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Chapter Thirty-Two

Adrien’s POV

"So, you got accepted into Faith University, huh? I totally knew you would get in. There was no way they would have said no," Preston smirked. It was late on a Sunday, roughly around eleven-thirty, and we were lying naked together in bed after an intimate round of sex. We had spent the night eating more of my birthday cake in my room while watching movies, cuddling on our bed. Well, we were cuddling until Preston decided to smear frosting on my cheek and lick it off, which led to our clothes being taken off. Now, we laid together in the darkness, the moonlight peering through the cracks of the curtains.

It was the first time we had sex since our little incident. I had been wary since then and was a bit hesitant to do anything, but now that I was sure that I wasn't pregnant, I was more relaxed. I laid on my side with my head rested against the pillow, Preston spooning me from behind with his head propped up on his hand, his free hand brushing up and down my arm, "you could be like, the next Picasso. That's how talented you are."

I snorted, "you're joking."

"No, I'm not joking. You are so talented and you need to see that and have more confidence in yourself. You're so much more amazing than how you see yourself to be," Preston kissed my shoulder blade. I smiled softly at that, my heart fluttering in my chest at the kind gesture. Preston always had the right things to say to me to swoon me every time. He just made me feel so happy and I always wondered what I did to deserve him. He was such a good and amazing person.

"Mmm...I love you," I murmured. I rolled over till I was facing Preston, and kissed him on the lips softly. Preston returned the kiss, pecking me on the lips a couple of times while he pulled me closer, his hand slipping around my naked waist. I slipped my leg over his waist and wrapped my arms around his neck, our naked bodies pressing together underneath the blankets.

"I love you too," Preston whispered against my lips. I smiled and bit my lip.

"Uhm...I need to talk to you about something. I didn't get the chance to on Friday," I sighed, suddenly feeling nervous. Though, I didn't know why I was nervous. It wasn't even a big deal. Heck, it was good news, and I knew Preston wouldn't say anything bad, yet I was feeling hesitant about telling him.

Preston raised a brow, brushing his hand up and down my back as he held me close, "sure. What did you want to talk about?"

I bit my lip. Inhaling a deep breath, I calmed the nerves swimming around in my chest, doodling along Preston's bare chest with my finger, "So, on Friday...when you asked me if I was alright and if I was having any symptoms, I wasn't being completely honest with you. My cycle was supposed to have started on Monday, but...I'm late."

Instantly, Preston's eyebrows raised. A look of concern pained his features, and he opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly placed my finger against his lips to shush him.

"I took a pregnancy test, and it came back negative. I know I should have told you the truth, and I'm really sorry for lying. But I didn't want to worry you. I wanted to be sure before I worried you with anything...so I'm sorry," I hurriedly said. Preston paused to look at me. He had a frown on his lips before he reached up to take hold of my hand, and he removed my finger from his lips.

"It's okay, Adrien. I'm glad you told me. But next time, worry me. I'm flattered you didn't want me to worry but I always want to make sure you're okay, and if you have any concerns, whether they may be true or not, I want you to tell me. I could have been with you when you took the test so that you weren't alone. We're in this together," Preston explained. I nodded my head at that, instantly feeling the anxiety release from my body, allowing me to fully relax.

"Yea...next time, I will tell you. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I forgive you. I'm not mad about it. I'm just glad you told me now," Preston smiled. I returned the smile, snuggling further against Preston as he kissed my forehead softly, his arms wrapping around me in a comfortable embrace.

After that, I didn't say anything else. He didn't either. I closed my eyes and rested my head against Preston's chest, falling into a deep slumber.





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"Hey, want to stop by the cafeteria to get lunch before we head to the music room? Food's on me," Preston asked. I closed my locker and flashed him a smile, shrugging my bag over my shoulder.

"Yea, sure, get me a cupcake if they have any?" I asked him. Preston smirked and nodded his head. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, a light blush coating my cheeks.

"Of course, anything for my love," He winked. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. Preston then took my hand in his, and gave my hand a light but loving squeeze, before we headed down the hallway to the main stairs.

