Some days, all three boys are out on their balcony, and other times, only Coty is. Today, both Coty and Beckett are sitting at their round patio table, watching you with grins plastered to their good-looking faces. As you cross the street over to school grounds, you can tell the moment they catch sight the back of my shirt where my hot pink bra shoes through the completely see-through lacey back. You peek over your shoulder with a mischievous smirk. The look from Coty, who is now standing with the banister in a death grip, is full of rage, heat, and, ultimately, powerlessness. You wave innocently, then continue on your way. Only a few more steps in, and you're suddenly picked up from behind by someone who smells a lot like your favorite neighbor. Before you can react, Coty puts you back on your feet, arms wrapped around your middle. "Are you trying to end me with this outift?" He says into your neck, giving you goose bumps. "You've seen me in a bikini, but this a problem?" You said, giving him a questioning look. "It's a problem because you're going to be surrounded by a bunch of horny teenagers." He snapped at you. "Your one to talk," you argue. "Damn right." He said in a possessive tone. You spin in his arms, catching him off guard as you're brought face to face. Your hands go to rest up on his cheeks. "Don't you know? I'm a horny teenager myself," you say. You lick his lip before kissing him hard.*