I slept in the next day. I really expected to wake up and go to school. I guess mom let me have a day off.

Colton tried texting me a few times. He called once, right before homeroom. Of course I was still sleeping my butt off.

We did more than just kiss, just touch. Way more. We ended up doing it in the backseat of his car.

We were supposed to go out and eat but I voted out, wanting to be close to him all night. I got back around eleven, just like mom expected. But I was too tired to tell her anything whatsoever. Like I was even planning on saying anything.

It was the best night ever. So far, anyway.

I grabbed my phone right as Colton called me. What if he was in class and ended up getting in trouble because of me?

I answered it anyway, using a small voice. "Hey."

"Where are you?" He yelled into the phone.

I held it back a little. "I slept in."

"Slept in? I've been trying to make it through today and it hasn't been pleasant. Ethan wants to kill me!"

"He does not." I said, crossing my free arm over my chest. "He's jealous of you but he certainly doesn't want you dead."

"How would you know that? He told me that I'll pay for stealing you from him." Colton said and I heard him sniff. Was he crying?

"Colton, I won't let him hurt you, okay? I'll be in soon." I said, crawling out of bed.

"Text me when you get here. I'll be hiding."

"Colton, don't-" But he had already hung up. I sighed and got dressed. I could still make it for the last two classes if I left now.

"Ethan, we need to talk." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He laughed. He was trying to seem cool around his friends. Go figure. "Go ahead."

"I meant in private."

"Just say it. Get it over with." Ethan said, leaning against the lockers beside him. His friends behind him laughed.

"Dude, let's get out of here. Let them have their moment." Frank Rogers said, nudging the boy beside him. I didn't know that kid.

"Be with you in a sec." He said, making himself comfortable.

I glared at him. "What's your problem?"

"My problem? I don't know what you're talking about." He said casually.

"Yeah, I think you do." I growled, glaring at him. "Why can't you leave me and Colton alone? So what if we're dating?"

"I don't want to talk about this." He said, turning away from me and heading down the hall.

I caught up with him in an empty hallway and grabbed his arm. "Admit it, you're jealous."

"I'm not jealous." He said, looking back at me with pain in his eyes. "I'm in love with you, Jason. Why can't you just love me, too?"

"I love Colton, not you, Ethan. And if that means you'll beat me up for it, go ahead. It won't change anything." I said, knowing he'd be mad at me. There was no way he could be okay with all this. Not one bit. I'd be toast for sure.

"Cna I..." Then he shook his head. He took both of my hands from my armpits and squeezed them. "I'm not gonna hurt you. You wouldn't look as pretty."

I blushed. What was he about to do?

"I want you to be happy." He kissed me softly. I stood there, frozen. Completely shocked. "Make the right choice."

I stood there, stuttering and trying to speak right, as he left. Was it finally okay for me to love Colton and not feel bad? Was this the last time I'd ever talk to Ethan?

Colton stepped out of a random closet and just thhe look on his face... I almost died. He looked so sad, confused. Did he hear all that?

"Make the right choice." He whispered, his eyes tearing up.

I hugged him tightly, my arms wrapping around his neck. "I love you. Okay? I love you and I've always loved you. I always will. Please don't be mad at me."

He hugged me back, holding me as I cried. Finally, he spoke. The bell rang for the class change and people filled out into the hallways. "I love you, too. But we should get to class seeing as I skipped about as many as you did today."

I smiled at him and headed to my locker. I grabbed a simple notebook and continued down the hall.

"You know, I was starting to wonder if you'd ever tell me that." Colton said, wrapping his arm around my back.

I leaned into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. "I would've gotten to it someday."