This story has always been on my mind but I never wrote it until reading KittySquyers story last night. So enjoy.

Its not everyday when I get to stand in front of my locker and watch tons of students dart for the exit doors. Blurs of blues and greens jetting past me as I hold my notebook close to my chest as a tactic to not getting trampled on. Someone pulled the alarm, someone started the fire in the lunchroom, and someone blamed me for the entire thing. Once the halls grew silent I was met with the eyes of the principal, Mr. Morrison.

"Miss Russo," he signaled me into his office and I made it over to him without complaining. I took a seat across from him and began pulling on the string that was hanging off the side of my dark jeans before I shifted my green long sleeved top and sighed.

"This is the third offence in two weeks"

"But I didn't do it"

"Miss Russo one more offence like this and you'll be sentenced to a suspension"

"But I'm telling you I didn't do it"

"Oh really," he sat up before crossing his fingers against his desk. "Then tell me, who would want to do this to you?" I watched his face. Honestly I didn't know anyone who hated me as much as…

"We have one student who refused to leave the building," a woman's voice crept into the room and all I heard was a quiet muffle before the girl sat in the seat next to me.

"Miss Torres again?" Mr. Morrison didn't sound surprised and upon hearing the girl's name I felt my stomach turn. "How about I make something up for the two of you to do in this school that doesn't deal with turning it into a hell house. Miss Torres you can clean every white board and chalk board in this school for the rest of the week. Miss Russo you can help her, while recapping all the pens and replacing them as well as the erasers."

"Wait, How come I have more stuff then her?" I placed my notebook in my lap.

"Because you were going to burn down the lunchroom," a chuckle escaped from Mitchie. That's when I knew she was the one who did it. I crossed my arms and nodded.

"Miss Russo, this is your last call, we've cancelled school for the rest of the day so girls…get to work, when two o'clock hits you can leave," I didn't move. I was pissed to be honest, I had to work with the girl who at the moment didn't seem evil, but I knew she was going to make my life a living hell. I sat until she stood and made her way to the door.

"Can I at least work somewhere else? Like the back of the school and she can work on the front?" I honestly didn't want to spend any time with the girl, because once we were alone, I knew something was going to happen.

"Together," the man said before signaling me to head for the door. I pulled my notebook up and watched the girl leave out. I tried to ignore her when we were in the hall and I pushed everything into my locker but once we were lead to the first classroom and locked inside for ten minutes I felt like the girl was going to explode. First, she was smiling at me before she sat against one of the desks and then there was the glare.

"So, do you like what I did in the lunchroom?"

"Are you asking for my opinion?"

"Just answer"

"Why did you have to frame me for that? And all the other stuff too? I'm in hell with my parents because of what you're doing. They can't trust me and its frustrating to know that you're not doing something but everyone else thinks you're lying"

"Awe is Alex going to cry?"

"Are you going to stop being a bitch about everything?" That line must have triggered something in the girl because she tilted her head before her face went blank. She watched me and I could feel it. I began erasing the white board, reading over some of the words people scribbled against the thing here and there before I was pushed hard against the thing.

"Ow, what the hell is your…" I turned around and stopped speaking when I saw the girl holding her index finger up in front of me.

"No one, and I mean no one talks or make statements like that to me"

"Well if you…"

"Did I say that I was finished. I've been nice to you haven't I? Of course I was, but you don't like when people play nice do you? I know that………. and you know that..," she was inching closer towards me, my back hitting the board with a small thud. "You just want people to play rough. You need someone to play rough with you, because that's the type of girl you are, you like things rough," she placed her right hand against my arm and made her fingers wrap around my skin.

"What are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing don't you?" I could feel her grip tighten. The lock on the door turned and she pulled away before Mrs. Brown glanced at us.

"Girls, why haven't you cleaned the boards? You have thirty more classrooms to clean," the woman sighed and explained that we were going to just do the rooms in this hall before she left. I glanced over at Mitchie.

