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Chapter Thirty-Three

Preston's POV

"I'll see you at fourth period," Adrien said, and with a smile, he reached up on his tiptoes to kiss me on the lips. His lips were soft against mine, and when he pulled back, I could still see that sparkle of emotion in his eyes from my little performance.

Adrien had been near tears after I finished the song. It made me feel good knowing that the song meant so much to him and knowing that I made such a big impact on him inflated my ego like a balloon. It showed how much he loved me, and sometimes having that reassurance was relieving. Not that I ever questioned his love for me, but it was nice to see that even without words, he could show that love.

"Mhm. I love you, Adrien," I brushed my hand over his cheek.

"I love you too," He replied, and after placing one final kiss against my cheek, he was waving and walking into his third-period class.

I watched him go before I headed back down the crowded hallway. I headed down the stairwell and onto the second floor, steering away from class as I walked straight ahead to Carter's locker, where he was grabbing his books for his next class.

Carter shoved his books into his backpack, and just as he was about to close his locker, he stopped and looked at me with a raised brow and a curious smirk.

"Hey, Preston, what's up?" Carter greeted casually. I leaned against the neighbouring locker, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Nothing. I'm only here to tell you one thing, and that's to stay away from Adrien. He doesn't need someone like you hanging around him, especially if it's for ill intentions," I told him.

Carter raised a brow, "Oh, yeah? And what makes you think I have ill intentions towards him, huh?"

I snorted, "seriously? I'm not stupid. You've shared your opinions about Adrien one too many times with me, and you think that when you suddenly start hanging around him, that I'm not going to think you have something in mind?"

"Oh relax, Preston. Those were jokes, I didn't actually mean them. You honestly think I would go after someone who's taken? I'm not that kind of dude. So, maybe you're the one who needs to check themselves because perhaps you're just too insecure to allow Adrien to have any king friends."

"I'm not insecure. I'm simply looking out for him, and that means that you have to stay at a distance," I leaned in, "and if you don't, I'll make you."

"Is that a threat, King?"

"Yea, it is. Stay away from him, Carter," I warned.

"I'll stay away from him, that's if Adrien tells me to. And so far, he hasn't said a single word about that," Carter smirked at me, "does he even know you're here?"

"What makes you think that just because he hasn't said no to you, that it means he wants you around him? Because he doesn't," I scoffed, "I know that for a fact."

Carter raised a brow at me, "Oh yeah? Then why doesn't he know that you're here threatening me right now?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Cause if he really was bothered about me around him, he would know that you're here," Carter said, "but because he doesn't know, clearly he didn't tell you to come here. You're just an insecure prick who needs to be in control of his lover just to make sure he doesn't leave you behind. Is that right? You don't want Adrien hanging out with me, or any king for that matter, because you're afraid that he'll leave you, am I right?"

"Fuck you, Carter," I scowled, stepping closer with clenched fists, "You don't know anything about me, so stop acting like you do, because you don't."

"Maybe not, but let me tell you this...King," Carter leaned in closer with a lowered voice, "you can try to keep me away, but you can't keep Adrien away. So if you find yourself heartbroken when Adrien decides to find comfort in someone else's arms despite your efforts to keep him to yourself, you'll remember this talk."

He patted me on the shoulder, and with one last grin, Carter pulled away and headed down the hall, getting lost in the crowd of people. All I could do was glare at him until he was out of sight, anger burning in the pit of my stomach, and there was nothing I could do about it but let it sit as I headed down the opposite hallway.


Adrien's POV

When I walked into my third-period class, I headed over to my seat that was beside Phoebe and sat down next to her. Phoebe glanced my way the moment I sat down, and immediately greeted me with a brief smile.

"Hey! Are you ready for the math test? I spent the entire night studying and yet I still don't think I'm ready. I hate math," Phoebe groaned.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, you'll do great," I smiled at her, dropping my bag onto the ground beside me.

Phoebe scoffed, "You're a smarty pants. This test will be a breeze for you while I'll be stuck with a solid 50."

"Don't you have like, an 80 in the class?"

"And don't you have like, what, a 95? Why are you so smart Adrien, hmm?? Wanna lend me some of that brain juice?"

