{Yes. There's an Authors note to the note already written because I abandoned this book again I'm so sorry Sweetheart 😔 I've been slutting out men and been too distracted by being a whore irl to be a whore here (that's sounds like I'm joking but I'm rly not 😭) and yes, you've read that right.... It's a part 1 😔😔 you can kill me in my sleep, I accept my fate. I'd never want to do this to y'all but I also know I needa give ya content and there is over 19 THOUSAND words sitting here. No, not all 19k are here, I took some to use in part 2. And no, this book isn't edited (unless you're reading this way after part 2 is posted, it'll be reworked and written better then) so it might have a few misspelt words here and a couple repeated words there, I write these on my phone so shush. Enjoy part one and beg, pray, scream, plead, cry, puke and bawl that a finish this book and post part 2 within the new 2 weeks (no promises, I gotta literally run out to my mates house rn and dunno when I'll get home 😭) also! I have this labelled as a slowburn but there isn't much smut in THIS part. This pretty much IS? the slowburn? There is smut though, cutesy smut but smut. ANYWAY I LOVE YOU, WELCOME TO THE REAL BOOK NOW SWEETHEART!}
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{I've been a bit 😬 with my smut in this book and I've realized I need to feed my sweet little Cagers who enjoy the simple things, y'all must be starving. Has anyone asked me to do this? Ofc not, you think I've got fans? HA! I just wanna give verity here in the E-lipses universe- even though it's just Johnny Cage right now- OH! I also made y'all a virgin in this one cause I realize not everyone on Wattpad is like me and some of y'all still have that card in ya pocket. Also, 𝐏𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈 𝐏𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃😐.... I'll shut up now sweetheart. As always, scroll til you see these hearts ❤️‍🔥 to skip the unbelievably long slow burn.. So sry but that IS what the heart (❤️‍🩹) stands for so- Enjooyyyy!! and lmk if you recognize the title or not 🤭}

It's a cold winter afternoon, 4:07 pm to be exact and you're sitting in your lounge room anxiously as you stare at the clock shown on the news channel your mother put on before washing the dishes that were being neglected in the kitchen from breakfast this morning. You're waiting so anxiously because you were expecting someone to be knocking on the door 7 minutes ago. Of course, you shouldn't be freaking out as much as you are because they could've just got caught up at home or on the way here and it's only 7 minutes.

The person you're waiting for is fellow classmate, John Carlton or more commonly known as "Johnny Cage". You're not exactly aware of why that nickname has come to be but nobody else seems to question it so you've never dug into it any further than what was given to you at face value, "It's just a nickname, We don't know".

The reason behind you waiting for him was because your science teacher, Mr. Ankuns, had paired you 2 up for a science project. This was something that came as a shock to you as you were certain your science grades were doing significantly better this year but being paired up with the brainless Jock just proved to you that you were in fact, not getting better in science. You did try and argue with Mr. Ankuns to change project partners to be with one of your friends as, in your words, "Johnny shouldn't be working on a project with me, and Brandi and I work well together". You said it like that to try and not come off as rude or be called out for calling Johnny stupid but still silently doing so. To your surprise, Johnny chimed in and said he had "No worries having Y/N tag along in this project" which honestly made your blood simmer a bit.

[What the fuck did he mean by that?]

Why were you waiting so anxiously? Well you see, you're this quiet nerdy kid who doesn't fit in well at school while Johnny is a loud jock who doesn't think for anyone other than himself... I'm just tugging your strings, I'm not that terrible of an author. In reality, you're just a stoner kid who gets average, passing grades somehow and keeps to himself because you're just not naturally, openly social. You still have a pretty decent group of friends both in and out of school and you still have social media, you just like to keep to yourself and not post every second of your life on it. You're in your high school's art club alongside, Jayden and you're neither a popular kid nor an outcasted one. You're just an overthinking, anxious mess because Johnny was going to be at your house at any minute.

Sure, just because you're not some total fucking loser doesn't mean you're exactly Johnny's friend... or even in the right category to be considered one BUT! just because he's some big-headed, jock who's the star of the football team who's really pretty, like.. really pretty- doesn't mean you need to be feeling anxious right now. He's coming into your home and your mother will be here, nothing bad will happen-

"Hey, sweetie? Your mother's gotta duck out for a bit. I probably won't be back until dinner so I'll be picking up takeout along the way for you and that boy- uh, Josh? Jake?"

