Author's Crap: Apparently, I'm on a roll… I keep writing Triles fics… It could be because I'm at school for about 8 hours too…. Either way, more Triles for the masses!

Disclaimer: I don't own shit... Not a damn thing... It's obvious... If I did, Triles would've been dating a lot sooner.

"Are you even listening to me?" Maya Matlin's voice chimed next to him.

"Obvi... Zig, Zoe, and all that…" Tristan sighed putting his algebra textbook into his locker.

He noticed a note folded in half behind a couple of his books. After opening it slightly, he smiled already knowing who had placed the note in there just by seeing the handwriting.

"What are you smiling about?" Maya peered around Tristan's locker door. "Is that a- Oh, wait… Let me guess… Miles?"

"Maybe…" Tristan said with a hint of a smile.

"Tris…" Maya began.

Tristan rolled his eyes already knowing what she was going to say next. Ever since he and Miles started this whatever they were, Maya had been warning him that Miles was a "no-good playboy that was just using him". He knew that she was just looking out for him and didn't want him to be hurt the way she had been but, it hurt to think that she thought he was so gullible that he'd let himself settle for just anything.

"I know… 'Be careful, Tris. Don't get your hopes up.' Something like that?" Tristan sighed. "We've already been through this song and dance…"

"I'm just worried…" Maya said placing a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

With that, she walked away presumably going to class. Tristan looked around before fully opening the note. Supply closet 12. He flushed bright red and smiled to himself. He was so busy reading the note that he didn't hear the pair of feet moving quickly towards him. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a pair of arms circle around his waist and a mouth place a kiss on the back of his neck.

"Miss me?" There was a deeper voice by his ear and Tristan felt his body already rushing with blood.

"Mmm… A little…" Tristan sighted bringing his hands to cover Miles' own in a gentle squeeze. "Really though? A note? This is the 21st century."

"I'm more of an old-fashioned kind of guy." He could feel the brunette's smirk without even seeing it.

Tristan clutched the note closer before pulling out of Miles' embrace to face him.

"So old-fashioned that you couldn't wait until 12, Miles Hollingsworth?" Tristan said making circles on Miles' collarbone with his index finger. "You naughty, naughty boy…"

"Yeah?" Miles let out a haughty chuckle. "You gonna punish me?"

"I might…" Tristan said in a sing-song voice leaning close to Miles' lips; close enough to almost touch them. "But, it'll have to wait until 12."

He leaned forward before Miles had time to react to press a gentle but teasing kiss to the brunette's lips. He pulled away closing his locker and replacing the lock. The blonde started to walk away leaving a very confused Miles in the hallway.

"Oh, and Miles?" Tristan called turning around to face him.

"Yeah?" Miles spoke with the barest hint of a smile.

"Next time you pick my lock, I WILL punish you." He said with a smile before walking in the same direction that Maya left in earlier.

Miles let out a small chuckle while shaking his head before heading off to his own classroom.

It appeared as though the clock couldn't go any slower. It was currently 11:55. Maya looked over at Tristan who looked ready to bolt from his seat and rolled her eyes.

"Calm down Tris…" Maya whispered in hopes that he would realize how silly he looked.

"It's just that he's still talking… We should've been at lunch by now!" Tristan's voice was a little louder on that last part than he intended it to be.

"Mr. Milligan," the salt and pepper haired teacher spoke sternly. "Do you have a problem with the way I teach?"

Tristan would have ordinarily argued back but, Perino was not the teacher to do that with.

"No sir…" He spoke hoping to disengage from the teacher's attention.

"Well, you get to spend an extra 15 minutes with me during your lunch break." He spoke placing the chalk back on the blackboard.

Tristan almost jumped out of his seat.

"What?! No, I have to-" He was cut off by Mr. Perino.

"Would you like it to be 20 minutes?" Mr. Perino asked almost daring Tristan to say more.

"No, sir…" Tristan sighed giving up and resigning himself to his fate.

"Good," Mr. Perino cleared his throat. "The rest of you are dismissed."

As the rest of the class began to pack up and file out of the room, Maya patted Tristan's shoulder soothingly.

"I'll save you a seat." She said thoughtfully. "We'll tell Miles what happened."

"Thanks…" Tristan said frowning knowing that Miles wouldn't be meeting them there but waiting for in the supply closet.

Maya gave him a sympathetic look before walking out of the classroom. Tristan contemplated on sending Miles a text letting him know that he'd be late but, Mr. Perino's gaze advised him otherwise. He sighed as quietly as he could; he didn't want to be here any longer than he had to.

"Now, since you enjoy my class so much, I want a summary of chapter 8 in the next 15 minutes. Then, you are free to go."