"Don't think this is over, because its not, its FAR from over," she reached for the erasers and began cleaning the board as I moved away from her but her fingers landed in between mine. "I want you to stay next to me."

"Um…I don't think so," I pulled myself away and went over to get the replacements erasers and began doing other things. Once we were done with the room she stood near the archway glancing into the hall.

"I don't like when people pull away from me," she pushed her hair behind her ear and I rose my eyebrow.

"Well if you would keep your hands to yourself I'm pretty sure that no one would pull away from you"

"Oh…I see….but you don't get it. The more you struggle, the harder it'll get"

"The harder what will get?" I made it over to the girl passing her and heading for the next class as she tagged behind.

"You'll see," she mumbled to herself before I glanced around the next room. I've never had a class in here, not once. I made it next to the board, the room was a bit dark considering the blinds were closed and the room was a dim yellow color. Desks were placed in a semi circle with a television in the middle of the floor. Mitchie stepped into the room and closed the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Its of no concern to you as of right now," she pressed her fingers against the lock on the thing and my stomach twisted.

"No concern? I'm in this room with you. You start fires, you push people down stairs and you blame me for that crap and locking doors is of no concern to me?" She pulled her leather jacket off of her arms and ran her fingers down her skin as if she was cold. I watched her, unaware of what she was trying to do.

"You know Alex…"

"Look I'm not like that," I let out the most unconvincing I'm not a lesbian line ever.

"Of course you're not," the entire school knew of Mitchie and the game's she tended to play on any and everyone. She went both ways, and I myself didn't like the girl at all. And I knew she played with everyone's head, she hyped them up and get them to do things just by using her sex appeal. But I was one of the girls she could never toy with, I was one of those she could never get to.

"Can we just clean this stuff and leave?" I spoke and she made her way over to me, her smooth shoulder glistening in the dim light. Her dark eyes connected with mine and I looked away scrubbing the board. Her fingers wrapped around my waist from behind and I jumped before pulling away.

"You can't just touch people"

"Of course not, I'm just touching you," her voice echoed in my head and I backed away into the television. "Nervous?"

"Would you stop that? We have to be cleaning this board…"

"Alex, Alex, Alex…," she made it over to me again and I went behind the chairs. "Look if you continue to back away from me I'm going to have to hurt you…and you don't want that to happen do you? Of course you don't"

"I'm getting out of here," I watch the girl walk over to the door.

"I wanna see you try"

"I'm not scared of you"

"Really? Prove it"

"Why are you trying to make my life a living hell?"

"I'm not. You see I'm trying to get you to take advantage of the offer that's in front of you. We can have a little fun and no one has to know," she pulled down the shade against the door.

"I'm not like every other girl and guy you like to play around with, I have standards and you don't meet ANY of the requirements," I was near the window as her fist slammed against something.

"Are you calling me a whore?"

"If the shoe fits," I watched as she scowled at me before grabbing a near by desk and pulling it near the room door.

"One thing you need to know about this room, this was one of the first classrooms in the building to be used as a storage room. That lock right there can't be opened from the outside," she was getting close to me again. I could run to the other side of the room and trip over a few desks or stand my ground, besides I wasn't scared of this girl as much as I was afraid of her when others were around. She stopped in front of me. "And you're not going to leave this room until I get what I want"

"Sorry but like I said, I have standards," her hands met both of my wrist and she held them down to my side as she stepped into me.

"And I don't have standards? I've always had standards, and maybe I do play with people's heads but I've NEVER slept with any of them"

"Or so you say," her nails dig into my arm as I whimpered.

"You think I've slept with all those people?"

"Let me go"

"Do you really think that?"

"You're hurting me," I was letting the girl gain control over me. I was falling against the window and letting her grip my arms tighter.

