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••Rion••

"Diesel, Rion, I need you two to go into the Tech room and try to get the news on the TV." Coach says just as he calms down the remaining of us.

I nod, grabbing onto Diesel's hand as he pulls me along with him. I follow along as he leads the way down at the back end of the school to the tech room. He goes in and I walk in after, shutting the door.

He rushes over to the tv as I rest my back against the door, staring at him a bit as he leans over, turning the dial on the tv to try and get a signal.

He slowly looks over at me, sighing. "What is it?"

"Hm?" I say.

"Spit it out. You're too quiet."

"Maybe I'm still shaken up a bit."

He chuckles, "Well I would've thought that would have gone away quickly especially for someone who's literally fought her way to the top."

"I did not fight my way to the top." I frown, "And can we not relive that? It was not one of my proudest accomplishments."

"I thought it was pretty badass."

"Badass to fight everyday?"

"Yeah, and you had a reason. Those girls were treating you like crap. You stood up for yourself." He says. "..Now what'd you want to say?"

"Jesus, you never forget anything. Do you?"

"Nope now tell me."

"I was just—thinking about what almost happened in the hall."

"The kiss ?" He smirks, shrugging.

I nod, "Yeah."

"Our timing was off."

"Good cause it can't happen." I say.

He starts to slowly walk over to me, making me gulp down a huge lump in my throat. "You don't want me to kiss you?"

He appears, directly in front of me, placing his hand on my waist

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He appears, directly in front of me, placing his hand on my waist. I look down at it and then up at him. His other hand gently caresses my cheek. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't resist the urge. There was something about him. I grabbed his face, kissing him, hungrily yet passionately. I almost fell back as I felt the door open. Grover was there, standing in shock. "Sorry, I'll leave."

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