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Three weeks pass and I practically become an adopted family member at Bev's house. My parents are pleased with my improving grades and believe that Bev is the reason for them, so they let me go round to her house a lot. They don't know that I study relentlessly at break and lunch at school to make sure that I can still see my friend...and her brother.

Bev is clueless to the fact that, each time I go round, Oscar finds some way to get alone time with me. The best times are when Bev takes a shower and we get around fifteen minutes undisturbed time together. Mostly, it's sneaking kisses in the corridor and texting 24/7.

At school, rumours are going round that Oscar has a girlfriend. Bev denies them all, even going so far to joke that me, Prisha, is the only girl that comes round to their house. I laugh awkwardly whenever she cracks that line.

I don't know how to tell my best friend about my enormous, incurable crush that I have on her brother. By some stroke of miracle, he's crushing on me, too. I never would have thought that one of the hottest guys in school would look twice at me, but here he is, begging me to tell his twin so that we can be official and stop sneaking around.

It's a Friday night and I'm staying for dinner. Bev and Oscar's parents are totally fine with me coming round most nights, they don't get home till after six anyways. I help them with setting and clearing the table and they always thank me profusely. It's an expected task when I'm at home.

"You know, Prisha, you should really go out with my son," Bev's mum says one night when we're bringing dishes back into the kitchen. "You would be good for him."

My cheeks turn pink and I awkwardly hand her my dishes when she reaches for them. "Um..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." She chuckles. "Besides, I don't know what has gotten into him the last few weeks, but he's actually been tidying his room! I don't know why, it's only ever me and him that see it."

My face goes even redder and I have to excuse myself to the toilet before everyone starts asking why I am bright red.

On the third or fourth time that Oscar pulled me into his room for a kiss, I told him that he needed to tidy up a bit more. Ever since, he's been keeping his room neat for me. It's adorable, but apparently, I'm not the only one who has noticed.

After dinner, we go up to Bev's room. She grabs her towels and tells me that she's taking a shower. Excitement bubbles in my stomach, I get at least ten minutes with him!

I text my dad and ask him to pick me up in half an hour. I wait for the shower to start and then I creep across the hallway to Oscar's room. His parents are watching TV downstairs. I knock gently on the door and it opens immediately.

He grins at me, momentarily stunning me with his handsomeness. "Shower?" He asks happily.

"Yes," I reply and nod.

He grabs my hand and pulls me into his room. As always, my face heats up the moment I enter. There's something about being in a boy's room, a boy who is older and more popular than me, that just makes me blush instantly.

Oscar notices and chuckles. He pulls me down onto his bed and kisses my cheek.

"You're adorable, Prish."

He's taken up my nickname. Unlike when Bev says it, Oscar gives me butterflies in my stomach. He lays down and pulls me with him. I lay with my head on his chest and breathe in his amazing smell. What started as the sexy smell of Lynx, has quickly become the most warming and comforting smell. Whenever I walk past and someone has sprayed it, I get a fuzzy feeling in my stomach and think of Oscar.

"We need to tell my sister soon, Prish," he says whilst running his hand up and down my arm.

I sigh against his chest. "I know, I'm just scared of losing her."

"You're best friends, she'll get over it."

"It might take her weeks to forgive me."

"It's Bev, it only takes her a few hours to get over her favourite TV series character dying."

I laugh at that, but I'm still worried. "Have you heard about this sleepover-party thing she's having next weekend?"

"Yeah, I've invited Garrett over so that I'm not stuck in a house full of my sister's friends." He squeezes me against him. "And you, of course."

I lean up and tuck my hands under my chin so that I can prop myself up to look at him. "I'm one of your sister's friends," I tease him.

He smirks at me, those blue and green eyes twinkling. "You're more than that."

"Oh?" I act coy and raise my eyebrows.

Oscar has really helped me improve at this whole flirting thing.

"Yeah." He grabs my butt and squeezes it, making me blush again. "You're my girl."

"Your girl?" I repeat cautiously. "What exactly does that-"

He cuts me off by kissing me. When he pulls back, he's smiling widely. "It means you're my girlfriend, Prisha. If you're okay with that..."

I can't stop smiling.

"Yeah."

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On Friday night, I go home with Bev after school. There are five of us crammed into her car. I know one of the girls from school, we've had lunch together a few times. I don't know the other two, they go to another school. Bev knows them from swim club.

Her parents are out tonight at some party. When we get home, we all go up to Bev's room. I spot Oscar and his friend Garrett playing some video game in the living room. He winks at me as I walk past the door, lingering behind the girls to get a glimpse of him.

I offer to go downstairs and get everyone a drink. Bev is used to me acting like the hostess that she freely admits she never will be. I go down and get out the glasses. Oscar comes in as I'm adding squash to the water.

He's still in school uniform. Mine is never out of place, my tie is the perfect length, my skirt the required length and my shirt always tucked in. Oscar, as usual, has a scruffy uniform. He rarely has his tie and is always getting detentions for it. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, his shirt is untucked from his trousers and his sleeves are rolled up.

His hair is kinda messy, but I love the tousled look on him. As much as I would never admit it to him, his scruffy appearance only adds to his bad boy appeal. He's so handsome. His rose-pink lips pull up into a smile.

He glances over his shoulder to check that no one is around in the corridor and then grabs my hips. He walks me backwards until my back hits the fridge. He pins me against it and seals his lips over mine.

