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Originally I just wrote this for my best friends Lizzii and Bec (Who I forced to read the books and they got almost as addicted as me! Hehe.) so I had a few attachments like photo's and such. I'm going to create a facebook page and post all the pictures everything on there, like photo's that get sent via text in the story or outfits they wear, or tattoo's they have.. you know, that kind of stuff. I'll keep you posted!

P.S - It will be in Nora's POV unless otherwise specified.

Chapter 2:

Coach dismissed us early to get changed before lunch.
"So, where do we get food?" Scott asked.
"In the cafeteria?" I answered as if that were ridiculously obvious. Did their old school not have a cafeteria or something?
"I have to eat cafeteria food?" Scott made a gagging motion.
"We could always drive over to Enzo's." Vee suggested.
"Enzo's?" Scott asked."
"Yep. The Mexican place in town, the food's delicious." Vee explained. It was, Enzo's was a very frequent stop for Vee and I.
"Enzo's it is." Scott confirmed, he looked over to Patch who was walking beside me. "Take the Jeep?" Scott asked.
"We should probably find Dante and Rixon." Patch suggested.
"Yeah, I guess." Scott said as if they were an inconvenience. We had reached the change rooms now, Vee and I headed for the girls change room as Patch walked over to the guys. Oddly, Scott followed us.
"Where are you going?" Vee asked as we were about to step into the change rooms.
"With you?" He answered questioningly. His face was the embodiment of 'cheeky'.
"I don't think that's going to go down particularly well for you." I told Scott. I could see Coaches unimpressed face and he stalked through the glass doors to the gym.
"Excuse me, Mr Parnell." Coach said gruffly. And yet again, all the eyes of my fellow classmates landed on us. "I don't believe you have the right parts to be going into that change room."
"Don't I?" Scott replied innocently, then looked down to Vee. "Maybe someone should check." There were a few chuckles and giggles around us. Scott looked back upto the Coach who wore a seriously unimpressed glare. Scott raised his hands in surrender.
"I was kidding, Coach." He said backing away from Vee with a wink that implied a silent 'or am I?'. Vee seemed to be very seriously considering his offer to 'check'. Scott walked over to Patch and entered into the correct change room.

As Vee and I walked into the girls change room she didn't say a word, she just walked over to her bag and started untying her shoe laces. The grin on her face said more than her words could, it took very little intelligence or imagination to summarise her thoughts.

Marcie walked past us, knocking her shoulder harshly against mine as she did. There was no lack of room in here, we had obviously gotten on Marcie's nerves – oh, the sweet taste of vengeance.

After I had changed back into my tight grey jeans, white cami, white sleeveless blouse and black ballet flats I followed the ever smug Vee Sky out of the change rooms. Scott and Patch were leaning up against the wall opposite us. As soon as Patch's eyes met mine he grinned, checked his watch and held his hand out to Scott.
"Aw, com'mon. You girls couldn't have taken..." He checked his watch, "two more minutes?!" Scott groaned. He reached into pocked and slammed a twenty into patches palm grumpily. Patch chuckled, a sound that sent a wobbly feeling to my knee's.
"Did you bet on how long we'd take to get changed?" I asked.
"I shouldn't have." Scott said gruffly as Patch slid the bill into the pocket of his black levi's. Just then the bell rang signalling lunch.
"He's a sore loser," Patch commented kicking off the wall.
"Come on, Dante and Rixon are meeting us at the car's." Scott said huffing towards to the parking lot in front of us. Vee skipped to his side, I kid you not skipped. She whispered something to Scott he instantly straightened up and grinned down at her mischievously.
"That woman has magical powers." I said, to know one in particular, though it was patch who answered.
"I don't think she's having to try hard."
"It's been a long time since I knew Scott." I admitted, looking over to Patch. "He's not going to screw her over is he?" I asked.
"Scott's a pretty good guy, not the type to do that. Though I can't guarantee there won't be some form of 'screwing'" Patch chuckled.
"I wouldn't bet against that." I agreed.
"It's not very wise to bet against me." Patch agreed.

"It took a whole two hours for us to be replaced, did it?" Rixon asked.
"You can't compare to these tit's" Vee mentioned to her chest. "Or those legs." Motioning to me.
"They are some nice legs." Dante agree'd eyeing me. Suddenly his eyes snapped to Patch, rolling his eyes. I looked over my shoulder at Patch, glaring at Dante – it was like they were having a silent conversation.
"We should get going we only have an hour." Vee prompted.

