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Chapter 2

I walk through the old corridors, and slide open the door to my second detention today.

As sit down in the 2nd row, I'm surprised to find Taylor sitting in detention too, the only other person in the room.

" what did you get a detention for?" I whisper to Taylor who is writing in her planner.

"Late." She replies.

"What?" I question, not hearing what she said.

"I was late to class!" She shouts.

Why is she acting so weird and moody?

"Okay, I was just asking. Sorry." I apologise.

"Ladies, quiet please."

Who just said that? Oh right, the teacher. I forgot we were in detention. I look up, about to reply, when my mouth practically drops to the floor. It's Mr Graff. He sees me and makes eye contact with me but then quickly looks down, as if he's embarrassed. He's not embarrassed because of me, right?

"Should I leave? I'm not really in the mood for watching you guys make out."

Once again, my mouth practically drops to the floor. What did she just say? I look over to Taylor, who seems to be proud of the rude comment that just fell out of her mouth.

"That's enough, no speaking until detention is over." Mr Graff interrupts.

I'm glad he interrupted, or else Taylor and I might have started World War III.

Detention passes in silence. All three of us get up and out of our seats as the bell rings, without speaking or even making eye contact to each other.

I really just want to punch Taylor in the face for that rude remark of hers, but I know that that would just make things worse. Instead, I hold my anger in with every last bit of me. I quickly walk to lockers, hoping that I will get there and leave before Taylor shows up. I never should have asked the teachers if I could move to the locker right next to Taylor's. I realise that my prayers are not answered when Taylor shows up, quickly unlocking her lock, probably to get away from me. I honestly cannot believe that our friendship has come to this, over a boy! Well man..

**CLAAASSSHHHHHH**

My instincts take over my body and before I know it, I've pushed Taylor into the lockers next to her.

"What the hell!" Taylor yells, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oh so sorry, didn't see you there. My bad!" I say sarcastically and walk off, hoping she understands that I don't want to talk to her.

All of the sudden, I hear footsteps behind me , getting louder and louder. I feel her tug harshly at my hair which makes me turn around, absolutely fuming.

"Who do you think you are!" Taylor has the nerve to say.

"Go away!" I whine

"No. I don't deserve this! You need to stop what your doing, it's getting way out of hand now! Don't you realise what can happen! I've tried to understand all of this, but now it's just too hard!" Taylor argues.

I try to speak, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I'm too in shock. Taylor gets tired of waiting and walks off.

"Ugh!" I scream. Finally something comes out of my mouth.

I storm off, angrier than I've ever been. Why is she so mad at me anyway? I wasn't doing anything to her.

I decide that I should go talk to Mr Graff and clear up things, like why Taylor totally blew up randomly. I make my way through the crowds of people, until I reach staff room 2.

**knock knock**

I peek through the small rectangular window and see Ms Tucker walking towards the door in her vivid red pumps.

"Hello, can I help you?" The elderly woman inquires.

"Um, is Mr Graff there?" I ask, slightly nervous for some strange reason.

"Yes, he is. I'll get him for you." She replies kindly.

"Thanks."

A few seconds later, Mr Graff steps out of the staff room and shuts the door behind him.

"Uh, I think we should, you know." I stutter.

"Yeah." He interjects.

Mr Graff grabs my arm and pulls me into an an unoccupied store room, full of books, pens and paper.

"I'm not really sure why Taylor said that, I think she just jealous." I explain. At the same time, I'm trying to think of other reasons why she would of said what she said, but I can't think of any.

"It's alright. I thought you guys were best friends though?" He asks me, confused.

"Trust me, me too." I say with a frown.

"I think we should we stop this. I don't want you to get caught and it's not worth losing Taylor." He argued.

"W-what? You don't think we should see each other anymore?" I feel my eyes go watery as I speak.

"I just don't think it's appropriate anymore, it's not worth it. But it'll be alright you'll make up with Taylor and you'll get over me." He trys to comfort me

I doubt it, I think to myself.

"But I'm in love with you." I say, dragging the words.

He pauses for a moment and looks down at his feet.

"I'm sorry Taylor, it's just not going to work. Your in high school and I'm a teacher."

I break down into full on tears. I feel my face being soaked and my mascara running down my face. I feel so embarrassed but him saying those words, broke my heart.

"Sshhhh, don't cry." He whispers, using his soft fingers to tilt my chin up. He wipes away my tears and stares his deep brown eyes into mine that I adore so much.

"I don't want this to end." I mumble, slowly gathering my tears.

He looks away, giving me the impression that he is still stuck on his decision. A wave of reality hits me and I start bawling my eyes out, again.

He looks back and slowly brings his hand to my soaked cheek but drops it almost instantly. I wipe my own tears away and bring it to myself to let my actions overtake me.

My fingers rake through his chocolate brown hair and gently tug at the roots. He glimpses over and I can tell he's turned on by my movements. I feel his hot breath on my face and I move my hand to his leg rubbing it steadily, teasing him. He automatically reacts and presses his lips against mine, kissing me softly but passionately and I follow his lead. He pushes me up against the bookshelf and books fall to the ground but all distractions are ignored. His hands move from my cheeks to my hips. I keep my hands on his broad shoulders while pulling him a bit closer to me. I brush my nose against his playfully and...

Oh no. This can't be happening, not now. The door of the storeroom opens and light shines through. Taylor stands in doorway. The neutral expression on her face drops and turns into a confused and shocked expression, none of which I like.