"I can hurt you anyway that I want…and since you've called me a whore, its going to cost you," she slowly rose my arms slowly towards the middle of the window where my hands were now placed against my shoulders with her fingers now between mine. Her breath was beating against my skin now. I studied her eyes.

"W-why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you and I want you to like me"

"You show people you like them by locking them into a room with you and almost burning down a school?"

"If it helps," she seemed to study my face waiting for me to give her any sign that it was okay for her to kiss me. I swallowed hard letting my eyes look towards the classroom. "Look at me," she whispered as I ignored her. "LOOK AT ME," she demanded pushing my hands against the glass harshly. I could feel my skin begin to ach.

"Ow-ow-ow, okay," I faced her again. Her tense look became gentle.

"I just want to taste you," her eyes shifted a few times before I looked down at her lips. I knew she was going to kiss me, I could feel it. My arms were burning now, my fingers aching and my stomach turning harshly.

"Please, leave me alone," my voice cracked as the girl let my arms go but she still stayed where she was.

"I don't want to play rough with you, so just give in"

"To what? You wanting to touch me? No thank you!"

"I just don't want to hurt you,"

"Good," I was trying to push the girl away, my fingers brushed against her shirt raising it a bit. My fingers connected with her skin before my skin tingled. Heard her suck in air as I moved away.

"Alex, I'm not usually nice to people and you're really pushing me to the point of no return…I don't want to…," a knock came to the door followed by voices. I ran over to the door, pushing the desk away before opening it.

"Oh I didn't know anyone was in here," it was a cleaning guy who've I've never seen before. I heard feet behind me and faced Mitchie. She pulled her jacket on and left the classroom and soon was out of the school.

"I'm not doing this by myself," I made my way out the room as my eyes adjusted to the light. I was close to the door when Mr. Morrison glanced at me.

"Miss Russo where do you think you're going?"

"Mitchie left, I'm not cleaning this stuff by myself,"

"Do you know where she went?"

"No"

"Miss Russo you are going to clean those boards, now"

"No I'm not"

"Miss Russo," I turned towards the door and held the knob. "If you leave out of this building you will be suspended for the next two days," I faced the man and kicked the door. I was pissed, I could just leave out but my mom and my dad would have my head for it.

"This is going to take forever," I let out, feeling tears come to my eyes.

"Then I suggest you get started, and since you were willing to leave before two, every board is going to be scrubbed"

"WHAT?"

"The school closes at seven, hurry up," the man stared at me before walking to his office. I swear I wanted to cry, I wanted to just break down and go into a fetal position. I made it back to where I was suppose to be, and without having anyone to argue with I scrubbed the walls and moved on.

Hours later my stomach was growling I made it out of the school a few minutes before seven with my phone in hand. I dialed home and made it to the front gate of the school. I had no way of getting home because the school buses were gone and I didn't have money to catch a public bus, so walking was going to kill me. I sighed when no one answered my call, and slid my phone into my pocket before making my way towards my house which was seven miles away. It was dark, the moon was high and cars were few, there was barley any passing by.

"Alex," I didn't want to turn around when I heard my name. It was Mitchie and I knew it. I made my way walking fast as the lights behind me grew brighter and towards the left Mitchie was in her car. "I'll drive you home"

"No thank you"

"Please get in the car"

"No"

"ALEX GET IN THE CAR"

"Oh sure I'd love to get in the car with someone as deranged as you"

"I'm sorry for yelling but I want you in the car"

"No"

"GOD WHY ARE YOU SO COMPLIATED?"

"Because I can be, go away"

"I will pull over and make you get in this car"

"Are you trying to kidnap me?"

"I really want you to get in the car"

"And you'll take me home?"

"Yes"

"You will take me straight home?"

"Please get in the car"

"I want to know one thing first. How come you haven't paid any attention to me until today and now you're being so desperate?"

"I'm not being desperate and because…"

"And why do you frame me for stuff?"