I rolled my eyes at her, a light blush coating my cheeks. The bell rang shortly after, and I pulled out a pencil, eraser, and my calculator while the teacher spent the next few minutes taking the attendance. Then, we were forced to separate our desks as he went around handing out the tests.

"Once you are given a test, you can go ahead and get started. You have exactly seventy-five minutes to complete the test, and if you are done beforehand, you must remain quiet in your seat until either everyone is done, or until the bell rings. Good luck everyone."

The test didn't take too long for me to finish, only about forty minutes. I ended up doodling on the back sheet of my test while I waited for the bell to ring, and by the time it rang, I had filled the entire blank page in doodles. I packed up my bag and placed my test onto the teacher's desk like everyone else before I followed Phoebe and the crowd of students out of the classroom.


"How do you feel about a stay-at-home date night, hmm?"

"A stay-at-home date night? It's the middle of the week," I laughed, smiling softly at Preston.

He scoffed, "so what if we have school the next day? The party is on Friday, so I want to have a date night tonight. We can have a study date and watch movies after and make like a homemade fort in our bedroom."

"Hmm....that does sound nice," I hummed in thought, "Okay, I'm up for that," I finally caved. My chest felt warm and fuzzy as Preston smiled down at me.

"Awesome, so date night it is," He pressed a kiss to my cheek. I couldn't help but blush at the gesture.

We walked down the hallway hand in hand as we headed to our lockers. Preston let go of my hand so he could open his locker to grab his coat and shoes. I did the same, and once we both put on our winter gear, Preston surprised me by kissing me on the lips, and I savoured the feel of his lips against mine. When he pulled back, he was smirking, and it ignited the butterflies to flutter around in my stomach.

I didn't ask him why he kissed me so suddenly, and he didn't say anything about it either. Instead, we just looked at each other with soft smiles, before he took my hand into his again, and led me down the hall towards the staircase to head home.


"You're going to get flour everywhere if you pour it in like that!"

"Oh relax babe, I am not going to get flour everywhere," Preston scoffed at me. As he picked up the bag of flour to pour some into a measuring cup, all he did was prove me right by overflowing the measuring cup and getting flour all over the kitchen counter. I rolled my eyes and pinned him with a dry stare.

"See? I told you so," I told him. Preston smiled cheekily at me.

"Hey, ever heard of, the messier the process is, the better the baking?"

"That applies to people who actually know how to bake, like my mom."

Preston feigned hurt by placing his hand on his chest, "ouch, are you saying that I can't bake?"

"Maybe I am," I smiled jokingly. I reached up and pinched Preston's cheek, before bumping my hip against his side to get him to move out of the way, "now let me put in the flour before you make even more of a mess."

Preston scoffed, "fine, whatever you say. You are the baker's son, after all."

He smacked me on the ass playfully, making me jolt by the sudden force. I turned to him and looked at him accusingly, to which he only stared back at me with a smirk.

"Something the matter, oh great chef?"

"You smacked my ass."

"Your ass is smack-able, what else can I say?" Preston laughed.

I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, to which he laughed in response before we got back to making the oatmeal peanut butter cookies. Preston helped me with the rest of the ingredients, but once I got to mixing all the ingredients together into a large mixing bowl, Preston had simply stood behind me and watched, his hands settling onto my waist. It was a bit distracting, having his hands brush up and down my sides, but I didn't make move to push his hands off. Any kind of touch by Preston made me at ease.

When we finally got the cookies onto the baking pan and into the oven to bake, Preston turned me around to face him and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. I smiled against his lips and kissed him bake, my arms finding themselves wrapped around Preston's neck. Preston's hands were firmly holding my waist as he pushed me back against the kitchen counter, trapping me between his body and the counter.

We kept kissing, until I pulled my mouth from his, breathing heavily, "if you think...that we'll go further than this, you're wrong, so don't get too excited."

"What, don't want me to do you in the kitchen?" Preston smirked down at me, reaching up to cup my cheek. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"No, I don't," I said. Preston groaned.

"Ugh, fine," Preston replied, "so I won't do you. But...that doesn't mean I can't keep kissing you."

"Mmm...yes, kissing you can do."

Preston chuckled. He attached his lips to mine again, and that's all we did for the next five or so minutes, making out in the kitchen while the cookies baked in the oven. But the moment I heard the front door opening and slamming shut, followed by our parents' loud arguing, we quickly pulled apart.

