1 -Prologue-

Click.

I squint my eyes against a sudden bright flash of white light. It's only when I hear deep laughter from in front of me that I crack my eyes open slightly. At first, I catch sight of a defined tanned six-pack and slowly lead my eyes up further. Chest, chin, nose, black hair and my sight finally land on their emerald green eyes to find them looking back at me with humour.

"Time to wake up sleeping beauty." The melody voice says like silk in my ears.

Suddenly it hits me like a train where I am and what I did last night. I sit up so quickly that the world begins to spin and pain explodes in my lower half. I groan and lie back down.

I roll over to come face to face with another figure, this time one with messy blonde hair and eyes shut tight. He has the white bed sheet draped over his waist; goosebumps raised slightly over his torso.

This time when I sit up I take it slowly and the world doesn't spin this time however pain still screams through my body.

I turn back towards the green eyed boy who is looking at me with an amused look on his face.

"What are you so happy about?" I ask, my voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Oh nothing," He sings, "Just that I have leverage over you now." He shakes something in his hand around himself for a moment before I realise what it is.

My eyes go wide and feel my stomach drop. "No, you can't tell anyone." I whisper yell, glancing back at the blond boy to see if he's waking up. Thanking the lord when he is still asleep.

"Oh I won't." He laughs, "I can show them instead."

All the moisture drains from my mouth as he shoves the phones closer to my face. There is no denying that it's me as he flips through the photos of me and the blonde boy tangled naked in the sheets.

"Please, please don't show anyone." I beg. If anyone finds out that I'm gay I'll be bullied even worse than I am and I might even be disowned with my parents being so religious.

A smirk spreads across his lips, ��I won't tell anyone on one condition."

I nearly jump completely out of bed with the thought that he might not tell anyone. "What? I'll do anything." I say nothing but the truth. If he asked me to rob a bank I would, if it meant no one finding out about me.

"You have to become my personal slave." My mouth falls open, as I said, I'd rob a bank. "For as long as I say. Or these," He waves the phone, "Will be all over Facebook and the school in less than a minute."

I stare down at the white sheets covering the last ounce of my dignity I have left. When I'm finally able to accept that there's no other way to stop him spreading it around, I nod. "Fine."

"So, we have a deal?" He asks, the smile not once leaving his face.

I choke on the word. "Deal."