Destin ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "You're my friend Sephy, I hope one day you might be more, but for now, you're my friend." With that he turned and walked towards the detention room. His arms swinging lazily by his side, what was he going to do? Who did he want more? Sephy? or Alex? He turned back into the room they had first met in and saw Alex, scribbling down his lines. His perfect frame, his amazing smile, his fake innocence that just made you want to have him. Everything about Alex was what Destin wanted. But maybe he just wanted to be Alex, not have him. He sighed and sat down on the boys lap, startling him. "I love you," he whispered and began tracing kisses down the boys neck.