I rode shotgun in Patch's black jeep while Scott and Vee did whatever they were doing in the back seat. I didn't really want to see it, I'm sure I'll hear about it. Rixon and Dante followed us in Rixon's Tahoe.
As Patch turned the key in the ignition Rise Against started blaring through the impressive speaker system. His hand flew to the volume dial to turn it down.
"Oi, I like that song." Scott protested. Patch looked over to me, silently asking for my opinion. I didn't respond, I simply reached over turning the sound back to a volume that had the car shaking.
"To the sound of a heart beat pounding away." I sang in sync to Re-education through labour, grinning as I looked over to Patch through my lashes in peripheral vision. Patch grinned catching the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth, he ruffled his hand though his hair before it landed on the steering wheel, his other hand grasping the gear shift, pushing the Jeep into gear and veering out of the car park.

The music was too loud to really have any kind of conversation, but there was guaranteed to be time for that at lunch. I kept my eyes away from the back seat, below the music I could faintly here Vee giggling. I let my eyes stray in Patch's direction; he had one hand on the steering wheel, elbow resting on the window frame. His other hand loosely grasped the gear shift. Every time he'd change gear the muscles in his arms tensed beneath his perfectly tanned skin. Even the most trivial things about him seemed to fascinate me.

I directed Patch to Enzo's, mainly using hand gestures or yelling over to music. I didn't mind, I liked Rise Against, I like most music really; almost anything from classical to metal.

Heading into Enzo's Vee and Scott lagged behind. Scott had his arm wrapped around Vee's shoulder as they continued their flirtatious chatter.

A waitress came over immediately.
"Welcome to Enzo's." She said, specifically to Dante. She had straight blonde hair, only looked a few years older than me. "Where would you like to sit?" She asked.
"Outside." Dante answered, devouring her with his eyes. For the whole ten minutes I had spent with Dante he seemed like a bit of a sleeze.

We followed the waitress out to the balcony where we sat at a table with three chair seated on either side. Vee squeezed in between Scott and I. Before the waitress could leave Dante asked her for directions to the restroom, she happily lead the way.

"So, where are you hiding all your single friends?" Rixon asked me with a pleasant smile. I have to admit I ate up the accent.
"Well," I looked over to Vee. "I think I've run out." I said
"That's a damn shame." He chuckled.
"How about you, legs. You single?" Rixon asked, cheekily. I'm not really sure why my eyes strayed to Patch, but they did.
"I guess so." I answered, unsure of how Rixon would interpret 'Yes'. Rixon was very good looking, but it wasn't him that refused to leave my mind.
"So, I heard you're in a band." I randomly stated, changing the topic.
"Word travels fast around your school now does it?" Rixon asked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"That's a terrible habit." I told him, "It'll kill you." Rixon's eyes slowly met mine and he chuckled.
"Sure, they will." He said, almost sarcastically. My wondering eyes found Patch matching Rixon's grin. Had I said something funny?
"So, what do you play?" Vee asked Scott.
"Bass," He informed her with a smile, "backup vocals on occasion." He added.
"What about you guys?" I asked Patch and Rixon.
"Lead guitarist." Rixon said with a smug smile.
"Lead vocals." Patch listed. "And Dante's on the drums." He added.
"Where is Dante?" I asked.
"Doing bad things to that innocent waitress, I'd bet." Patch stated casually like it was no big deal - and defiantly nothing new – as he analysed the menu.
"Charming." I stated sarcastically.

Ten minutes later we had placed our order and Vee and I had informed the boys about all the teachers and what they were like. It was only then that Dante decided to come back and join us; he came to the table and sat down without a word.
"Why did you guys come to Coldwater?" Vee asked.
"Scott chose to come back." Patch told us.
"And I'm fucking glad I did." He said with a smiling down at me then Vee.
"I'm not hating the choice so far." Dante said, sipping his water.
"'Course you're not. You were running out of women in Portland. Now you've got a whole new city to sleep you're way through." Rixon elbowed Dante jokingly in the side.

We didn't talk much while we ate. The food was delicious, and the relative silence showed it. It was ten to one when I finally checked the time.
"If we don't leave now, we'll be late." I said, standing. Everyone else followed suit.

