A.N. – Ok, so this is my first LM fic, and of course it just had to be rayella, 'cause they are just plain awesome :D I really hope you like it and sorry for the swearing, it's just Ray for me… so yeah, please go ahead :)

Italics are flashback. Normal writing is present day actions.

It had been a month since it happened and neither of them had talked about it or even mentioned it. In fact, they had almost stopped talking at all, not even arguing that much anymore. The whole population of Mesa high was stunned. He should've been happy. She was his worst enemy, after all.

But every time he passed her in the halls he felt like pushing her against the lockers and demanding another taste of those wonderful pink lips; every time she laughed he couldn't help but to feel the corners of his mouth twitch in a smile; every time they fought and she got angry all he wanted to do was run a hand through her hair and her face, calming her down.

Not that he didn't find flustered Stella one of the hottest things this world had to provide. But now that he'd had another perspective of that guitar goddess, he didn't want anything else.

"This is all your fault, Beech!" she stated angrily while she hopped out of the table she had been sitting on since the teacher left, too concerned about his own safety to look after the problematic duo. He'd locked them there and said he'd be back when detention was over. Half of their time had already passed in heavy silence, very unusual between this two.

"My fault? How is any of this my fault?" he asked, taking a step closer to her.

"Well, if you hadn't teased me merciless then we wouldn't be in this situation, now would we?" she said, exasperated, copying his movements.

"Yeah, right. Like you didn't tease me right back, Yamada."

"Argh, that is so not the point!"

"Oh, and what is?"

"Just… just… why won't you leave me ALONE?" she practically yelled; they were now three steps away from each other.

"Do I look like I fuckin' KNOW the answer to that question, Yamada?" he yelled back and her face revealed surprise, confusion, anger and what the… was that fear?

She had never shown fear to him before. And now there she was, small tears prickling her beautiful eyes right in front of him. Oh, crap. Beautiful? She is NOT beautiful. Not at all. The way her hair swings every time they fight is NOT cute and… damn she turned around! Now all he could concentrate on was her perfect butt on those black jeans… Get your shit together, Beech!

Luckily for him she turned again to face him.

"B-but… you have to! You have to know, Ray!"

The sound of his first name rolling off her mouth apparently trigged something hidden on his brain, because the next thing he knew it his arms were around her and his lips were on hers. And screw his brain yelling at him about his craziness, 'cause it was perfect.

Stella gasped but immediately kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving one of her hands to his hair, her skilled fingers brushing against his blond spikes. He brushed his tongue across her bottom lip and she allowed him entrance pretty quickly, her movements just as moved by desire as his.

And that's when he thinks he lost control.

Walking forward he picked her up effortlessly, his hands on the back of her knees and her back pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He grinned when he heard her moan softly, moving his lips to her neck.

"Ray…" she mumbled, out of breath, and as soon as he looked up she pulled him in for another passionate kiss. His left hand was sliding up her jean clad thigh and the only thing he was able to think about was how good she tasted, like all of his favorite things mixed into one. He could tell he was getting addicted and fuck if he cared right there and then.

Her hands were fisting his shirt and roaming his strong chest and shoulders; his own were starting to move up and up to the hem of her red shirt that was slowly being lifted, revealing her tanned stomach to his seeking fingers, brushing against her sides and making him growl into her mouth. She shivered beneath him, goosebumps appearing on her arms. The damn irritating shirt was half way up when they heard steps in the hall.

Ray didn't care actually, but he could feel Stella start to slip away from his embrace. And so he pressed and kissed her harder, hearing her moan rather louder. But it only lasted a few seconds, because as soon as they heard the key turn on the lock she managed to dodge beneath his arm and made a run for her bag, disappearing as soon as the teacher opened the door.

"Stella, wait!" he ran to his bag as well, ignoring a very confused Mr. Smith, and out the door, but she was already gone.

Present day Ray sighed as he walked in the cafeteria, as usual glancing back at the lemonheads table. He had to do a double take.

She was standing up, placing her food down and looking rather annoyed at a laughing Olivia. He could see the dark bags under her eyes that resembled his own. But that's not what shocked him; no. It was the fact that Stella Freaking Yamada, for the first time since he'd met her, was wearing a skirt. And not just any skirt, but a tight, short, black one that almost made him drool like a dog.

Until he noticed he wasn't the only one.

Stella was getting all sorts of comments from the soccer team's table just next to hers, and Ryan had even gone so far as switching to his place in order to get a better look at the half-asian's legs. Ray's anger was already starting to boil, but what happened next made him see all red.

"Hey, honey, wouldn't you rather be screaming at me today instead?" Ryan smirked before attempting to grab her waist.

"Oh, HELL NO!" suddenly his fists were gripping Ryan's shirt and he was lifting him against the wall, not caring about all of the gasps heard around the cafeteria.

"Now you listen to me, you little scumbag: you even try to look at her again like that, and I swear to god… I will punch all of your teeth out, get it?" he whispered very quietly and very angrily. Ryan just nodded, terrified.

"Good." He said before letting go of him. Grabbing a hold of Stella's hand, he pulled her out and into the nearest empty classroom despite her protests. She might be a revolutionary, but she was way shorter than him and she hadn't been sleeping right (not that he had either, anyway), so she as lacking a little bit of resistance.

"Ray, let go of me!" he ignored her and instead pushed her to the wall, his hands at either side of her head.

"No. Now you listen to me, Stella. I can deal with a lot of things. I can deal with you fighting me, I can deal with you pretending this…" he gestured between the two of them, his movements and voice clearly giving away that he was still angry. "…never happened. Hell, I can even deal with you not talking to me at all. But I CAN'T and I WON'T deal with what just happened in there. I will not just stand there and watch other guys drooling all over you and flirting with you and trying to get to you, especially not shitty womanizers like Ryan."

His tone softened a little bit as he move a piece of her hair from her face.

"I'm the only one who gets to be screamed at by you, Yamada. Okay?"

Stella had been surprisingly quiet during his little speech and had just stared at him. A few more moments of silence went by and he was starting to get worried.

"Stella?" he whispered, cupping her face. And slowly, a very big smile grew on the girl's face before she replied, getting on her tiptoes and giggling very un-Stella like against his lips before kissing him.

"Took you long enough, Beech."

A.N. – So? What did you think? Was it too bad? I might had a second chapter about the different reactions in the cafeteria if enough people like this, so… please let me know what you guys think ;)

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