Me and Lacey went to an amazing party last night but I couldn't enjoy it because of Nathan. The kiss and the blowjob keep repeating in my dreams and even when I'm awake. I've been waking up with my bedsheets ruined most mornings and I can't handle it. It's been so embarrassing to walk past my dad every morning with my sheets ready to be washed again.

I woke up in a worse mood than usual this morning because Lacey had her phone out and was filming me. I was so confused when I saw her giggling to herself but quickly realised when I felt the erection between my legs and the fact I'd been humping my pillow. Obviously, my first instinct was to chase her and delete the video from her phone but the little bastard is faster than me and locked herself in the bathroom.

I froze when I heard the audio of the video playing loudly through the door. It was me... moaning a name over and over.

"Nathan.... unghh! Harder!"

I winced at the sound of me quietly moaning Nathan's name, and asking him to go harder! I don't even remember the dream I had, but I can guess from the sounds I was making that it must have been hot.

Lacey is still laughing about it now, she deleted the video but it's still embarrassing for her to hear me like that. I mean she has heard me like before but it wasn't about another man. I confess that me and Lacey have a certain past together. Meaning we had sex. It was when we were 15 and curious about sex so we did it together. It wasn't very good and our inexperienced bodies didn't know what to do with each other. I'll admit I had a good orgasm at the end of it but Lacey, not so much.

"Come on slow poke, get dressed we have school in twenty minutes!" Lacey tells me as she enters my bedroom in only a towel.

"You're telling me to hurry up? You're not even dry yet!" I protest and point to her dripping wet hair. She rolls her eyes and drops the towel so she can wrap it around her hair instead. My eyes wander down her body automatically and she scoffs.

"Hey idiot! Keep those eyes for Mr Murray." She glares at me and I snap my gaze away from her.

"Sorry," I mumble but get another glance when she starts to get dressed. She can't tell me off for staring though, she does the same to me when I'm changing. Which reminds me I need to put on my uniform.

Instead of school pants, I put on tight jeans in an attempt to seduce Nathan again. I'm hoping this time he'll stick his dick in my ass and not my mouth. Not that I'm complaining about the blowjob, it was amazing. I made sure to swallow everything he gave me and licked him clean. I was a bit disappointed when we both went back to class like nothing happened but at least I now know he's gay and very interested in me.

"Are you ready yet?" I ask as Lacey finally puts some clothes on.

"Nearly just let me do my hair then we can go," she replies and pulls out curlers. Oh no. She takes an hour to use those and we need to leave in fifteen minutes.

"Nope! Not again! I'm leaving now and I'll meet you at school," I say sternly and leave Lacey's bedroom to go get my shoes on.

When I'm walking down the path to school, I light a cigarette and put my headphones in. I put my favourite playlist on Spotify and get myself mentally prepared to see Nathan again. My plan today is to see if he comes to me or I have to seduce him again. I'm hoping he won't be able to resist and will drag me to the bathroom again and use my body like I've been dreaming of.

"Cole!"

I turn around and see Lacey running after me. Now that's a sight, Lacey never runs unless it's absolutely necessary so I'm kind of concerned as to why she's jogging down the street.

"You okay?" I chuckle as she reaches me and bends over, breathing fast.

"I... didn't... want... to... walk... alone," she says between deep breaths. I laugh at that and she gives a dark glare. I put my headphones back in my pocket so I can pay attention to her.

I take a drag from the 'cancer stick' as Lacey calls it and resume my walk to school but this time Lacey is in tow, still panting and fanning her red face.

When we reach the school gates, I put out the cigarette and me and Lacey walk into the building and head to our English class with Nathan. The room is full of chatter as our peers talk amongst themselves. I notice that Nathan is sitting at his desk as usual but today his arms are folded over it and his head is rested over them.

Me and Lacey glance at each other and chuckle when he slowly sits up and rests his chin in his propped up hand. He looks like shit. He's wearing his glasses—which he only does when he's too tired to put in his contacts—and his eyes are half closed.

I cautiously walk over to the half asleep hunk and clear my throat to wake him up.

"Hey Cole," he groans and reaches for his cup of coffee.

"Why do you look so... shitty?" I ask when he's downed most of the bitter liquid.

"Oh thanks," he laughs and rolls his eyes. I raise my eyebrows, still awaiting an answer. "I stayed up way too late last night and now I'm suffering the consequences."

"What were you doing last night?" I ask suggestively and lean on his desk. His eyes widen as he realises the mistake he made.

"I wasn't doing anything- I mean I..." he stutters and I laugh, making him stop and sigh. "Just go sit down, I need to check my emails."

I go sit down at my desk beside Lacey and see that she's still giggling.

"What's so funny?" I ask, squinting my eyes and tilting my head to the side.

"I sent Mr Murray an email this morning," she answers with a smug grin. What does that have to do with anything?

"And?"

"I sent him a certain video of a certain someone moaning in his sleep."

She didn't. Quickly, I check the screen of Nathan's computer and my blood runs cold when I see him open an email containing a video. Without really thinking, I jump from my seat and dive across his desk, my hands covering the screen. The noise in the room stops as I lay sprawled across the baffled teachers' desk.

"What are you doing?" He eventually asks with a gasp.

"Don't watch that, please."

"Why not?" He asks and I just stare at him with pleading face. "Alright I won't, just go sit down!"

Once sat back at my desk, I stomp on Lacey's foot. After this lesson, I'll be having a stern talk with her about embarrassing me like that. Nathan tells us all to take out the book we are currently reading and he starts reading and just hopes we follow along.

When the bell rings to signal the end of the lesson, we all file out of the room and go to our next class of the day. It's with Mrs Willow and she surprisingly doesn't flirt with anyone for the whole hour.

When the lunch bell rings I drag Lacey to the food hall so we can get pizza before it runs out.

Once we are happily seated at a table with pizza in our hands, I bring up the incident this morning.

"What the fuck were you thinking when you sent a video of me having a wet dream about our teacher... to the teacher I was dreaming about?" I say calmly even though I'm pretty pissed off about it.

"Come on that was funny," she says, already laughing.

"It was not funny! What if he'd watched it?"

"You already know he's interested in you, this would have just confirmed it," She replies smugly.

"It's still embarrassing. What if I'd sent a video of you to someone? You wouldn't like it."

"Yes, But this is different! Oh shit he's coming."

I quickly turn around and see Mr Murray walking towards us with a smirk on his face. What is he up to?

"Hey Cole, hi Lacey," he says nonchalantly as he stops just next to our table.

"Hi," we both reply slowly. My breath hitches when he leans down to whisper in my ear, and I feel him put something in my back pocket.

"I'm honoured that you moan my name in your sleep."

And with that, he walks away leaving me blushing and my mouth gaping like a fish.

"What did he say?" Lacey asks while leaning over the table to me.

"He said he's honoured that I moan his name in my sleep," I reply, still not believing he just said that to me. Lacey's laugh pulls me out of my daze and I watch her cover her mouth to try and muffle her cackles.

"It's not funny!" I snap at her and she stops laughing.

"It is funny."

Suddenly I remember the thing Nathan put in my pocket and I pull out a piece of paper with a phone number on it. I almost choke when I see the words saying call me in Nathan's terrible handwriting.

"He gave me his phone number," I gasp as Lacey snatched the paper from my hand, examining it closely as if I lied about it's contents.

"Damn, he really does like you," she trails off and I can't help but feel relieved that he likes me back.