"What are you waiting for?" Eli said. His head was tilted down, his lips were pouted, and his electrifying green eyes shined brightly at me. The door of our English classroom supported his perfect, lean body.

"For you to grow up." I said and let out a small giggle to let him know I was kidding.

His mouth formed an O, and his eyebrows moved closer together. "Ouch!" He said, taking my hand and

pulling me out of the classroom. I would have yelled at him for forcing me to skip English again, but I

couldn't even think let alone argue while his firm, cold hand was locked into mine. My face turned red as I realized that my hand was probably sweaty, because I get nervous when I'm around Eli at times. This was the fifth time we had skipped English class,and would be the fifth time we both had gotten detentions for it. My best friend Alli would have never even dreamed about pulling me out of class, because she already knew that I would say no,since I have the reputation of being a goody-goody and a saint. However, whenever I'm with Eli, I always feel carefree and impulsive. Eli let go of my hand.

"Clare Edwards," I watched his lips as he spoke my name and the corners of my lips pointed upwards. "What on Earth are we going to do during our time off?" We walked side by side down the long hallway, so close that our bodies kept bumping into each other.

"Well, I suppose we could work on our English assignments again," I suggested.

His eyebrows raised and seperated. His lips formed another pout, suggesting that this could be a possibility.

"Or.." He said, looking into my eyes.

"Or what?"

"Or," He began. "We could try out something new."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well," He started. "I do have something in mind, but it's a little risky and I might get in trouble for it."

This boy wanted to do something new and risky? He can count on me. "Okay, what is it?"

He lifted both of his hands and held them both in front of his face, like he was waving with two hands. He did that heart-melting, crooked, half smile of his. His eyes looked serious, yet gentle. He moved his hands farther away from his face, and closer to mine, so that each of his hands were locked on my cheeks and pulled himself closer. Then, he slowly lowered his head and placed his lips on mine. My head was spinning and my heart was booming so intensly Eli probably could have felt it. I closed my eyes and kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands were feeling my back, and we continued to kiss. Just when I started really getting into the kiss, he pulled away. I desperately wanted to continue this kiss, and was so angry that it had stopped. My eyebrows smushed together and my jaw fell. He laughed at my face, and I realized that I shouldn't be angry, but I should be extremely overjoyed that we had kissed. This time, it wasn't for an English project. This wasn't Romeo and Juliette that had kissed. It was Eli and Clare.

"Like my idea?" He said, cockily.

"No way, disgusting." I said jokingly, and laughed again.

"Ouch!"

I locked my arms around his neck, and we started to kiss again.