A/N: Just so you know, I'll be doing each chapter in a different POV ^^

"You honestly need to ask that?" He let out a breath of amusment, as it tickled my cheeks. It smelt like mint. "I wanted to ask you out on a date."

I blinked in surprise then offered him a sweet smile, my cool demeanor returning. "Sure, I'll go on a date with you, Kaze."

"Cool, I'll pick you up tonight at eight."

"Where will we be going?"

He smirked and leaned back from the wall, moving his hands. I relaxed slightly. I hated being crowed.

"A place. Don't worry, you'll like it. If you don't trust me, I'll bring my sister with," he raised a brow.

"No, no, that's not necessary, it's fine," I said coolly, smoothly, and smiled at him, lifting my backpack over my shoulder and blowing some bangs from my eyes. I slinked past him and danced a step away. Smiling easily at him, I winked. "See you later," I said in a flirtateous voice, turning on my heel and heading down the hall, in the direction of the girls bathroom, my hips swaying slightly.

Outside, I was all cool and calm. On the inside, I was screaming, YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! over and over and over again.

I walked into the bathroom and made a boo-yah sign, then pumped a fist in the air, giggling. I thought one, final yes before looking in the mirror and taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before pulling out my make-up bag and leaning in, beginning to fix my mascara.

D.C. I don't own DOM

SYDNEY POV

I raised a brow as my necklace began to thrum, before my eyes widened. "Oh ..." I quickly looked up, glancing around the hallway. The only girls near me were Alania, a senior girl, who couldn't possibly be it, and this one Freshy that looked sort of ... Gothic. "Hm ..." I looked her up and down and, stepping away from Alania and closer to the girl, my necklace began to go crazy, vibrating like mad against my chest. I peered at her and, without realizing it, was practically breathing down her neck as she whipped around, her long, black ponytail slapping across my face.

I stepped back quickly, glaring at the girl. "What'd'ya do that for?" I snapped out, rubbing at the red marks appearing under my nose as I sneezed.

"I wouldn't have turned around so quickly if you hadn't been breathing down my neck!" She glared at me, her hands moving to her hips, and stuck her tongue out. A flash glinted off something on it, and I glanced at it to see that it was pierced with a rainbow-like circle. She pulled her tongue back in and crossed her arms, looking up at me with a surperior look, as though she were used to being in charge. She was so short. I stifled a laugh.

"Well, I was wondering ... D'you wanna hang out sometime?" I tilted my head innocently at her.

She raised a brow. "Sorry, I don't roll that way," she replied, turning as though to leave, but I whisked around her, standing in front of her.

"Not like that, just as friends. I wanna get to know you is all, y'know?" I shrugged and waited for a reply.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. "What the hell, okay," she rolled her dark, hazel green eyes. "Tonight, my house, eight oclock." She handed me a piece of paper she pulled from the pocket of her navy-blue jeans, and I took it, glancing at it to see a number and an address below the name of Hazel Kay Baize.

I nodded. "Be there right at eight, on the dot," I winked at her and stepped back, tucking the paper in my pocket. "Catch you later?"

"Sure, see ya'," she said, as she turned, waving slightly, her wavy black ponytail bouncing slightly as it ended at her waist. She was actually quite stunning, in a non-lesbian kind of way, gorgeous, actually. Too bad she was Goth-like.

Shrugging, I turned, pulling out my cell phone. I lifted it to my ear as it began to rang, and rapidly spoke into it to jimena. "Found the second one. Meeting up with her tonight, her house. 701 NW ..."

I shut my phone after speaking with Jimena and tucked it in my pocket. I glanced around and my eyes fell on one person in particular. Greg ... I thought and smiled a little, blushing a light pink. My boyfriend for eight months now. I felt a thrill fill my stomach. I love him so much.

He looked up from the guy he was talking to, and those beautiful blue eyes, the color of Lake Michigan, the most clear, blue water I'd ever seen, fell on me, and his perfect lips pulled back in a smile. He pushed away from the locker and strolled over to me, his brown hair a mess on his head. So cute. I squealed inside my head as I looked up at him, smiling brightly.

"Hey Syd ..."

I smiled more. "Hi Geff ..." I mumbled, blushing slightly under his heated gaze.

He put a hand over my shoulder against the locker and leaned in, his lips brushing mine. "How've you been?"

I started playing with the collar of his shirt, my fingers plucking at it. "I've been good ..."

"That's good ..." His breath tickled my cheek as he trailed his lips over it. I stifled a giggle and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He peered at me from the corner of his eyes. "We still on for tonight?"

I nodded quickly. "'Course we are!"

He smiled. "Good," he mumbled, kissing me gently. I tightened my arms around his neck and he lifted a hand, brushing my hair back from my neck by sliding his hand around it.

We stood there for a moment, savoring the kiss, before releasing each other. I pursed my lips slightly, looking at him through my lashes.

"Don't worry, we'll have more tonight," he chuckled, stroking my cheek.

I leaned my face into his hand and he smiled softly at me. "I love you, Sydney."

I smiled gently at him. "I love you more, Geff ... Now and forever."

"And into eternity," he whispered, kissing my forehead then stepping back and looking at his watch. "I gotta get to practice. I'll see you after?"

"Of course. I'll be there five oclock, on the spot," I smiled at him.

"Good." He lifted my hand and kissed it. "Until then, Sydney," he said as he lowered my hand and turned, walking down the hall in the direction of the boys locker room. I stared after him, smiling, my eyes sparkling, before I turned and headed in the opposite direction, towards the Sophmore lockers. Once I reached mine, I tossed a few things in my messenger bag, then slammed it shut, heading down the hall towards the doors. Walking from them, I paused, and took a deep breath. Summer break is almost here ... It smells so sweet and nice out here ... I can't wait!