Midnight (editing)

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Julian parks the car at our usual spot, getting out and waiting for me. That's unusual. Hmmm. Somethings definitely up. Maybe he wanted to apologize. I get out waiting for him to say something.

"Hey, uh Ry? Have you seen my phone? It was in your room last night, so - uhhh...." He says, awkwardly scratching his neck.

He never does that. At least, not unless his mom embarrasses him. I shake my head, indicating a no and then sprint, murmuring a quick, "I'm late for class, bye". I dodge students in the hallway, grateful that class hadn't started. The warning bell sounded and students hurried across the hallway to their respective classes. Oh, for fucks sake!

"Hey! Ry! Wait up!Yo! Somebody, stop her.She's got my phone!!"I heard Julian holler from behind me.

I ran faster, happy that my father had made me take track as my sport. But I was no match for a professional football player (A/N: I mean soccer for all you Americans), because a callused hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me to them. I smelt the familiar scent of cherries and cinnamon and relaxed. Julian attempts to take his phone which was currently in my hand. We were grappling for it. Now, I may be tall for an average teenage girl since I'm 5'8" but I was no match for Julian, who was 6'5".

I pushed him behind, surprising him. He slipped and toppled, but he took me down with him. So now, I was literally sprawled across on top of him. Blushing, he seemed to realise the position we were in. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his, before whispering, "I'm sorry, you'll only get it tomorrow."

His cheeks become even redder. I take the phone from his hands, get up and walk away, putting it back in my back pocket. In a few minutes, I feel him grab my hand and whirl me around before pinning me against the wall. I looked into his green eyes and then looked away, unable to understand the desire and intensity of his gaze. So, I looked at his lips instead. His soft pink, full lips, so damn sexy and yet unknown to my li- don't even think about it, Zoe. You've gotten ever him a long time ago. You like Caleb, not Julian. Ugh.

He moves even closer, if that is even possible, and I turn away, squirming under his grip. He moves his hand to my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Why not?" he whispers.

He leans in, and I give in to my temptation. He frees my hands, which wrap themselves around his neck, pushing my fingers into his soft black hair. I pull back suddenly, pushing him off. He looks taken aback and I walk to the bathroom.

Although it felt good to kiss him, I still felt bad for Caleb. How will I face him after this? Even though we weren't together I felt dirty, like I had betrayed his trust. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and splash my face. I remove my phone, playing temple run 2 until the period bell rang.