This is a bit different from my other stories, so go easy.

Disclaimer: Do not own the characters, only the plot.

Cody Jackson was leaning against the wall of the gym, surrounded by several other guys his age and their girlfriends. His hood covered most of his face, leaving the lower half on his face in the shadows. He had danced with several girls, but then got bored and just watched everyone else. He spotted on of the stuck-up football member eyeing up an Asian girl who walked past. Jackson watched her as well, although she couldn't see because his eyes were covered. Her name was Melissa Wu. He had never had much to do with her. She was probably the nicest, most innocent person on earth, but tonight…she looked as though she had completely abandoned the good girl look.

She had a tight black skirt and a black boob-tube. It showed off her flat, tanned stomach and her belly-button piercing. Her hair had been permed and flowed down her back, and there had been several brown highlights had been put in. Jackson watched as she made her way across to an empty spot a few meters away from the stereo.

Jason McKay, the football player, made his way over to her. Jackson watched as she looked at Jason nervously as he put his arms on either side of her head, blocking her exit. At that moment, Jackson pushed away from the wall and strode purposefully across the gym to where Jason was standing. He pulled him away from Melissa—who looked frightened and vulnerable pushed against the wall—and pushed him away from her. Jason looked at him, not looking steady. Jackson summed up that Jason had been drinking.

"Oi! What…y-ya doin'?" He asked dizzily. Jackson rolled his eyes at Jason.

"You're drunk, idiot," Jackson snorted. He grasped Melissa's wrist and pulled her closer to him. Jason lurched toward them and threw a lazy punch. Jackson easily moved, but Melissa got caught in it, and even though Jason was throwing it with all his might, it caught her off guard and she stumbled forward. Jackson caught her, pulled her up and turned around to glare at Jason. He threw a punch, and his was accurate, landing square on Jason's jaw. Jason let out a shout and stumbled backwards. Melissa let a slight scream when she saw Jason bleeding, but Jackson ignored it. He grasped her arm again and pulled her out of the gym, ignoring the amused looks of his buddies, or the jealous looks of the girls. Once they were outside school grounds, Jackson let go of Melissa's arm and she stumbled away from him, holding herself with her arms.

The two walked in silence for a few minutes. Melissa was shivering slightly, still holding her torso in her arms tightly. Jackson shot her several glances, wondering what to do with her. It started to spit lightly and Jackson stripped off his hoodie and handed it to Melissa, as she only had her boob-tube. Melissa wordlessly slipped it on and once again resumed hugging her arms to her chest.

"A thank-you would be nice," Jackson said sarcastically. She didn't seem to pick up on the sarcasm, and murmured a soft,

"Thank-you." Jackson stole another glance at her, not being able to keep back the appreciative glance down her body. Melissa didn't seem to pick up on the looks he was giving her, so he decided to start talking again, but then she started. "Why did you do that back there?" Jackson thought about it for a moment before replying,

"I've always hated Jason." Melissa glanced at him for a moment before looking back at the ground. "And maybe I though you needed a bit of help," he added in a gruff voice. Melissa bit her lower lip, wondering whether to reply to that or not. "Anyway, I'll take you home--"

"Why do you do that?" Melissa burst out. Jackson looked taken back.

"Do what?"

"You're so nasty to everyone, and violent, and then you go and do something like that," Melissa told him with an even voice. Jackson glanced at her and rolled his eyes. "You doing what you did just then proved my point," she asked, looking at him from under dark lashes. It wasn't the same flirty look every other girl gave him, but it had much more effect on him than all the other girls did.

"Yeah, well, it was a one-off thing," he muttered. "Don't make it a habit of getting pushed up against walls." Melissa snorted.

"Is that what you tell every chick you take behind the gym?" She asked unbelivingly. Jackson gave her a look out of the corner of her eye. "Yeah, I know what you do--" She was cut off as Jackson grabbed her arm and forced her against the brick wall they were walking beside. He didn't look particularly angry, just annoyed.

"You don't know me, so don't judge me," he hissed at her. A strand of hair fell across her face as she replied with a smirk,

"And you don't know, so next time, you can just let me get raped." Jackson narrowed his eyes at her. "Say you don't know me, we're only in one class together. Or...do you know me?" She knew, Jackson gathered by her gaze, she knew he had been watching her. "And I thought you said I shouldn't make it a habit of being pushed against walls." Jackson let out a gruff laugh, and then suddenly pushed his lips to hers. Melissa was caught off-guard, but kissed him back after a moment.

When they finally parted from their fiery make-out session, Jackson told her,

"I do know you. You get an AA+ on every test you recieve, you can speak Latin and Chinese, you hate Math." Jackson's voice was even, and even Melissa was impressed. "So, you still don't know me."

"You live on the West Side," Melissa whispered into his ear. "You aren't as tough as you make out to be." She pulled back from him and leaned against the wall. "And I know you've been watching me because your mate told me." Jackson immediately started to think ways to kill his mate. But then, Melissa grasped him collar and pulled him toward her, saying, "I've been watching you, too."

"Good," Jackson rasped back, his arm encirlcing her waist as he started kissing her again.

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