Tristan bit down on the inside of his cheek to avoid outright sighing at this point. Luckily, Tristan read this chapter extensively as he'd received a rather distracting phone call from Miles while he'd been trying to read it. He'd stayed up until about 3:30 reading it after he'd gotten off the phone with the other male. Tristan frowned at the thought of Miles waiting for him in the supply closet. He'd hoped that Miles hadn't thought that he was brushing him off.

Tristan quickly finished the assignment and waited as patiently as he could manage for the next 5 minutes to go quickly. As soon as the clock hit 12:15, he practically sprinted up to the desk with his completed assignment.

"Very good." Mr. Perino said looking over the paper. "I will put this as extra credit toward your grade."

That came as a shock to Tristan. He almost felt bad about trying to rush out of the classroom. Almost.

"Thank you Mr. Perino!" And he'd actually meant it. "I've really got to get going."

Mr. Perino had barely waved him off before the blonde was darting from the classroom and into the hallway at top speed. He could only hope that Miles was still there. It would occur to him later that he was not the only one in the hallway and that he should really watch where he was going.

"Tristan! No running in the halls!" Mr. Simpson yelled angrily barely avoiding the blonde slamming into him.

"Sorry!" Tristan yelled back slowing down to a light jog.

When he was a safe distance away from the principal, he resumed his pace and turned a corner where he found the supply closet next to the boiler room. He went to pull at the knob to find it was locked. That couldn't be… Miles had told him to come to the supply closet. Then it dawned on him; this wasn't the right one. There were two after all: one for the janitor and one for the teachers. The very one where he and Mr. Yates had- Tristan cut off that train of thought before he could dwell on it anymore.

He went back over near the science lab and found the closet. Tristan took a deep breath before pushing the handle down. Click! The latch gave way and Tristan opened the door to a smirking brunette.

"I'm so sorry!" Tristan began apologize. "I got held up by-"

"Tris," Miles stepped closer to the blonde to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. Maya sent me a text telling me what happened."

That surprised Tristan especially considering that Maya and Zoe weren't exactly fans of his and Miles' current situation. He'd have to thank her later.

"Besides," Miles spoke leaning close to Tristan's face. "It's kinda hot that you couldn't wait to see me…"

He didn't even give Tristan a chance to respond and sealed his lips roughly over the blonde's own. Tristan's hands went up to clutch at Miles' shoulders as he pushed his lips harder against the brunette's. Miles' lips felt exactly how Tristan expected them to and he gave an appreciative noise. Miles smiled into the kiss and let his hands slide down to Tristan's hips and walked him backwards to press him up against one of the many shelves.

Tristan became very aware of where he was as soon as his head hit one of the metal shelves. He remembered being held up to this very same shelf with Mr. Yates. A hand sliding over his belt buckle snapped him out of his thoughts and he pushed Miles' hands away. The brunette broke away confused as to why Tristan was being like this now.

"Tris, what's wrong?" Miles moved his hands up to the blonde's shoulders. "Did I do something wrong?"

"N-no, I just…" He trailed off unable to meet Miles' concerned eyes. "I don't like this place…"

Miles' eyebrows raised in confusion before it suddenly hit him why Tristan was so upset by this place.

"Oh God, Tris!" Miles pulled Tristan close to his chest in a warm protective embrace. "I'm sorry… I-I didn't know…"

Tristan wrapped his arms around Miles' torso. How Miles figured that out, he didn't know nor did he care at the moment. He just knew that he felt very loved and safe in his arms. Miles wasn't rejecting him or calling him stupid for allowing Mr. Yates to take advantage of him. He was here with him holding him, protecting him until he felt safe again.

After a few moments of silence and just being there for each other, Tristan looked up from Miles' shoulder.

"I'm sorry I kinda ruined the mood… Haha…" He laughed nervously still not letting go of the brunette. He was a little afraid that Miles would be upset.

"I don't care about that. You're far more important to me…" Miles spoke lifting from his place at Tristan's neck. "I don't think I could stand to lose you… I feel good with you. I feel safe around you, Tris."

There was an overwhelming feeling of nausea in Tristan's stomach as his throat grew tight and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. It wasn't a love confession but, it was still pretty damn close to it.

"L-likewise…" He repeated the words he'd spoken the day after they shared that kiss during the storm.

How far they'd come from then. They hadn't labeled whatever this was but, for them, it worked. They just knew that they felt right being with each other. They understood each other. That was all they needed. Miles looked upwards at nothing before speaking.

"Wanna get out of here? I don't think either of us is in the mood to go to afternoon classes..." Miles said smiling at Tristan with eyes sparkling with happiness. "Besides, I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic in here… We could go back to my house?"

Tristan just laughed and let Miles lead him out of the dimly lit supply closet with a hand firmly clasped in his own, fingers intertwined. The pair looked at each other smiling and walked through the halls of Degrassi content with just being near the other.

Author's Crap: So, there is a part two! I am taking a risk by uploading it here... Lol!