"I'll answer things if you get in," I watched her finally stop driving and sit in the road. I looked around and found I was still relatively close to the school. I ran my fingers through my hair and made it over to the girl and her car before getting in. She was smiling at me as I sat my backpack in her backseat. She was staring at me, smiling and scaring the crap out of me as I pulled my seatbelt on. Her fingers ran through my hair as she pushed some of my hair behind me ear.

"Can you take me home now?"

"I'll take you home after we get something to eat"

"You said you'd take me straight home"

"Can you like…. not make me yell, I want to take you out"

"Whyyy," I whined as she rolled her eyes.

"Please can I take you out?"

"Then will you take me home?" she smiled before driving away. I watched as things became unfamiliar to me.

"So why do you vandalize the school and hurt people just to blame me?"

"Because I knew something would get us together"

"You did all of that just to get close to me?"

"Something like that"

"You're sick"

"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble, I just didn't know what else to do, besides I thought you never would give me the time of day"

"Oh this isn't a date"

"Says you"

"What do you want from me?"

"….Everything," she made a few more turns before stopping in the middle of nowhere.

"Where are we?"

"The lake"

"I thought we were getting something to eat?" I watched as she slid her seat belt off and placed her hand against my lock and moving my seatbelt across me. I watched her smile before reaching into the backseat and pulling something up.

"I bought something already," she revealed some tacos and fruits and two bottles of water and orange juice.

"I can't believe this," I placed my head in my hands.

"What?"

"You, I can't believe you..and I can't believe I'm letting myself get into this"

"Huh," she placed everything on the dashboard and fell back into her seat. "Can you at least try to like me?"

"You are desperate"

"I know, but only for you," she was smiling at me, I could barley see her until she clicked on the light.

"I don't get this. I've never had class with you and yet you like me?"

"We have had class together when we were in eighth grade"

"Eighth grade?"

"Yeah, and that's when I kind of fell for you"

"In eighth grade?"

"Yes," she sat up. "You were in the corner of the classroom with your hair falling all over your face and I was the girl on the other end of the classroom admiring you without you knowing. I wasn't a big bully back then," her eyes fell onto my lips. "And I've always wanted to kiss you, touch you….have you…since then," she took a deep breath and gave me a taco that was neatly wrapped. Her fingers went against mine and I met her eyes.

"I don't know why you like me, I'm nothing special"

"But you are, you're not like anyone else at the school, you're beautiful and you know what you want"

"What do you mean?"

"Well you don't know it yet, but you want me as much as I want you," she bit her bottom lip and sat up before grabbing her something to eat. I glanced out the window and began eating.

"I don't want you"

"…I hate when you say that"

"I only said it once"

"When someone tells you that they are willing to let you have them you should…"

"I should what, say here I am and let you do what you want with me? It doesn't work that way"

"I didn't mean anything by it. Do you know how long I've been waiting to just sit with you and talk and…..I want you to just give me a chance"

"I can't"

"Why?"

"Because I don't know you and you like to make me get things on my permanent record that I don't need on there"

"That's all?"

"All? Look you're a semi-nice girl but…I'm just not interested"

"Then you want me to hurt you?"

"What?"

"Because no one tells me no"

"Did you just say you'd hurt me?"

"I don't want to hurt you, but I will, and it seems like that's what's going to happen. I just…I thought you would.."

"I would what? Let you feel me up? No thank you," I dropped my taco and pulled on the door getting out.

"Please Alex, just…damn it," she slammed the car door. I wasn't aware of her following me until she grabbed my already bruised arm from earlier. I faced her, barley able to see as she grabbed my face and her lips came against mine. They were soft I admit and she held me close to her never moving just letting a gentle tingling overtake my skin before I held her shoulders and pushed back. She let me go and I took a deep breath. Her fingers ran down from my face onto my belt.

"Hey," I hit her hand away.

