I'm SOOO sorry that I haven't updated in a while! I've just been SUPER busy! Well, here's another chapter! Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

I pull away, blushing ferociously. What did I just do? Crap!

"I-I'm sorry, w-we shouldn't have done that," I stutter. "C-can we please just forget about it?"

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I kissed you, it was a mistake."

My heart drops. I don't know why. I guess I wanted my first kiss to be with someone who had feelings for me, I guess somewhere deep down I thought maybe,just maybe, Romeo liked me in that way. God, I'm an idiot.

"Oh," I whisper.

I scramble to my feet, wiping hot, wet tears away, just as the bell rings. I risk taking a glance behind me and see Romeo staring at me, his eyes full of sadness. I rush back to homeroom and grab my stuff. I head to my first period class, Language Arts with Ms. Kelly. I scan brains, trying to make out where it could be, but most peoples minds are all over the place and a lot of people are thinking unftottering things about me. I consider trying o find Romeo, but decide against it. I standthe middle of the hall, lost. Then, a girl with midnight black skin, dark brown hair in little braids all over her head and chocolate colored eyes comes up and introduces herself as Kora.

"I'm," I start out.

"Melodia, I know. Gossip travels fast around here. You look lost, what class do you have?" Kora asks.

"Language Arts with Ms. Kelly."

"Me too! Why don't I show you where it is?" she smiles. I follow her. I read her mind, sure she has some ulterior motive, but she seems genuine.

"You moved from America, right?" I nod. "Cool! So what brought you here?"

"My, uh, gaurdian was murdered and she was very close friends with th Bents, so I live with them now," I tell her. It still hurts to say that, but Precious says talking about it will help me get through.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she says awkwardly.

"It's fine. It was about 5 months ago."

We walk in an awkward silence the rest of the way to class.

"Well here we are, where do you want to sit?"

I look around the room. There's a window. I could easily get out incase of an attack, but if I got mad and broke a window, again, I could get really hurt. I look over at the other side of the room and see, guess who. If you picked Ke$ha, Finnick Odair, or Spongebob, you are sadly mistaken. The correct answer is Romeo friggin Bent. Great. As if my day could get any better. He looks up at me blushes, gives me a small smile, then looks away, awkwardly. I decide to take my chances with the window. The teacher comes in and starts droning on about crap that will never apply to my life. How could a simile kill a Mog?

I stare at a tile above her head and pretend to be listening. I think about me and Romeo's kiss. I know I felt something, but he obviously didn't.

It was a mistake. His words buzz around in my head. He made it clear that doesn't like me in that way. We can still be friends I guess. Yeah, we can still be friends. One microscopic kiss doesn't have to change that. I'll talk to him after class. I'm so tempted to read his thoughts and see what he thought of the kiss, but I try not to invade people's personal feelings. Its hard, but I do it. I'll talk to him after class and maybe- I'm snapped out of my thoughts by something odd. Sirens blaring throughout the school.