".. It's John, mom... And where are you going?"

"I'm just going out with Aunt Vicky for a bit. Means your mother won't embarrass you in front of a cuuutteee boy by accident-"

"EW MOM! NO!"

"Oh cmon, you don't have to hide a silly little crush from your mother! I'm sure he'll love this date-"

"IT'S NOT A DATE MOM! IT'S A SCIENCE PROJEECCTTTT..."

"Mmmhm! Sure it isn't a date. I'll get some McDonald's on the way home, message me what John would like when he gets here. Alright, Y/N?"

".... Yes Mom-"

"Good! I'll see you later sweetie!"

With that, your mother grabbed her car keys and walked out of the back door through the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

".. Bye Mom."

You hear the sound of rustling metal as the garage door opens. You get up off of the couch and walk into the kitchen to peek your head out the window a bit to watch your mother pull out of the garage, get out and close the door before pulling out of the driveway fully.

You turn towards the fridge, open it and grab a can of coke before returning to your seat on the couch. You grab the TV remote unmindfully and start flicking through TV channels one by one, eventually landing on the 1980s Ninja Turtles cartoon and settling for that show. As you crack open your drink, you feel your phone buzz in the right pocket of your ripped jeans. You pull it out to check whatever notification popped up on your phone to find a text message from Jayden.

𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝚈𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘, 𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍?

𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚠𝚑𝚢?

You look at your phone slightly puzzled as you start thinking about the reasons behind Jayden's message, why wouldn't you be alright? All you're doing is chilling at home. You don't have to wonder for very long as you feel your phone vibrator a couple more times and open it swiftly.

𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝙳𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚞𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚐𝚎
𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟻𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎
𝙸𝚔 𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎!

[What do you fucking mean "aware of my existence", Jayden??]

𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢
𝙰𝙻𝚂𝙾 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝙼!

𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝚄 𝙳𝙾!!!?!?!?
𝚄 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙱𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝟺𝙷𝚁 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃??

𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚄𝙾

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚄 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴

𝙹𝚂𝚈𝙳𝚁𝙽!
𝙹𝙰𝚈𝙳𝚆𝙽!

"𝙾𝙷 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙹𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾 𝙲𝚄𝚃𝙴"

𝙹𝙰𝚈𝙳𝙴𝙽!

"𝙾𝙷 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝙽𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙹𝚂 𝙿𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽"

𝙹𝙰𝚈𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙽𝙸𝚆!!

𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴! 𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙾𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝙼

"𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴"

𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝟹 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙰𝙶𝙾?!!!
𝙹𝙰𝙰𝙰𝚈𝚈𝚈𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙽𝙽𝙽𝙽!!!!!!

"𝚁𝙽𝙽𝙽𝙽𝙽" 𝙷𝙰𝙺𝙳𝙷𝙰𝙺𝚂𝙷𝙺𝚂
"𝙸 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝟽 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙳𝙳𝙳𝙳𝙳"

𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚄 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗
𝚈 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚈/𝙽?
𝟷𝟽 𝚢𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚝
𝙾𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔-

𝙹𝚂𝚈𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚈𝙾𝚄!

𝙽𝙾𝙾𝙾𝙾!!

*ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ*

As you go to start screaming at Jayden through a series of barely readable English some more you hear a gentle knock on the front door. You check the time on your phone real quick and see it's 4:27. Your head jolts up as you stare at the door blankly.

[Is that Johnny?..]

Some part of you fills up with excitement at that thought. You've been wanting to just be able to talk to Johnny for a while but you've always been too scared to. Another part of you though is praying it wasn't a knock and Johnny won't show up at all so you'll have to do all the work yourself. It might honestly be the best for both of you. Not because you're amazing at Science or anything but it'll stop, what could possibly be, the most embarrassing time of your fucking life so far... and you've spent your fair hours on Wattpad to have a lot of embarrassing moments. It'll also help Johnny from experiencing the gayest thing he might ever see again, it could also lead to Johnny finding out you're gay and possibly outing you to the whole school. Why are you coming to this decision so drastically? Ask you're brain that, not me. As long as he doesn't walk into your room or your mother's to see the Gay flag or Ally flag, you sure be just fine. Maybe you should quickly take them both now while-

*ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ*

[fuckfuckfuck.]

