WARNING: This story contains guy/guy situations so if you don't like that kinda stuff you probably shouldn't read past this point.

CHAPTER ONE

I winked at him, blowing a kiss in his direction. He was glaring back at me, which made me smile.

Krey was such a gay-hater.

Speaking of gay stuff, who enrolls in a new school when it's only a week left? Apparently Krey does. He's a tall dark handsome type of guy. And he wouldn't stop glaring at me, or anybody else for that matter.

All I knew about him was his name (and that he's a sexy beast) and I was itching to know more.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" A pale hand shot out and pulled me back down into my seat. I sent a shocked glance in Emily's direction, only catching sight of her recently dyed bright orange hair. Her store-bought seafoam green contacts were the next thing I caught sight of when she flicked an annoyed gaze up at me from her tuna sandwich.

"I'm gonna go talk to the new-"

"No you're not." She picked the sandwich up, sniffing at it before taking a bite. "You know the rules. It's not allowed."

I made a 'hmph' sound, look back over to Krey. He was busy glaring at someone else now, not paying any attention to me. "But Emily, he's so pretty..." I sighed lovingly, still gazing at him.

She slapped me in the back of the head, my face coming dangerously close to hitting the table in front of me.

"Keep your gay comments to yourself!" She hissed.

I absently rubbed the back of my head, sinking down in my chair and staring at the salad in front of me. I flicked the green leafy thingy and it whisked across the table at a turtle-pace.

Emily was a gay-hater too.

"Hey." Lips crashed onto my own and I smiled into the kiss, pushing Peter away. His eyes caressed my body, bright blue eyes sparkling, black hair shining. Peter was my friend with benifits guy (even if I am still a virgin). If he didn't have a boyfriend, I'd probably claim him as my own.

"Who's the new guy?" he asked, gaze following mine to Krey. "He's pretty hot."

"Shut up!" Emily yelled, covering her ears like we were about to make them bleed.

Peter glanced over to her. "Oh, come on, lil sis. You can't treat us that way. You're just as gay as we are. Just you like girls."

Emily glared at her brother, tossing a few peanut M&Ms at him. "At least I don't go sharing my 'gay' thoughts with you two. You wouldn't like it either."

"True." We both said in unison.

My gaze fluttered slowly back to Krey only to snap back to the salad in front of me. "Oh shit." I muttered.

"What?"

"He's glaring at me again." I whined. I hate it when people stare at me, even though I'm always staring at them. There is a big difference. Them being uncomfortable, and me being uncomfortable. I don't like it.

"Again?" Peter laughed breathily. "That's a good sign. Maybe you should go talk to him."

"Emily won't let me."

"Oh." He let out a breath, glancing at his sister with a smirk. "You're such a cock-blocker."

She blushed a deep shade of red, backhanding me in the face even though I hadn't been the one to say it.

"Hey!" I huffed, rubbing at my abused cheek.

Emily was a good best-friend... sometimes.

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I skipped upstairs to my room, shouting a 'hello' to my dad and step mom as I passed them in the livingroom.

I pushed open the door, closing it and locking it behind me before turning around and freezing.

Krey was staring at me, probably just as wide eyed as I was staring at him. Oh my, he's shirtless. Sexily sculpted abs exposed for the world to see.

I gulped, my mouth suddenly becoming very dry. "Um... Hello there."

My greeting was answered with an awkward silence.

"O...kay then." I said turning around and racing out the door to the livingroom where Bianca and my dad were pressed dangerously close to eachother on the couch.

"Dad!" I yelled, out of breath.

"What?" he glanced up at me, frowning.

"Why issss.... Why is he..?"

"Krey?" He chuckled. I for one, didn't see the funny. "He's Bianca's son. He's going to be staying with is now. Obviously we don't have an extra room so he'll be staying in yours."

"Where is he going to sleep?" I hissed. I didn't mean to be rude but, damn, this was a lot to take in at one time.

"In your bed with you tonight, we'll get him one tomorrow."

"What?" I yelled, then slapped a hand over my mouth. "I'm sorry... it's just..." My words were muffled by my hand and I slowly moved it away from my face. "I think it'd be better if I slept on the couch tonight."

My dad nodded, shooing me away with a flick of his hand.

I begrudgingly paced my way up the stairs back to my room. I glanced up, he was on my computer now, having put a shirt on.

Sadly.

I frowned slightly, sitting on the edge of my bed hesitantly. I glanced over to him, sitting on my computer chair, using my computer.

"I'm Taylor." I said quietly. I knew he had heard me though, judging by the way his eyes flicked over to me briefly. "I guess you'll need to know that since we'll be staying in the same room."

"Krey."

I nodded, even though I already knew his name it made me smile that he was talking to me.

"What... What are you listening to?" I asked, noting the headphones plugged in his ears.

He looked at me again, this time annoyance displayed clearly on his face. God, he was so sexy. Grey eyes, layered black hair. He could be a model if he really wanted.

"Jakewolf." He muttered. "Ever heard of him?"

I nodded. "Yeah." I smiled a little, trying not to be too obvious. He was making conversation with me!!! "He's pretty good."

"Sure is." He looked down at his iPod, then pulled one of the headphones out of his ears, holding it out to me. "Listen to this."

I took the earphone, my smile toning down a bit as I put it in my ear. My head bobbed along to the beat of the song, it was actually really good. "What is this?"

"You like it, don't you? First song I ever heard by him. It's called Harlots go to hairschool."

"Yeah, I like it." My voice choked and I blushed bright red. This sexy beast was carrying on a convo with me. Peter was sexy too, but Peter wasn't Krey.

Krey looked down at me from where I had somehow found myself on the floor leaning against the bed. His face screwed up into one of distaste. "Damn man your pants are tight."

I looked down at my skinny jean clad legs before flicking my gaze back up to him. "So...?"

He snorted. "You're such a tart."

I shrugged, not bothering to deny it. I was a tart, and proud to be.

Author's Note: This is my first slash story... ok not really. I wrote another but I don't know if I'm going to finish it... so I'm not going to post on it... yet. So, what'd you think?