Chapter 1

Jonah was in a rush to get to school, Cesca had been off on a school trip this week and he hadn't seen her since they had kissed the week before. Although she had pushed him away after there lips had got to know each other a little more than they should have. Jonah knew that she felt the same way as he did.

His first lesson of the day was Spanish, he made sure he was early so that he could talk to her before the lesson began but Cesca wasn't anywhere in sight. He sat quietly at the back of the classroom as the room began to fill with year 12 boys. Cesca was the last person to arrive and as she sat at her desk at the front of the classroom their eyes met but as quickly as she had looked at him she looked away. She could feel his eyes full of sadness and frustration watching her but when the feeling disappeared she looked at him, he could feel it too, a powerful stare full of passion and lust he looked up in an attempt to reach her gaze but Ronan beat him to it as he called for his teachers attention and the overpowering electricity was gone.

"Miss?" Ronan asked politely

Cesca quickly focused on Ronan "Yes, Ronan. What is it?"

Ronan held up his Spanish A-Level textbook, and pointed to a page "I can't make out the last three lines in this paragraph, can you help me translate it? It's on page 12, Miss"

"Of course" Cesca said willingly. She lifted a textbook from the stack at the front of the classroom and opened it at page 12. She walked slowly around the room whilst translating the text aloud to the class. Jonah stared at her, he couldn't help it; his eyes followed her around the classroom. He wanted to talk to her terribly. He needed to know that she felt the same way he did, sitting there not being able to say anything was too much for him to take.

Jonah's chair creaked as he moved it back. Everyone turned to look at him as he stood up. Cesca's heart was pounding, she was completely terrified that he was about to blurt something out to the whole class.

"Jonah, is there a problem?" she said as calmly as she could.

Jonah could tell she was nervous, he quickly racked his brain for an excuse as to why he was standing up – he himself wasn't even sure why, he just knew he couldn't be the classroom with Cesca, not while he didn't know where they stood.

"No, Miss" he said softly. "I've just remembered, Mr Mead wanted to see me about science coursework this period, can I go?" he asked.

Cesca could tell he was lying. They both stared into each others eyes for a few seconds, both knowing they had to talk about what happened although it seemed Cesca wanted to avoid the whole conversation.

"Yes, you may" Cesca said in the best 'teacher' voice she could muster "But, he isn't teaching in his room this period, uh, he's in the canteen – sorting out the new lunch rota. You will find him there."

Jonah knew this wasn't true – Chris Mead never took any part in working out the lunch rota. It was always Karen Fisher and Miss Fry that took the responsibility for it. He knew Cesca was planning to meet him. "Ok, Miss. I will go there now." He smiled; finally he could talk alone with her.

Ten minutes later, Jonah was sitting in am empty canteen. He looked his watch and sighed, "She's not coming" he thought to himself. All of a sudden he heard footsteps coming down the corridor, getting closer and closer. He could tell it was Cesca in her high heels.

She entered the canteen, gave him a short smile whilst looking around checking the coast was clear. Jonah jumped to his feet and walked quickly towards her.

"I thought you weren't going to come for a second there" he said while trying to put his hands around her waist but she rejected his attempt.

"I do have a class of A-Level students, Jonah. I can't just get up and leave when I feel like it" Cesca said sharply, almost trying to make herself not feel connected to him. She knew how wrong the whole thing was, but she couldn't help it. She'd completely, head over heels fallen for him.