You decide to shoot one more quick text to Jayden before going to try and see if someone's at the door or not.

𝙿𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝙳𝚘𝚘𝚛
𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

You place your phone down on the dark, oak wood coffee table in front of you, next to the can of Coke you've now neglected before sighing out loud. You admittedly think about ignoring the knocking and wishing he'd just walk away thinking he had the wrong house or something and talk to you tomorrow at school about it. Your dumbass didn't think of getting his number or vice versa, or even just a social media username for something! On the controversy though, it's probably a good thing if you choose to ignore it and pray he walks away while he can't talk to you immediately after... but also he could presumably, very easily find you on social media because you guys do have a few mutual friends..

*ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ ᵗʰᵘᵈ*

[There it is again. He's definitely here]

You get up off of the couch small, leather couch once more and stumble towards to front door in an untimely manner. Did Johnny seriously go out of his way to walk to your house after school for a stupid school project? He should've just stayed home and played video games with his mates or whatever!

[Why does he even care this much anyway?]

You walk up to the front door and start to unlock it just as the person on the other side goes to knock again. You turn the handle and swing the door open gingerly to be met almost face-to-face with Johnny. You stay silent, unaware of what to do or say next as you glance down and around the outfit he is wearing.

It was exactly what you would expect from a High School Jock. A white T-shirt with the school football club jacket tossed over top of that, blue jeans accompanied the 2 items mentioned beforehand alongside a pair of white air forces. His hair was slicked back messily, much messier than his it would be styled for school and a pair of back shades rested on his face. His school backpack is slouched over one shoulder lazily and it looks like he's trying to catch his breath a bit.

"Sorry... Sorry for being a bit late Y/N, uhh-.. My dad was uh- ya know-"

"I don't care. Just get inside so we can hurry up with this shit."

[Why are you fucking talking to him like that dumbass?!]

"Oh- yeah, yeah right.. Sure"

You step aside and open the primitive door wider to let Johnny in and he does so without question, shooting that charming smile that makes some of the girls at school just swoon over him... and maybe also yourself a bit. A quick glance at his posture and mood change though made you realize he might not be too thrilled at having to hang out in your mother's dull, old townhouse that needed to be renovated in the 1960's. Considering his dad has one of the better houses in town and Johnny has talked about having a maid before in class, you don't blame him for not wanting to be here. This neighborhood isn't exactly one of the better ones around here.

"Sorry, I don't have Caviar and the finest, richest champagne to offer you, Your Majesty. I do have water and coke though"

"Hey, cmon now... I'm only 17, I can't legally drink yet. Just make sure you get the Caviar next time though."

"Ha. Ha. You wanna drink or not, Archie Andrews?"

"Hey! I am NOT the ginger kid from Riverdale... also a coke sounds mad right now. Best drink for real."

"It's a mid-tier soda at best."

"Then why do you have it?"

"My mom said it was on sale so she got it as a bit of a treat. She loves the stuff more than I do."

"Coke isn't a treat, what?"

"It is when you're poor, Johnny."

You walk back into the kitchen to grab another can of coke, noting the fact that there are only 5 cans left and praying Johnny doesn't want more than one before hearing his footsteps against the tiles behind you. You look to the side, looking out over to the window for a second and noticing your mother forgot to put her Jack Daniels away before leaving. This raised an eyebrow or 2 as she usually always put it away no matter who was the guest coming over. You shake the thoughts though and turn around, looking at Johnny with a slight resting bitch face.

"Here, just take this and sit down on the couch. I need to go grab my notebook."

You shove the can into Johnny's hand and before he could respond, you turn around and rush up the stairs into your meager bedroom. Why are you acting like this right now? All he did was show up like you TOLD HIM to do! You invited him over to your home to do this stupid little project and now you're treating him like shit. You seriously need to reevaluate what you're doing here and collect your head. You'd hate for him to go home wanting nothing to do with you because Jayden and your mother were right. You have been and will be in love with this kid for as long as you're destined to be around him. You're honestly not sure when that would be considering everywhere you go, he somehow follows you there.

