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ZACK'S POV

I hear a bird chirp and a twig snap. I shoot up. Where the fuck am I? Surrounded by teal canvas? Holy shit. The tent, Brendon, "CAMPING".

Oh god oh god oh god.

I start to look around the small tent. There are clothes in random corners, a sleeping bag around my otherwise naked body.

I think back to last night.

We had sex.

Ohmigod, Zack, you stupid slut! I think about myself to myself.

That was not supposed to happen.

But I end up smiling and think about last night.

I had a good time. A real good time. And Brendon is one sexy motherfucker.

"Zacky? Can I come in?" I hear Bren from outside the tent.

"Mhm." I say, covering my chest by pulling the sleeping bag up, embarrassed. The tent door unzips and Brendon crawls in, smirking at me.

"C'mon, Zack, I saw a whole lot more of you last night. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You're pretty fucking perfect." He says, kissing my cheek. I can feel myself blushing. But I still want Jack. I can feel him creeping into my mind every chance he gets.

"Um, thanks. What, uh, time is it?" I ask. Fuck. Today's Tuesday. School.

"It's 5. Don't worry, we can get to school and you can get home. Aren't your parents coming home tonight? You mentioned something about them last night." Brendon asks me.

"Yeah. I think they're taking me to dinner."

"Want to go out Wednesday? I hear Rian's planning a surprise party for Barakat and it's gonna be at Alex's house. His parents have some get-away they won in a raffle."

"Sounds great, Brendon." I smile, loosening my grip on the sleeping bag.

"Get your clothes on, Merrick." He says, tossing me my Blink shirt. He crawls out of the tent and zips it back up. I can hear his footsteps fading and start to get dressed.

I am so fucking sore.

Brendon must be twice as sore as me.

BRENDON'S POV

Zack walks out of the tent, running a hand through his already perfect hair. I run over to him.

"You feel okay?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Awesome. Thanks, Bren." He says. "What about the tent?"

"I'll come back after school and take it down. My body hurts way too much right now." Ohmigod, did I really just say that?

"I wonder why..." Zack mutters, sarcasm oozing from his voice. I laugh and Zack joins in. We jump in my car, both of us in the outfits we wore yesterday.

I think he might still love Barakat. I can see it in his eyes. I could feel it in the way he touched me; he wished I was Jack. He wished I wasn't me.

I guess I'll have to change that.