When we got back to school I was saddened to find Neither Patch or Scott was in Vee and my American history class after lunch. Though we did have Rixon to accompany us. We showed Dante, Patch and Scott to their American history class just down the hall from ours.

When we walked into class, Rixon in tow, we got a lot of stares. Vee and I walked to our desks in the far back corner, Rixon took a seat in front of us.

Before class started three different girls came to give Rixon their numbers, swinging their hips, playing with their hair. Every time they did and then walked away he's ask us for a little intell into them. Being women, we had a lot to tell.
"You're like the best wingmen, you make the other girls jealous just by sitting with me, then spill everything I need to know." He said with a smile. Suddenly he spins out of his desk kneeling on one knew infront of us.
"Legs," He says looking at me, "Tit's-MaGee." He said turning to Vee. "Will you be my wingwomen?" He proposed. Vee and I both laughed.
"Why of course, Sir O'Riley." Vee said in a posh British accent. She looked down at her phone she was, not so subtly, hiding under the desk.
"Oh, I like that nickname. Lets keep that one." Rixon suggested, in reference to 'Sir O'Riley'.
"Scott says Patch is complaining that you have not utilised his mobile number yet." Vee told me.
"He's got a thing for redheads that one." Rixon said, finally sitting back at his desk, though he was twisted around to us.
"You mean me?" I asked Rixon. He arched one eyebrow and nodded as if it were obvious.
"I don't have red hair." I said defensively.
"Whatever you say, Legs." Were his parting words before he turned around to the front of the class, being called to attention by Mrs. Martin.

Looking at the now fading red numbers in the palm of my hand I typed them into my phone, saving them under 'Patch'.

I opened a new message simply typing 'Guess who' and hit send. I had just locked my phone when the reply popped up;
Patch - The boogie man?
I chuckled quietly, it wasn't really that funny, but the fact that I had a text from Patch made me feel a little giddy.
Nora - Guess again.
Patch – Cat woman.
Nora – Closer.
Patch – Is it now?.. Would I like to see you dressed in tight black leather?
Nora – Don't know, you tell me.
Patch – Well, Nora. I'd bet I would.
Nora – Never bet against you, hey?
Patch – It's not recommended ;)
As I was about to reply to his text my phone was snatched out of my hand. I looked up to see Mrs. Martin grasping my phone with a disappointed look on her face. Her eyes then skimmed over the screen. A moment later she spoke, the whole class was silent and looking at me.
"As interesting as your boyfriend's leather fetish and gambling problem are, I'd prefer you to listen to me please Ms Grey." She said triumphantly as she managed to bring a blood red blush of embarrassment to my face. Rixon burst out laughing in front of me.
"Something funny Mr..." She trailed off, not knowing his name yet.
"O'Riely" He answered.
"He prefers 'Sir'." Vee butt in with a chuckle.
"Sir O'Reily?" Mrs Martin asked questioningly.
"Yes?" He responded with a grin. Mrs Martin rolled her eyes.
"Phone away please Ms Grey."
Just then there was a knock on the classroom door, I saw Patch through the small window. He opened the door and stepped in.
"Hey, could we please borrow Rixon. We're needed in the front office." Patch said.
"And who might you be?" Mrs. Martian asked. Rixon stood slinging his backpack over one shoulder.
"That's the gambler with a leather fetish." Rixon chuckled, walking over to the door. It was impossible not to notice all the looks I was getting from the other students. A very large number of jealous glares or humorous shock.
"Oh, and we defiantly don't remember the way to the front office." Scott said, popping his head around the door frame. "I think we'll need Vee and Nora to show us." He said, sending a mischievous wink Vee's way, before sending a sincerely innocent look towards Mrs. Martin.
"Do any of you have a permission slip to be leaving class?" Mrs. Martin asked. Patch made a move from the door to Mrs Martin, handing her a green slip of paper.
"So, where do we stand on the tour guides?" Patch asked looking over to Vee and I.
"I don't think you really need two." Mrs Martin said.
"I do." Scott and Patch both said at the same time. Mrs Martian grunted in frustration.
"Fine, just get out and stop disturbing my class." She said waving her arm from Vee and I to the door. Vee was up before Mrs Martin had finished her sentence, she weaved through the desks and squeezed between the door and Scott, he grabbed her hips as she did, grinning down at her.
"I want you back in fifteen minutes." Mrs Martin demanded, as I slipped past her, walking with Patch to the door. Scott turned back to her.
"I might need more then fifteen minutes, chick."
"Do not call me chick and Vee, Nora and Rixon will be back in fifteen minutes." Mrs Martin said sternly.
"Could you deal with just Rixon and Nora?" Scott asked, at this point I'd made it over to them, I smacked him hard on the arm.
"Stop pushing your luck or you'll get us in trouble." Scott chuckled before turning out of the doorway and setting off down the hall.
"We'll be back in fifteen minutes." I said before exiting the class. Patch was still walking my way, he grinned and shook his head. "Maybe twenty." I corrected, Mrs Martin went to reply but Patch had already closed the door behind him.
I turned around to watch everyone walking away, and I just laughed. I had just gotten in trouble for texting in class, I never get in trouble. Vee and I, usually so unpopular we're unnoticed, now the envy of almost every girl at this school. It's kind of thrilling, completely crazy and so not like me, but I love it.

