Bella's POV

I walked out of class, ran my fingers through my hair and sighed, Jesus would he ever shut up!

"Hey Bella!" Mike Newton called after me, damn it he was right on my tail! I turned the corner off the hall and hurried down it. I slid between students, ducked under two men carrying a desk and even started to run.

"Bella!" he called after me. I ran straight around and came to an abrupt halt. There were several wet floor signs and men with mops, someone had flooded the bathroom and students weren't allowed down this corridor.

Aw shit.

I turned; maybe I could slip by him unnoticed.

"Bella!" Mike gasped, grabbing my arm.

Nope.

I started at Mike, utter hate burned on the surface of eyes but I took a breath and smiled.

"Oh hey, Mike. Didn't see you there." I said, starting to walk away. I gave up, no point trying to run.

"Really? I- I Uh shouted pretty loud."

"Nope, didn't hear you. Deaf as a bat." I said, walking slowly back down the hall.

"Isn't it blind as a bat?" He said, barging past people to keep up with me.

"That too." I said, trying to speed up.

"B-Bella?" He asked, "Could we talk? In private I mean? I have something I need to say."

"I'm kind of busy now, okay, Mike." I told him.

"Please, it'll take two minutes." he said. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't listen so I gritted my teeth, turned and I yanked him to the side, into the entrance of a classroom out of the crowded hall, and I closed the door.

"Yes, mike?" I asked. Suddenly he took a step forward and he grabbed me. His right hand found I and it caressed my waist, his left hand came up softly and landed on my cheek, it was warm and soft as he cupped my cheek in his hand, all this time he was being gentle yet he still forced me back up against the wall.

"Mike!" I gasped but I couldn't finish because then his lips met mine. At first panic, confusion and anger was all I felt, his lips moulded around mine, he was kissing me!

The litte-

But then I was kissing him.

What was I doing?

I found that while his body, firm against mine pushed me against the wall and his hands on my face and my body, and I didn't cringe at the touch. If anything it felt nice, warm. I urged for the comfort of his touch, any touch. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and played with my own. My hands came up, wrapping around his neck, and I leaned into him.

My phone beeped twice and my eyes snapped open.

He pulled back and I realised what the hell was happening.

"Mike!" I yelled, before I slapped him across the face.