I looked around. I was sure that I had heard someone crying.

"Hello?" I called "Is anyone there?"

The crier tried to muffle their sobs.

"I can hear you." I said.

"Fine. I'm over here." sniffed a voice. A girl's voice. I grinned to myself-I would be more than happy to comfort the heartbroken lady.

I walked over to where the voice had come from. I gasped in surprise.

"Bailey?!?!" I exclaimed in amazement

"Zack? What're you doing here? It's after curfew!" said Bailey.

"Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, is it really any surprise to you that I'm out after curfew?" I asked. I was amazed that she thought I would be in bed at this time of night.

"Actually, you're right. You're always out after curfew." said Bailey. I nodded.

"So, what're you doing here?" I asked "You're never out here after curfew."

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Well...um...I don't really want to talk about it." Bailey snuffled.

"Come on, Bails, It's me. You can tell me anything." I whispered, leaning forwards.

"Alright, then. It's Cody." she snivelled.

"What could my annoying brother have done that upsets you this much?" I asked curiously.

"He...he...he...he broke up with me." sobbed Bailey, breaking into a new bout of tears. I gasped-I certainly hadn't expected that.

"Wow, he's not as clever as he makes out!" I exclaimed.

"Huh?" she said, completely confused.

"If he was really clever, he wouldn't have broken up with you. I mean what idiot dumps a girl when she's pretty, brainy, funny, and did I mention pretty?" I said. I couldn't understand why I was feeling so angry towards Cody.

"You really think that, Zack?" asked Bailey in amazement.

"Well, yeah, and Cody's an idiot for breaking up with you." I said earnestly.

"Wow, Zack, I didn't know that you could be so...sensitive." Bailey smiled.

"Bails, I just want to let you know that I'm here for you." I whispered softly. I pushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. But for some reason, my hand didn't want to move away from her face.

I leant forwards; I felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss her. At around the same time, Bailey must have felt an impulse to kiss me too. Because as I leant forwards, so did she.

I kissed her, passionately and tenderly. No girl had ever been like this before.

Eventually, we stopped. I looked at Bailey and she looked at me...