You met Johnny in Elementary school where every year you were shoved into his class. Then middle school rolled around and you watched as his stupid, childish face walked into your 6th grade class and you were doomed once again to be stuck in every class as the boy who haunts your dreams. The boy that made you realize you weren't like the other boys in your class. He explained to you why you could never talk about the girls in class the same way as others without ever uttering a single word at you... well besides "Hey sorry, what was your name again?" which was the first and subsequently the only thing Johnny had said to you up until Mr. Ankuns so gracefully ruined your entire life by pairing you with your crush. well, you might be acting a little dramatic there but you do know that you'll never EVER be able to forgive yourself if you make Johnny hate you. He can't hate you, not now. You've gone 12 years without making this boy be repulsed by you and you can't let that change now. Not with graduation next year.

You snap out of your thoughts and finally grab the notebook you originally came in here for. You stare at the notebook leisurely for a second look at how abused and used this thing is and sigh out loud. If your class work, assignments and exams don't show how hard you were trying this year, the state of this notebook and all the notes you were attempting to take in it does.

"Luckily the school year is almost over, this book won't make it another month-"

"You could say that again-"

"AHHHH?!?!!!?"

You spin around frantically and jump about 12 feet out of the roof. Johnny jumps back too at how loud you screamed at him and he raises his hands in a non-threatening manner. You fix up the worn-out t-shirt you have on as you try and calm down from having the jumpscare of '24 in your bedroom.

"woahwoahwoah calm-"

"I SAID WAIT ON THE FUCKING COUCH, ASSHOLE!"

"Well, no. You said sit on the couch, and I did-"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP HERE?!"

"CALM DOWN! Jesus Christ. I was just wondering what was taking so long and when you didn't respond to me calling out your name, I thought maybe something happened"

"I-.... oh.."

"Yeah.. I'll just go back downstairs. Feel free to join me whenever you want"

"It's my house-"

"Don't be afraid now!"

Johnny walks back out of your room with a smug smirk on his face. You wanna act like his attitude pissed you off but you can't help but let an airy giggle out at how he was acting. You thought about messaging Jayden again real quick but realized you left your phone on the coffee table downstairs and mentally cussed yourself out a bit.

You take another glance at your busted-up notebook to make sure it was in fact your science book before walking back down the stairs. You reach the last few steps and look up to find Johnny situated on the couch snuggly. His left leg was swung loosely over his right knee and his arms were spread out across the back of the couch sorta like an eagle. His head was hung back against the couch as well and his eyes were shut softly with his sunglasses resting peacefully on the diminutive coffee table. You had to admit to yourself that you are genuinely head over heels for this boy...

[God fucking damn it.]

"You done staring yet, Y/N?"

"huh?- OH I-"

"Relax, I know I'm just that good looking~"

"... Ew, don't ever say that to a chick."

"Huh? What, why?"

"It's the number one way to not get laid by her."

"Well-.... I!-... You're one to fucking talk, Virgin..."

"HUH?!!-"

"Jayden and I have the same History class, he's a fun guy to chat to-"

"OH MY FUCKING GOD, JAYDEN"

You sink down into the far right side of the couch, trying to keep your distance from Johnny to not make him uncomfortable or anything but ultimately failing due to the fact this couch can BARELY fit 3 people on it even with people squished up against the armrests and he just had to sit down directly in the middle. You cover your face to attempt to try and hide your embarrassment right now.

[Why would Jayden fucking tell HIM that?!]

You continue to ask questions like this to yourself. It's embarrassing enough that you're probably one of the only guys in school with his virginity still intact but now Johnny Cage, your CRUSH AND PROBABLY THE GUY WITH THE HIGHEST BODY COUNT IN SCHOOL KNOWS?! You're starting to reconsider Jayden's choice to wake up and breathe at any stage of his life right now, you're also praying to Zeus himself to smite you from the skies above and end your suffering.

When you thought this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of your life, you never expected it to start at the hands of your best friend.... that's a lie. The ONLY person you'd ever expect it from is him. It doesn't help that the meathead is a cis, straight boy and has no idea how different dating is for you, especially since you're petrified of coming out in the small town you live in.

He thinks it's as simple as asking a girl out but it isn't. No man in your town, let alone one your age, has come out. A girl from your school came out as a Lesbian in her final year of High School a couple of years back and the last time she was seen was at the bantam airport just