"Come on, babe, can we talk about this?!" I heard Jackson's voice call out, frustration in his tone. Preston and I shared confused looks, and when Preston pulled back from me, we both glanced towards the hallway, where both our parents had just come in.

"No, I've had enough of talking for one day, so just leave me alone, Jackson."

"Fucking hell, Megs. I missed one date. One date! I was caught up with work!"

"Of course you were! That's always your excuse! One date being missed wouldn't be such a big deal if we ever had any dates, to begin with! But we don't, so, leave me alone!"


"I said leave me alone!"

I watched as my mom kicked off her shoes and coat, before rushing up the stairs. Not long later, did I hear a door slam shut, making me flinch. Preston frowned deeply, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Dad?" Preston called out. Jackson pinched the bridge of his forehead before his gaze turned to Preston and me, "Is everything okay?"

Jackson sighed heavily, "Yeah, everything's fine,'s just a little disagreement, that's all."

"That didn't sound like 'just a little disagreement'," Preston replied.

"It's fine, Preston, really. Don't worry about it, okay?"

Preston frowned. He watched as Jackson grabbed his car keys and once again, headed out the door. When he was gone, I looked back to Preston concernedly.

"Hey...I'm going to go check on my mom, keep an eye on the cookies?"

"Yeah, of course," Preston nodded, flashing me a smile. Though, I could tell the smile was a bit forced. I rubbed his shoulder in reassurance before I kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the kitchen.

When I reached the bedroom my mom and Jackson shared, I quietly knocked on the bedroom door, before I opened the door, making myself known. When I poked my head in, I frowned when I saw my mom sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping at the tears that were falling down her face.

I closed the door and wandered over to my mom. That gained her attention and she lifted her head to look at me, watching as I sat down on the bed beside her, resting my head against her shoulder. She took the opportunity to wrap her arms around me, and I hugged her back.

"Are you okay mom?" I asked softly. She didn't say anything for a moment, and I instead listened to the sound of her sniffles. She then nodded her head.

"Yes sweetheart, I'm okay..." She murmured, kissing the top of my head, "don't worry about me..alright?"

"I am going to worry about you. You're my mom and you're crying," I lifted my head to look at her with a frown, "is something going on between you and Jackson?"

Mom sighed, "I just...I don't know. I feel like ever since we moved in, it seems like our relationship has slowly fallen apart...we just don't spend as much time together anymore, and it's lonely," She rubbed her hand under her eyes, and released a deep breath, "I think I pushed myself to move in with Jackson when I wasn't ready."

I furrowed my brows at her, "are you...considering that we move out?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Let's not discuss this now, alright? I don't need to be weighing my emotions on you. Go and spend time with Preston, I just want to be by myself right now."

"But mom—"

"Adrien," She said firmly, "please, we can talk about this another time."

I bit my lip. I was conflicted. I wanted to stay and keep talking to her about it because honestly, I was concerned. She was my mother and I couldn't help but worry. But I eventually relented and stood up from the bed with a heavy sigh.

"Okay, fine...I love you, mom."

"I love you too sweetheart," she smiled at me. I smiled back and then walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

When I got back to the kitchen, Preston was taking the cookies out of the oven, the smell of peanut butter filling the kitchen. As he placed the tray on top of the stove to cool down, I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug, resting my head against his back.

"Is everything okay with your mom?" Preston asked, and I hummed in response, closing my eyes for a moment.

"Not really...but she insisted on wanting to be alone, so..." I sighed. I let go of him and stepped back. Preston turned around to face me, with a curious look.

"What's wrong?"

I paused, biting my lip in hesitance, "I...I think she regrets moving in." I finally said, frowning, "Do you think our parents are going to break up?"

Preston sighed at that, reaching up to cup my cheek, "I don't know...but even if they did, I don't think it would be the end of the world. They're best friends just like we are, so I don't think that would ever change."

"Yeah...I guess you're right."

Preston smiled reassuringly. He pressed a kiss to my forehead softly, "it'll be okay...and our parents will be okay, no matter what."

I nodded my head silently. Without another word, I wrapped my arms around Preston again. We just stood there in the kitchen like that for a few minutes, hugging each other in silence, but eventually, we decided to go back to making the rest of the cookies, hoping to get our minds off the situation.
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