrugged and took another sip. "Mom and Dad are out with friends. They said something about a birthday dinner. I haven't seen Jace all night. He's probably at his girlfriend's house."

Jackson rolled his eyes. May was convinced that Jace and Megan were dating. To be totally honest with himself, Jackson had to admit that he wasn't sure why they weren't. "So we're left to fend for ourselves for dinner?"

"You are. I ate the leftovers." May shrugged apathetically, but Jackson knew she got a kick out of it.

"Aw, you're supposed to look out for us! Instead you go eating everything and leaving us to starve?"

"Too slow, I guess," she offered.

Jackson checked his phone for messages and saw that he had a text from Megan. 'Jace fell asleep. Parents borrowed my car, so I can't bring him home.' He grinned and pulled himself off the couch. "Whatever, I'll just go get McDonalds."

"What? Jackson!"

"Gotta fend for myself, right?" he sang, grabbing his car keys from the table and twirling them on one finger.

"Bring me back something!" May demanded, leaning over the back of the couch to call after him. He pretended not to hear her and slipped out the door.

More Author's Notes: So Jackson has a fetish. Can anyone guess what that is? ;D Review pretty please.