"What's so funny?" Patch asked, looking amused yet confused.
"Nothing." I chuckled as I started towards the others.
"So, gambler with a leather fetish?" Patch asked.
"Oh," I had forgotten he hadn't been there to understand where that came from. "Mrs Martin took my phone and read our conversation then said even though my boyfriends leather fetish and gambling problem are interesting, she'd prefer I listened to her." I blushed at the memory of my embarrassment, and little at the fact that I'd referred to Patch as my boyfriend, even if it was just imitating what Mrs Martin had said. He chuckled and smiled, nodding silently.
"Smoke break." Rixon called from where the others were walking ahead of us, he turned in the opposite direction to the office to head to the courtyard.
"Don't you guys have to go to the front office?" I asked. Patch chuckled.
"No." He answered simply.
"Where'd you get the excused absence slip from?" I asked.
"Well, Dante over there - charming as ever – told the lady at the front office that Coach had run out of them and sent him to pick up a stack. Now we have about twenty." Patch explained pulling several out of his jeans pocket. He counted two out and handed them in my direction. I just looked at them, not taking them.
"Don't want a get out of class free pass?" He asked.
"I don't really have a reason to get out of class." I explained.
"I could give you one if you'd like." He grinned mischievously down at me. I'm not sure what he was implying but it still heat my cheeks to a rosy crimson.

We stepped out into the court yard walking over to a spot where curious eyes from the classrooms couldn't see us. Rixon lit a cigarette and took a drag. Dante sat one bench and pulled out his phone.
"So what, you just decided to ditch class?" I asked.
"Uh..." Scott dragged out, looking around casually. "Yep." He said popping the 'p'.
"American history is nothing new." Rixon said casually, blowing out a puff of smoke.
"You don't say?" I said sarcastically.
"So, what are you two doing after school?" Scott asked.
"We have an English essay due Friday, we should probably start on..." I was cut off by Rixon's laughing.
"You're just as nerdy as you seem aren't you, Legs." Rixon chuckled.
"I can be fun!" I said defensivly.
"Oh, can you now?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow. He looked over to Vee.
"What do you say Tits MaGee?" Rixon asked Vee, Vee looked over to me.
"She's... fun." Vee said hesitantly.
"Now, I don't find that very convincing." Rixon coaxed.
"I can be fun." I huffed grumpily, stomping over to a bench and sitting down with my arms crossed. Throwing a tantrum like a two year old.
"She can be fun... when you convince her to leave the house or library." Vee added, digging me into a deeper whole.
"Not helping." I huffed. "Maybe I have fun on my own." I grumped. Suddenly the bench beside me sank. Patch sat elbows resting on his knee's, hands clasped loosely infront of him.
"Please do go on. I would love to hear about you having fun by yourself." Patch coaxed with a wicked grin. I rolled my eyes at him.
"So, I was thinking that you girls should come over this afternoon." Scott suggested. "Nora, if you really want to do homework I guess you can do that."
"Yeah, okay. I get it. I'm lame, I'm boring and I'm no fun." I said grumpily.
"You can be fun when you want to be. This one time at a party earlier this year Nora got really drunk and..." Vee started but I quickly cut her off.
"Vee." I said in a warning tone. I was not proud of that night.
"It was so funny though!" Vee said laughing. "She.."
"Seriously." I said in a warning tone.
"Well, driving a soaking wet, naked Nora home at one in the morning should say it all." Vee quipped quickly.
"Alright, time to go back to class."
"But I really want to hear this story." Patch countered.
"Vee, if you tell them about that I will tell them what happened at last year's Halloween party." I threatened. Vee's face went from joking to a blank serious expression in less than a second.
"Alright, you heard the girl. Time to get back to class." Vee said starting back towards the other side of the courtyard.
"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad..." Scott started. Vee totally ignored him.
"You two really have a way with the ladies." Dante chuckled.
"Patch has a puppy." Scott sing-songed. Vee and I stopped walk, looked over to each other, then simultaneously back at the boys.
"Puppy?" Vee asked.
"Little rottweiler."
"I mean, I guess we could come over for a little bit." Vee succumbed.
"I bet the Puppy will think I'm fun." I mumbled under my breath.
"Stop being so grumpy." Patch said, suddenly at my side. I didn't reply, I continued walking back to class.
"Did we hurt your feelings, Nora?" Scott joked.
"Want me to kiss them better?" Patch asked. My step faltered and I looked over at Patch. He raised his eyebrows, his mouth tipping up at the corners, that was a damn good offer – I'm pretty sure he wasn't serious though... was he?
"I'm fine, thanks." Did I really just pass up a possible offer to kiss Patch? No, he was being a smart ass... I must be in a really bad mood.
"If you change your mind, let me know." Patch offered.
"You'll be the first to know." I returned.
"So, where do you live?" Vee asked Scott.
"A sweet house on George Street." Scott answered.
"Who with?" She asked.
"This lot." He gestured to the other guys.
"You all live together?" I clarified.
"Yeah? Why get separate apartments, we spend all out time together any way."
"On George street? That's the nice part of town? How can you guys afford a house there?" I asked.
"Money from gigs, jobs, well placed bets." Patch admitted.
"We come from a bit of money too." Rixon added.

