Owen watches Bishop as she gets dressed. Eventually, she sighs. "Why are you staring at me?"

He smiles softly. "Because you're beautiful."

Bishop blushes and turns around, pulling her gray hoodie over her head. "I think you're handsome, Owen."

He chuckles and stands up from his seat on her bed. He hugs her tightly from behind and nuzzles her neck. "Be with me, Bishop. I can provide for you. Take care of you. I'll never leave," he whispers. 

"And Sage?"

Owen kisses her neck. "Sage isn't even a part of my picture, Bishop..." Then Owen remembers. He stiffens. He's supposed to have a date with Sage at six. 

"What's wrong?" Bishop asks, turning around to face him.

Owen shakes his head. "Nothing. I just need to go before your dad gets here."

Bishop purses her lips and nods. She stands on her toes and kisses him, resting her hand on his neck. "Come to school tomorrow?" he asks and kisses her forehead. 

"Sure," she says quietly.

"Thank you. I miss you when you're gone."

Bishop smiles. "Go. Before my dad kills us both."

"I'll see you tomorrow, Bishop." With that, Owen leaves. He jogs to his car and gets in. He checks his phone. A missed call from Sage. Owen dials her number. 

"Hello?" she asks. She sounds like she's been crying.

"Hey," Owen says nervously.

"Owen, I'm so excited for our date tonight," Sage chirps. 

"About that," Owen murmurs into the phone. He looks in his rearview mirror and pulls out into the road. "Tonight isn't gonna work."

"What?" Sage breathes. 

Just as Owen is about to explain, she hangs up. Owen shrugs it off and makes her way home.

-

Sage throws her phone at her wall and screams into a pillow. It took her over an hour to get home. No one would drive her. She was offended by it. 

And now... 

Owen and their date tonight had been keeping her sane. Now that Owen cancelled their date, Sage wanted to murder him. Them. Everyone who has ever even thought about doing her dirty. Tears start streaming down her face. Sage rushes to her bathroom and throws up, barely making it to the toilet. She sobs and gags, nothing in her stomach. She stops dry heaving after a few minutes and tries to pamper herself.

She decides against it. Instead she grabs a loose gray sweater and pairs it with navy terry cloth shorts. She sits on a stool in front of her mirror and snaps a picture, black makeup under her eyes and flowing down her face. She applies a black and white filter and captions it "heart shaped kisses" from a Lil Xan song before posting it to Instagram. She captioned it that for the lyric that came after. "I really miss my mistress." Because they would miss her. She would make sure of it. 

-

"I've got a surprise football meeting with Coach!" Derek yells, rushing down the stairs of his house. "I'll see ya later!" he tells his parents before hurrying out the door. 

It was a lie. 

He was going to see Vincent, not his coach. Derek pulls out his phone and dials Vincent's number. 

"Hey," Vincent answers. 

"I'm on my way," Derek says. "I should be there in a few minutes."

Vincent was home alone. As soon as Vincent told Derek that, he knew he had to go over there. 

"Okay, see you soon." Vincent hangs up and Derek drives the rest of the way in silence.

-

"Hey, Claudiya," Mallory tells the voicemail she was leaving because Claudiya didn't answer her phone. "I was just, uh, wondering if you could study today. I could use it. I have some homework I don't really understand." She closes her eyes. "Anyway, call me back or whatever." Mal hangs up and sighs. 'Or whatever?' She didn't know what was wrong with her. 

She clicks the TV on and prays Claudiya calls her.

-

Vincent opened his door, a smile plastered on his face. "Derek, I-"

Derek pulls him in for a deep kiss. He tugs Vincent's hips towards him. "Mm I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Vincent laughs, pulling Derek inside and locking the door. "Come on." Vincent leads Derek to his room. 

He opens the door and Derek is amazed by what he sees. Light carpet and dark blue walls. Gray curtains and a king size bed, covered in a gray comforter. And a huge fish tank on the left side of the room. Tons of fish swim, different colors and sizes. He expected Vincent's room to be bare and boring, but it was actually really cool. He had random posters on the wall about science or a show. 

Vincent walks over to the bead and lays down, propping his head up on his hand. Derek looks over at him and bites his lip. He straddles Vincent, sliding his hand up to his neck and choking him softly, turning Vincent's head to kiss his neck. Vincent moans softly, arching his back.

"You're such a tease, Derek," Vincent says when Derek wraps his arms around his waist.

Derek nuzzles his neck. "Mm I just want to cuddle you. I just want to spend time with you. We don't need to do anything."

Vincent smiles and closes his eyes.

-

Sarah was crying as she scrolled through Derek's Instagram. She felt like a stalker, but she just wanted him. She didn't know what she had to do to be noticed. She'd tried everything. Hell, she was even big. People just see what they want to see. 

Derek had his number on his Instagram and she decided to text him. 

Sarah: hi

She didn't want to tell him who she was. Maybe he could fall for her personality. He might drop her if she reveals her identity too soon. But if she gets him to actually like her, he won't want to leave.

-

Derek's phone vibrated in his back pocket and he pulled it out. A text message.

"Who's that?"

Anonymous: hi

"I don't... know," Derek said quietly. 

"Hm. I'm sure it's nothing."

-

Sarah: u know me. or u should. i go to ur school and im in ur grade

Sarah:  talk to me?

Derek: who r u?

Sarah: why dont u find out?