Love Doesn't Stop For Time

Chapter 1

A/N: New story for Monday updates. I hope you guys like it. Anyways, enjoy!

I slowly made my way on campus, looking at the map. I can't believe my teacher switched classrooms in the middle of the year. It was so annoying. I held my books in one of my arms.

"I'll kiss the next guy that walks around that corner." I realized too late that I had walked around the corner. My books were knocked out of my arms as another guy dipped me into a cliché pose. His arm was on my lower back and he bent me back. My eyes widened as he forced me into a strong kiss. I felt his tongue push pass my lips and I kind of relaxed into it. He wasn't that bad at this. My eyes fluttered closed and my arms slipped around his neck. He pulled away with a laugh. "Hello there." I blushed.

"Hi." He brought me up, his arms keeping my body close.

"I'm Scott." I looked into his wonderfully blue eyes.

"I'm Mitch." Scott smiled.

"Hello, Mitch. Can I get your number?" I glanced at his friends before returning to him. His eyes. They were so beautifully dreamy. He was unbelievably handsome.

"I-I guess." Scott gave me over his phone and I began entering my number. I doubt he was going to call or text me but I like to dream. I gave his phone back.

"Here you go." He gave me my binder and my books.

"T-Thank you."

"G fourteen is over there." Scott pointed me over to my new class. I nodded to show my appreciation. Then I slowly began to walk away. "Goodbye, beautiful." My face felt like I was standing in front of the sun and it stayed until I stumbled in late for my class. I mumbled my apology and went to my seat. Then instead of paying attention to my lesson, I doodled on the page in front of me. "Hey. You made me look good."

"Oh god!" I let out my scream in a small squeaky voice. Scott was standing above me. He stopped me from slamming my notebook shut. I had been drawing him.

"What are you in for? Do you want to become an artist?" He leaned down so he was whispering in my ear. His hands were on either side of my body and his chest was behind me. I looked towards my professor who seemed to be ignoring us.

"Uh, n-no. I want to be a d-doctor."

"You're too sexy to be a doctor. I prefer artist." I choked on the air that I tried to breathe in. I began coughing so loud that the whole class turned to me. My embarrassment made me gather my stuff and run out of the room.

"What the hell were you thinking?! I need that class!" Scott followed me out, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"You have greater talents than sitting in a classroom and taking notes." I made an annoyed noise and stormed away from him. "Hey! You think I wanted to skip that class too. I need good grades too, Mitch." I could hear him following after me.

"Then ruin your own damn grades! Don't ruin mine!" I turned around on him, shoving my finger in his chest. "You're infuriating!" He grabbed my arm when I tried to turn away.

"Go on a date with me."

"You're a bad influence. There is no way I'm do-"

"I'm a bad influence, am I? I am asking you to go on one date." He moved closer to me. "One measly date. You could leave but-"

"Oh come on."

"You have to promise that if you enjoy this date, if you enjoy being with me, then you have to go on another date until you are sick of me." I had to admit. That was really cute. But I wasn't going to fall for a screw up like him. "Come on, Mitch. Have some fun for awhile. We have been sitting in that class for weeks and I've never seen you smile. Not until I kissed you."