I lay in bed with my gorgeous boyfriend, thinking about what we’d spent the night doing. What I’d spent Friday doing. Or should I say who? Allow me to introduce the two in question. First up, we have my gorgeous boyfriend Tommy; muscular, blonde, not too tall and he has this cute little birth mark on his hip that kind of looks like he’s had a really good snog there. And then there’s Alex, the little straight boy I had my way with on Friday night; black hair, brown eyes and a little shorter than Tommy.

"Shouldn’t we get up now?" I vaguely heard Tommy say, his arms around my waist.

"Sure" I said, not really paying attention to what I’d been asked.

"Ashley?" Tommy asked after a while. “Ashley?” he persisted, sounding a little shy.

"Hmm?"

"Y-You said we were gonna get up?" he muttered, looking down.

"Oh. Sorry" I said, kissing his forehead. I guess lying in bed with your boyfriend isn’t exactly the best time to be thinking about Alex’s cute little body. Or the face he pulls when he...

"Sh-Shall we get up then?" I heard Tommy ask, seeing him nod with a blush.

"Sure" I smiled.

Tommy got up, pulling his clothes back on once he’d found them, given that they were kind of scattered around the room. I got up, hugging him from behind, smiling as he shivered, leaning back into me.

“What is it?” he asked.

"Nothing" I said, kissing his neck.

Tommy tilted his head. "You're keeping me from class" he whispered, not going anywhere.

"You don't seem to be complaining" I said, planting more kisses across his neck.

Tommy shivered again. "My course leader will get mad if I'm late again. I'll be kept behind"

"I bet he's pretty good at punishing naughty kids like you"

"Wh-What are you implying?" he asked, blushing.

"Get going" I said, spanking him lightly and chuckled as he let out a yelp, rushing off and grabbing his bag as he left.

Through the open front door, I faintly heard the voices of Alex and his girlfriend Tracy coming from downstairs. I grabbed a pair of boxers, slipping them on and looking around for a decent pair of jeans, making my way downstairs when I had. Alex spotted me, disappearing into our little games room to avoid me. Now that’s just mean.

"My, my, Alex. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were avoiding me" I said, following him in.

"Leave me alone" he said, getting out some work and making a start on it. Teacher’s pet.

"Well that's not very nice"

"Look, Friday never happened" he said, not looking at me. "I just wanna forget about it"

I licked my lips, looking at him from under my lashes. For the most part, he managed to ignore me and get on with his work. Well that’s no fun.

"Oh Alex" I smiled.

"Look it never happened" he growled.

I sighed, going over to him, playing with his hair absently when he didn’t react.

Get lost" he said, whacking my hand away. Yeah, I just started playing with his hair again. He whacked my hand away again and stood up. “I said stop it” he said and I let out another sigh. "I don’t want anything to do with you" he snapped. "I have a girlfriend and I want things to just go away okay?"

"You might have a girlfriend, but you seemed to enjoy what you got from me" I said, smirking a little.

Alex blushed, turning to walk away but I grabbed his hand gently. He tried to pull his hand away but I didn’t let him.

"Let go of me" he growled.. "You already have a plaything, or does Tommy mean that little to you?"

"I love him. You're just for fun"

Alex gritted his teeth. "You wouldn’t try to cheat on him if you loved him”

"It's only cheating if it means something" I said and this disgusted look flashed across his face.

He tore his hand away from mine, grabbing his stuff. "I have work" he snapped and left.

"Ashley?" I heard our dorm master call. Brilliant.

Our dorm master is next to useless. He’s scared of any kind of confrontation, and when I’d started here, I’d made it my personal duty to try and manipulate him. It was very easily done.

"What?" I sighed as he appeared.

"O-One of your teaches is worried about your grades"

"Which one?"

"A-Art"

"Then he's ^**^ing lying" I said, getting kind of angry.

I’d taken art because it was what I wanted to do, and I’d taken business to make my parents happy. I was !@#*ing fantastic at art, so how the hell were my grades not up to scratch. The only way you can fail art is by being @^%^ at it, which I most certainly am not.

The dorm master jumped. "H-He is your teacher and he is unimpressed by your grades. He believes you c-could do much better"

"Come back when it's business I'm failing" I said, a little threateningly and dear old Mr. Dorm Master scurried off.

I leant against the pool table, running a hand through my messy, brown hair and looked up when I heard someone walk in. It was Emma Matthews, a fiery ball of fun and good morals. And she just happened to be my best friend in the whole world.

“Ashley, I didn’t think I’d find you here” she smiled, her green eyes lighting up.

“Why, where were you expecting me to be?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d have let Tommy go yet. Kind of early for you, isn’t it?”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, smiling at her just as sarcastically. “He had lessons to go to”

“Just like someone else I know”

“You know I’m not interested”

“I know. And I never said you had to go, just that you should”

“Why? To make my lovely parents proud?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“To make me proud” she smiled.

I sighed, lying back on the pool table and pulling Emma back with me, her red hair spilling out behind her. She hugged my waist and I leant my cheek on her shoulder.

“You’re my best friend, y’know that?” I said, shutting my eyes.

“I did. And I’ve always thought it should be Tommy that’s your best friend, given that you’re going out”

“He is, just not in the way you are”

Emma sat up, leaning over and kissing me. “As much as I’d love to stay here, I have work to do. I’ll see you later”

“Later” I said, watching as she walked off.

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