"I think we should have a party this weekend." Dante suggested.
"That sounds like a great idea." Rixon agreed.
"You suggested it, you clean it up." Scott informed Dante.
"And sex is purely restricted to your bedroom this time." Patch added.
"Where were you having sex last time?!" I asked shocked. I looked back at Dante and he grinned a devilish grin.
"In the kitchen." He admitted.
"That... actually doesn't surprise me." I concluded. That seemed like something Dante would do.
"Sometimes there just isn't time to make it to the bedroom." Dante defended.
"Well, lucky for you, the school is full of sluts." Vee commented.
"Feel free to point them out." Dante responded.
"I don't think you need my help getting laid." Vee retorted.
"I don't know if that's a compliment, but I'll take it as one." Dante chuckled.
"I really don't think any of you need help getting laid." I said mindlessly.
"Now that's a compliment." Rixon piped out. "These girls are the best wingwomen, aye. I think they should stick around."
"I'm all for that." Scott agreed.
"Maybe you'll be able to make me fun?" I said with mock enthusiasm.
"I bet I can." Patch claimed.
"Oh, shit just got real." Scott laughed. I turned to face Patch.
"You'd bet on it would you?" I asked.
"Yes, I'd give it..." Patch pondered, "a month."
"What would you bet?" I asked.
"My other car." He offered.
"You have two cars?" I asked shocked.
"And a motorbike." He said with a smug smile.
"What do you want if you win?" I asked.
"If I win?" Patch chuckled. "I want... a soaking wet, naked Nora." The demonic grin on his face sent a shiver of uncertainty down my spine.
"Deal." I said before I had time to think it through.
"You're getting cocky. I like that, Angel." He whispered.
"There is still a good possibility you'll lose... Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked.
"If I did?"
"I don't like it."
He grinned. "It stays. Angel."
We had reached our classroom now, Vee and Rixon were heading in and Scott and Dante were headed back to their classroom.
"So, it's a bet?" Patch asked.
"Yep." I responded casually. He grinned before he lent down to press his smooth lips to my cheek. It sent an electric current through my entire body that had me almost completely legless.
"Deal sealed with a kiss." He called out grinning while jogging backwards a few steps before winking and turning around, catching up to Scott and Dante.
I quickly hurried into the class where everyone was- yeah, you guessed it - staring at me. I blushed a violent beetroot and hurried to my chair.

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Please, read chapter three, going up very soon! - After I sort out that facebook page I was on about.

- Kayla.