I lean up on my tiptoes, wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and angles his head slightly. His hands stray round to my backside and squeeze, making me gasp. He uses the opportunity to push his tongue deeper into my mouth.

When he finally pulls back, my lips are swollen and my cheeks warm.

"The girls are probably wondering where I am," I whisper.

He grins and kisses my nose. "Okay. Do you need any help taking the drinks up?"

His husky voice is everything.

"I'll be okay, thank you."

I turn away from him and finish pouring in the squash. He holds the door for me as I carry the tray out of the kitchen. He slaps my ass on the way out and I nearly spill some of the drinks.

"Oscar!" I scold him.

"Ugh, what's that parasite doing now?" Bev's voice makes me jump as she comes down the stairs.

My cheeks heat up as though I've been caught, when I really haven't. I'm so glad she didn't come down a few seconds earlier, she might have seen us.

"Nothing," I reply quickly.

Bev gives me a funny look but shrugs it off. I go back upstairs with her.

Later on, we take over the living room from the boys. The girls all try to flirt with Oscar and Garrett. I grit my teeth and stay quiet. Oscar, thankfully, doesn't give them the time of day. He doesn't make it obvious by looking at me, but he shows them no interest.

On the way out of the room, he bumps into me and lets his hand linger on my waist. That small touch is the reassuring, comforting gesture I need.

Bev insists on watching horrors and we eat pizza in front of the TV. Duvets, blankets and pillows are spread across the room with a generous helping of 'sharing' sweet bags. It's a fun sleepover, but my mind keeps drifting to my boyfriend upstairs.

The girls crash out at about midnight. I'm tired, but I want to say goodnight to Oscar. He's texting me so I know that he is still up. Garrett left around ten, he's alone upstairs. I tiptoe out of the living, careful not to wake the girls.

Oscar's door opens when I reach the creaky floorboards under the carpet on the landing. He pulls me inside and kisses me instantly. He presses me against his door and explores my body with his hands. I shudder at his touch, I love it when he gets like this.

Over the last few weeks, things have become more heated between us. When his fingers tease the waistband of my shorts, excitement bursts through me. I know he wants to take things further. I want that, too.

I mumble yes against his lips and he eagerly pushes his hand into my shorts. I have never asked him what his sexual history is, I really don't want to know, but I know that it is most likely more than mine. He's older and more...liberal than I have been. He's turning the goody-two-shoes bad and I like it.

His fingers skim over my panties before sliding into them. He strokes up and down my lower lips for a moment. My breath catches in my throat, I did not expect it to feel this good, this soon. I moan when he slips one finger inside me. Oscar puts his hand over my mouth and quietly shushes me.

He keeps his hand over my mouth and I find it quite hot. Slowly, he slides one finger in and out. I spread my legs a little wider and he adds another. I've never had someone touch me like this before and I've decided that I love it.

He moves his fingers faster and the feeling gets better. I know that I must be nearing orgasm, but no one told me just how good it would feel when it rushes through me. I moan against his hand, I writhe against his fingers and I close my eyes at the truly perfect feeling.

My legs feel like jelly when the pleasure finally fades. Oscar pulls his hand from my shorts. He looks me dead in the eye and puts his two fingers into his mouth. He sucks on the digits as I internally die of embarrassment. I'm so glad that he has his hand over my mouth, it's covering my cheeks, which are no doubt bright red.

He gently removes his hand and then kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue and that only makes me blush more.

"Was that okay?" He murmurs when he pulls back.

I nod quickly. "Yes," I whisper. "It felt...incredible."

He grins. "I want to do it again. Only if you want?"

I nod again and he chuckles.

"Maybe in my bed this time, yeah?" He winks.

"Okay, just let me grab my phone charger."

I step out into the landing and head for Bev's room.

"All I want to know is, when were you going to tell me?"

I freeze at the sound of Bev's voice. I slowly turn on my heel and find her standing in the middle of the landing, arms crossed over her chest.

"Bev..." my voice comes out fragile and quiet. "I'm so sorry."

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "I'm not mad that you're banging him, everyone fancies my brother, it's the fact you've lied to me all this time. That's what hurts, Prish."

I feel so guilty. I wish the ground would swallow me up. This hurts me, too.

"I'm not banging him!" I stumble over the words, horrified that she would accuse me of it. She knows that I'm a virgin. "He's been begging me to tell you but I've been so scared."

Oscar's door opens but Bev ignores him. "Scared of what?" She demands but I can't gauge her mood.

"Of losing you," Oscar answers for me. He comes to stand next to me and puts his arm around my waist. "Prish really cares about you, Bev. She was terrified you wouldn't want to be friends any more."

Bev rolls her eyes again. "Oh, please. Don't be so dramatic. I just wish you'd told me sooner!"

"So, you don't hate me?" I ask quietly.

She scoffs loudly and nudges me. "No, silly. I don't hate you."

I let out a shaky exhale with relief and Oscar kisses my head. Bev pulls a face.

"Although, I am judging you a bit for dating the parasite."

This time, Oscar rolls his eyes. They're so like twins sometimes.

Bev goes past us and into her room. Oscar pulls me in for a hug and I lay my head on his hard chest.

"That went well," he mutters against my hair. "Can we go public now?"

"Yes," I mumble.

Now, I just have to work out how I'm going to tell my mum...

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I hope that satisfies our need for an ending!❤️