I Kissed Shane Coleman -SAMPLE-

Chapter Two

The smell of the school hallways is a mix of Linx and girls perfume, with the occasional tint of sweat and body odour. Posters upon posters hang on the walls, advertising the successes of the football and soccer teams. The halls are immaculate in the mornings but full of soda cans and litter by night - the janitors should be on seriously high pay.

Suddenly, I walk into something - or someone. A burning sensation runs through my light pink band tee, and I jump back before it quenches my shirt anymore. Looking down, a brown stain ripples down my top from the now crushed Costa Coffee cup in her hand.

"Watch where you're walking, slut!" A sharpened voice screeches. Turning my gaze from my stained shirt to Chloe Coleman's face, her cheeks have filled up red in anger.

Shit. Out of everyone I could have walked into...

A crowd begins to emerge, like a lion calling for its posse. Kids are getting their phones out, murmuring and giggling. I'm frozen to the spot. I feel traumatized. How did this just happen, and in front of everybody too? I'm stood soaking in the cruel laughter, my head beginning to spin. I'm never going to live this down. People will be reminding me of this as I eat my mush in the nursing home.

But still, no sign of any teachers, and no Elle.

Honestly, I don't think many teachers would have the guts to take on Chloe Coleman.

Chloe's hand reaches for the collar of my tee, scrunching it up and yanking me forcefully towards her. "Are you joking! Twice in one day! You walk into me again, I swear Josie Baker I will - "

"Chloe! Stop!"

Chloe's hold loosens a tad, yet her grip is firm.

Shane Coleman, brother of Chloe, marches to my side. He gives Chloe a stark warning, and her grip loosens even more. "Let the girl go, Chloe."

Chloe lets go of my shirt, and her face screws up. With a scowl like an angry chihuahua, Chloe struts away with a small entourage following behind.

When the crowd starts to disperse, "Are you ok?"

I turn to look up at Shane. This is the first time he's ever talked to me. Am I ok? Except for the scolding sensation of coffee on my skin and the overwhelming embarrassment -

"Yeah, I'm fine." I wince through my teeth. "Way to make a first impression."

He lets out a small chuckle. "I'm Shane, by the way."

"I know, big Raptors fan." I grin. "Josie."

"I'm really sorry about my sister."

Staring up at Shane, I realise that he has small freckles beside his mouth too, and one oddly placed on the right side of his chin. His ocean blue eyes have small specs of green in them, highlighting his full lashes.

"It's fine. I'd better be going." I nod hurriedly, not willing to embarrass myself anymore than I have.

Going to take a step, my foot catches on my other foot. In a flash, my feet aren't beneath me, and I violently fall on my ass.

"Oh my God." I whistle through my teeth, wincing from the pain and how I've embarrassed myself twice now. "My god I'm so clumsy -"

Looking back up at his six-foot frame, Shane a sly smirk painted across his cheeks. Not a concerned look, but an adorable and cheeky smirk. I don't know whether to be offended as he's so close to laughing, or just melt in his hands because he's so god damn hot.

"Glad you're amused, Coleman." I exclaim in frustration, climbing back up to my feet while trying to regain any dignity that fell to the floor with me.

Whisking myself away to the girls bathroom before I can make anymore of an ass of myself, I don't know how to feel. I just had a proper chat with Shane whilst simultaneously embarrassing myself in front of the entire school.

I push the door open for the girls bathroom and stand in front of the wide stretch mirror. It's worse than I thought. The coffee has bleached the ends of my caramel blonde hair, it has drenched my top so much so you can see my bra, and on the back of my leggings, not only can you see my underwear, but it also looks like I've wet myself.

I pull my phone from my rucksack.

"Elle!" I beg. "I don't care what your doing or where you are, but get to the girls bathroom. I need to wear your gym clothes."

"Why? What about your own gym clothes?"

"My Dad put them in the wash, I need yours!"

"Ok, I'm coming now."

One thing I love about Elle, is that she's the ultimate best friend. She'd drop anything for me, and I'd do the same for her. And when I say anything, she fled from her own grandmas funeral just to help me in a fashion crisis once.

"What happened? Why do you need my kit?" She asks over the phone.

"I walked into Chloe and her coffee spilt all over me." I reminisce. "Hurry up! How close are you?"

"I'm running to you Josie! I'm literally 3 yards away, hang on."

In that moment, Elle rushes through the toilet doors with her gym bag in her right hand and her handbag and phone in the other. "Here," she hands me her bag. "What on earth! How did this happen?"

"I told you, Chloe spilt her drink on me." I sigh, stripping from my band top and tossing it into the sink now full of soapy water. "But you'll never guess who actually talked to me?"

She furrows her perfectly filled in eyebrows.

"Shane."