The cafeteria was quickly filling up with people lining up for food by the time we got there. Preston got in line for the school serving line, as he intended on getting himself potato wedges and a lunch wrap. I quickly told him that I was going to look around the cafeteria, and after a smile and a kiss to my forehead, I wandered off.

I headed over to the cold drinks, briefly looking through the fridge, and grabbed myself a Vitamin water. I also noticed muffins, cookies, brownies, etc on display, and because of my sweet tooth, I decided to get myself a cookie and a vanilla cupcake, carefully setting those into a paper baggy. And just as I was putting back down the tongs, I felt someone's hand press against my back.

"Hey, Adrien," It was Carter. I gasped slightly and snapped my gaze up to him, instantly being met with his strong gaze.

"Oh, uh, hey Carter," I managed to say. I flashed him a quick smile. He flashed me one of his smirks, and instantly, I stiffened.

"It's been a bit since I last saw you, so I just came to say hi. Also, I heard it was your birthday on Friday, so I just wanted to say happy belated birthday," Carter chuckled. He was still smirking. I bit my lip, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense stare, my cheeks slowly becoming hot. With Preston, I didn't mind his smirks, but with Carter, there was just something off about it.

"Uh, thank you, I appreciate the birthday wish," I nodded, keeping a stiff smile on my face. I briefly glanced around the cafeteria, silently hoping that Preston would finish getting his food and come find me because I really didn't know what to do to get myself out of this situation without seeming rude. I mean, even if Carter was an ass like Preston said, I always felt guilty for being rude and just walking away. Either way, I'd be left uncomfortable.

"It's no problem," Carter laughed. Then, I watched as he grabbed the tongs and picked one of the cookies from the display, and slid it into a small paper bag, "did you hear about the house party that's going to be happening this Friday night? It's for St. Patrick's Day. Are you going to go?"

"Yea, Preston told me about it. I'm still considering whether I want to go or not," I shrugged.

"Oh, you should definitely go. It would be a lot of fun. Plus...then I'd get to see you," Carter smirked. Then, I felt his hand brush against my shoulder. I furrowed my brows as he stepped closer, and I quickly pushed his hand off of me and stepped back to create distance between us.

"Uhm yeah, I'll think about it," I gave him a tight smile. Carter raised a brow and tilted his head to one side, inspecting me. But before he could open his mouth to say something, he was cut off.

"Carter," Preston greeted, carrying his potato wedges and lunch wrap in one hand, and a small bowl of macaroni in the other for me. I instantly felt relieved now that Preston was here. Carter turned his gaze to Preston and smirked.

"Oh, hey Preston. How's life going?"

"It's fine. But it would be better if you'd stop bugging my boyfriend," Preston smiled. Though, it was anything but a nice smile. It was more threatening than anything.

"I wasn't bugging him. I just wanted to come over and chat a little, isn't that right, Adrien?" Carter tilted his head, a playful smile dancing across his lips. I cleared my throat, taking the macaroni from Preston, and took his hand in mine.

"Uhm, we should probably go, our friends are waiting," I glanced up at Preston. He looked at me briefly, before he nodded his head and turned his eyes back to Carter, giving him a side look as I tugged Preston along towards the cash register. Carter watched us go, a highly amused look on his face before he wandered off until I couldn't see him anymore.

"Fucking idiot...what did he say to you?" Preston asked me the moment we finished paying for our food and headed out of the cafeteria towards the music room. I smiled up at him reassuringly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"It was nothing...Preston. He was just wishing me a Happy Birthday, that's all."

Preston frowned at that. He still looked aggravated, but he nodded his head nonetheless and released a heavy sigh. I reached up on my tippy toes to kiss his cheek, in hopes to reassure him and calm him down. Luckily it worked, his shoulders visibly relaxing. He looked down at me and returned my kiss with a quick but loving peck on the lips. I smiled softly at him.







Preston's POV

Walking into the music room was always a nostalgic experience. To me, it's the sound of my people, a place where I belong. The sound of home, where I could shred all that stress and frustration, and let it bleed out of me. To feel it and release it.

