"Who is paying for lunch?" Ezekiel asked as he hopped to stand in front of his friends.

"Rock paper scissors!" They said in unison.

"Not me again!" Harold whined. This was the third time in a row he was paying and his merciless friends would definitely not spare his pockets.

"You need to start working two jobs to keep up" Jack joked and they all laughed.

They reached the school cafeteria and as usual, all eyes were on them. Who doesn't know the 'inseparable'?. The six friends didn't even know the school had already given them a tag. Since junior high, this six friends had been glued together earning them the name from their fellow students. The only time they were not together were when they went to their different rooms. The 'inseperable' consisted of six teenagers. Two girls, four boys.

Stella, Tiffany, Harold, Jack, Ezekiel...and Jason.

"I want to order" Tiffany squealed before closing her eyes and boom– a waiter appeared in front of them with their choice of food.

"My baby has finally gotten a hold of her gift" Jack said as he gave Tiffany a pat on the head. Tiffany immediately kissed him directly on the lips in return. You need no soothsayer to know who the couple of the gang is. In the beginning, the rule was never date a friend, but then again nobody can separate mates. They both recognized each other on Tiffany's eighteenth birthday.

"Enough with the PDA, you're making me lose my appetite" Harold scolded with a frown.

"Get your self a girlfriend before your mate arrives." Jack advised with a sly smirk lurking around those amazing lips of his.

"Quit the teasing you know Harold here can't even talk to a girl without stuttering." Ezekiel announced and Jake burst out laughing like it was some funny joke.

Harold was your typical nerdy guy with those slim rimmed over sized glasses which he touches every time to prevent it from falling. The first time he tried to woo a girl, he got slapped on the face for spitting on her while trying to stop stammering. Ever since then, he had decided that it was the will of the moon goddess to leave him a virgin till his mate finally decides to show up.

"But he talks to me and Tiffany without stuttering, I'm sure once he gets comfortable with a girl he'll confidently woo her" said Stella who defended Harold.

"There is a big difference Stell. You, you are a boy and Tiffany is Mine." Jake said earning a glare from Stella and a slap on the head from Jason.

"Have you ever seen a boy with boobs!" Jason spoke for the first time since they entered the cafeteria. His mellifluous voice wetting a particular region in Stella.

"The boobs aren't even noticable what are you saying!" Ezekiel teased and when he started shivering and his teeth started chattering, he began to plead.

"I'm. Sorry. Stella. You. Are. A. Girl." He managed to say through the severe teeth chattering.

"This will teach you not to repeat that" Jason said as he bit into his hamburger then his eyes lost focus and the shivering in Ezekiel reduced. He had used internal heat to warm him.

"Thank you Jason. You're the only one that can save me from this ice king, no sorry, queen" Jake and Tiffany burst out laughing when they saw how Ezekiel's eyes wavered when he made that slip.

Stella lowered and head and tried to refrain from smiling seeing how Jason defended her. She bit her lower lip before she proceeded to take a sip of her smoothie when a ding from her phone indicating a message sounded.

*Fifth Boys toilet on the second floor, after lunch* the message read. Stella could feel heat emanating from her private region already.

"Why are your cheeks so red Stell!" Tiffany exclaimed worriedly when she saw Stella's cheeks which was deeply tainted with blush.

"I just feel hot" she lied.

"An ice queen feeling hot, tell us another lie," Harold rolled his eyes while cutting through his pancake.

"And what do you suggest it is?" Stella asked as she pierced Harold with her gaze. It always worked but it didn't this time as the guy kept rambling.

"You tell me, I wouldn't know why you're blushing I can only make assumptions"

"Such as?" Jason was interested in the conversation as well.

"A message from your crush?" He answered but Stella's next action made him almost jolt from his seat in shock.

Stella banged her hand on the table earning her looks from the other students before she said quietly, "Keep your assumptions to yourself and try use your imaginations to go find your self a girlfriend. I'm sure you've never kissed before."

"You haven't kissed either. Don't tell me you betrayed me and kissed someone" said Harold with his hands placed on his mouth. If Stella had kissed, then it means he'll be the only one in the group who haven't even pecked a lady yet. This can't happen.

"It's none of your business!." Stella scoffed. "I'll be leaving first, have to train. Mrs Beck has been on my neck for the competition." Stella stood up and after taking one long sip from her smoothie, she jogged out of the cafeteria.

"You guys saw that right? She didn't deny, who is that boy..." By the time Harold finished ranting he realized everyone was gone except Ezekiel.

"Are you done already? Go pay the bills I need to leave too" Ezekiel said impatiently. He was left with the task to make sure the bills were paid.

"Why did you act up? Harold was just asking a harmless question?" Jason asked with a smirk. Immediately Stella left, he followed her.

"It should also be none of your business" Stella replied.

"Or don't tell me–"

"Tell you what?" Stella snapped. The conversation was getting her uncomfortable. Even with her hoodie cap covering her face, Jason could make out the annoyed expression that claimed her face.

"What are–" Stella yelped when Jason pushed dragged her into a bathroom.

"You said second floor people will hear?" She said breathily anticipating what was going to happen when Jason slipped his hand into her hoodie pants.

"You like me don't you?" Jason whispered in her ear which made her leg aquiver with the amount of tingles flowing in her body.

"I know better than to do that. Just friends remember?" Stella replied waiting eagerly for his hands to meet her sex.