"Stop fighting me"

"Stop feeling on me"

"You need me to get home"

"Why are you trying to do this," I could feel the tears press against my eyes.

"…, don't cry"

"I'm not going to cry," I continued to make it towards the dark road.

"FINE. I'll take you home," she sounded pissed.

"You're lying"

"I'll take you home," she made it back to her car and I watched her start it and move things around on the inside. I made it to where she was, sat back in the thing and didn't face her as she began driving again. I told her where I lived and she drove there slowly but surely.

"You know I'm usually not this nice to people"

"You said that before"

"I could hurt you"

"…………….."

"But I don't think I could stand your tears"

"I"

"I'm going to make your life a living hell from now on. So don't expect me to act nice in school. I will ignore you, I will shove you, I will find a way to hurt you….and you won't be able to prove it," we stopped in front of my house.

"This is why I can't be with you"

"Good," she said as I removed my seatbelt and she did the same thing. I was reaching for the door when she pulled my arm. I faced her. She shifted in her seat almost standing and I watched her because I didn't know what she was doing. She was slowly climbing in front of me in my chair.

"Stop," I hit her arm but she climbed into my lap and was facing me.

"There will be no mercy," she whispered against my lips as I tried my best to move my hands from hers. She was holding my fingers tightly, my skin felt like it was going to bruise and my bones crack. Her lips fell against mine hard. I was whimpering under her grip as her fingers left mine and I went to hitting her but she rose her hand.

"STOP," I stared at her, my heart speeding up. Her palm landed against my face so hard that the sound from the impact was still echoing in my ear. I was about to scream when her lips came against mine again. My face was pounding as her tongue slid into my mouth and I was basically caving in to her forcing herself on me. She stopped brushing her tongue against mine and pulled back.

"Starting now, you mean nothing to me," I watched her. She seemed hurt to even say those words. My heart was pounding, I was scared f what she was going to do and my legs were aching. Her knee was between my legs and I had to get away from her.

"Get off," I whispered.

"You meant the world to me," she kissed me. "But you've brung this upon yourself," her hands landed against the rim of my shirt.

"Stop," I pushed her and she knocked into the ceiling before her hand landed against my face again.

"YOU STOP," I was caving in under her, my heart was hurting bad. My face was stinging.

"Please I thought you liked me"

"I did…but I don't like getting turned down"

"Please stop, please stop, please…please," I could see lights come on from my house.

"And now you're begging?"

"Please…."

"I still like you," she said her lips crashing against mine again. I let out a loud sigh of pain before she finally crawled off of me and out the car door. I was shaking when she extended her hand out to me. I took it, scared of getting slapped again and as she lifted me from the car the house door opened.

"Alex?" I saw my mom. I faced Mitchie, letting her hand go and stumbling away from her.

"Your backpack," she said as I turned around to get it. She grabbed it and studied my mom from a distance. "If you want it, kiss me"

"Mitchie my mom doesn't…"

"Kiss me," she was using me and I knew it. I slowly grabbed my backpack and made it into her. She smiled and I sighed before kissing her, the first time I actually kissed back. I tried pulling back but she continued to pull me back in and when she was satisfied my mom saw the kiss she pulled back.

"See you at school," she waved at me, slammed her car door and got in the car. And as soon as she snapped her seatbelt she drove away. I couldn't say anything to my mom when I made it into the house.

"Alex…what was that?" I stayed quiet making it into my room. "What happened to your face?"

"Mom I just want to sleep," I sat on my bed as she stared at me.

"Who was that girl?"

"Mitchie," I let out as my mom nodded.

"Did she do that to you?" When she asked that I almost cried as I nodded. "Alex what do you see in that girl?"

"Nothing anymore," I laid against my pillow and let the tears fall freely. I thought if I would of played hard to get she would of liked me, but then she always liked me, so why couldn't I let her in. I pulled a pillow over my face and screamed. My door was closed and I let my heart break……….

Just a little twist at the end.