Music, to me, was therapeutic. It was the one thing I could turn to to release the negative energy wound up in me. It's one of the main reasons why I never wanted to pursue music as a career. My music was for me, a place of escape, something deeply personal and vulnerable, where I didn't have to put on a show. I was an extrovert through and through. I loved interacting with people and I loved being around them, but music was my safe space.

Everyone needs something to take away their pain, something that dissociates them from everyone else and takes them deep within themselves to heal their soul and entire being. To focus on themselves. Music was mine. Playing music was never to impress, I never felt like I had to impress anyone with it because it was for me, and no one else.

Though, I do admire that my fellow musical peers enjoy it too from time to time.

Annie strummed away at her guitar, her voice soft yet lively all the same. The lyrics of Adore You dripped from her lips like fine wine, the words meant for her girlfriend Hollie who sat between Kourtney and Krystal. Everyone sat around and listened to Annie sing, the music room otherwise quiet. Adrien and I snuck over quietly as to not ruin Annie's performance, and pulled up two chairs next to our friends.

"There you two are! What took you so long?" Phoebe whispered to me and Adrien, leaning into my personal space with her eyebrows raised.

"We were getting food and just got caught up," I replied back. Asher snorted.

"What, were you two making out in the janitor's closet or something?"

"We were not making out," Adrien scoffed, a blush painting his cheeks.

"I wish making out was the reason, to be honest."

Adrien gave me a dry stare. I smiled teasingly at him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He rolled his eyes but returned my smile with a soft one of his own.

When Annie finished singing, a round of clapping rang in the air. She stood up and bowed for dramatic effect, blowing a kiss and a wink in her girlfriend's direction. She picked up her guitar and walked over to me.

"Your turn, hot stuff," Annie smirked and held out the guitar. I rolled my eyes and chuckled. I took the guitar from her grasp and stood up from my seat.

"Come on Joseph, let's show off a little, yeah?" I glanced at him, and with a grin, Joseph got up from his chair.

I sat down where Annie had previously been sitting, Joseph taking a seat onto the piano that was just behind me. We briefly had a conversation with our eyes, and after Joseph gave me a swift nod, I turned back to the small crowd and started strumming the guitar.

"Oh, his eyes, his eyes make the stars look like they're not shinin'. His hair, his hair falls perfectly without him trying. He's so beautiful...and I tell him every day."

The moment those lyrics dripped from my lips, the look on Adrien's face softened, taking on a vulnerable appearance as if I had stripped his emotions bare from underneath the blankets. And in the background of it all, Annie and a few others whistled, Phoebe cheering out her praises for my particular song choice. I couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me. And it's so, it's so sad to think that she don't see what I see. But every time she asks me Do I look okay?, I say--

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change, 'cause you're amazing just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while, 'cause boy you're amazing...Just the way you are."

My knee bounced in tune to my guitar strumming, and Joseph's playing of the piano keys. The music poured out of me like the sky raining down its emotions, seeping it deep into the soil. Like watering a flower and watching it bloom. Love sliced my heart open, exposing it raw, and when I made eye contact with Adrien again, I couldn't help the jubilance that bled through the open wound. He was smiling, his eyes were teary, and the look of love on his face was what struck those deep emotions within me.

"His lips, his lips, I could kiss them all day if he'd let me. His laugh, his laugh, he hates but I think it's so sexy...He's so beautiful, and I tell him every day...

"Oh you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change. If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same, so don't even bother asking if you look okay, you know I'll say--

"When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause you're amazing, just the way you are. And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while. 'Cause, boy, you're amazing...just the way you are."

I slowed my fingers down on the guitar strings, softening my voice as I reached the end, the weight of my shoulders lifting and it was like I was soaring. It never ceases to amaze me how much music impacted my life, and how much singing these words meant to me.

Music was my soul calling out.

"And when you smile...the whole world stops and stares for a while...'cause, boy, you're amazing, just the way you are."
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