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God why do I feel like this chapter isn't good enough now...

We stood in the office, leaning against the cabinets, whilst Mike paced the room, lecturing us about some shit nobody was listening to. Rick stood quite a distance from me and Liam, sending us hateful glares at every opportunity.

"Is this the kind of example you should be setting for the other kids?" Mike shouted, "fighting?"

I looked at Liam's dulled expression and shook my head, "it wasn't just fighting," Rick snapped, glaring angrily in Liam's direction.

"School, now!" Mike snapped, shooing us out the door. I sat next to Liam on the mini-bus and Rick sat with Elektra a few rows back.

"Oh, well," Liam whispered in my ear, "shit 'appens eh?"

I grinned at him, "about last night," I began, my expression changing into one more serious.

"Yeah, it really did 'appen," he grinned, "and it will 'appen again," I laughed, secretly praying he was a hundred percent serious.

"I'll look forward to that," I added, grinning at him as we walked to class.

After an extremely boring history lesson, we sat sprawled out in the shade, my eyes scanned over the field. Past the sports fields, past the bullies' corner, past the chess club, past the bitch hangout and across to the 'Couple's Corner', the top place for students here to loose their virginity. My eyes quickly browsed over the snogging and nudity, until they catch sight of a familiar face, brown hair with blue streaks, passionately snogging a brown haired boy - are you fucking kidding me?

I tapped Liam on the shoulder and pointed, "is that Elektra and Rick?"

His eyes widened in shock, leaving a comical expression on his face, "Wha' the fuck? 'oly crap, where's my phone," he exclaimed and retrieved his Blackberry (the phone not the fruit, obviously) from his back pocket.

He tapped the camera button and zoomed in on them, "this, is revenge," he said, smirking as pressed the capture button and sent it to everyone on his contacts list - excluding them of course.

"I suggest we get the fuck out of here, before someone points it on us," I suggested and Liam nodded and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the other side of school.

We stood against the art block, panting and laughing together, "revenge is great, huh?" I said, grinning at my partner in crime.

"Let me show you somethin' better," he said grinning and pressed his lips against mine - much more passionately than before. His tongue slithered into my mouth and began exploring, I followed his lead. My tongue traversed his mouth, as he slowly lowered his hands from around my shoulders, gently caressing my back - boy he knew how to snog!

His hands rested just above my bottom, I guessed he was unsure whether to carry on or not, I moved my hands down his back signalling that it was okay to continue.

His hands soon tired of my bottom and moved down to the tops of my thighs and I followed suit - nothing else mattered in the world. It was just me and him. He caressed my thighs, moving his hands very carefully to prevent me from feeling uncomfortable. Gently he retreated and whispered in my ear, "someone's coming," I removed my hands and casually leaned against the wall beside him as the the footsteps drew nearer.

Mrs C walked past, scrutinising us with her vulture eyes, then looked away sighing loudly (mostly likely because she couldn't give us detention). Once she had disappeared into the art block, we burst into a fit of giggles as we ran off to maths.

We took our usual window seats at the back of the classroom and began to watch Year Seven have hockey outside.

"Have you seen him in the yellow shirt?" I whispered to Liam, pointing at a particularly dumb looking boy who was forever losing the ball.

"Stop talking!" Mr Nickelson roared and I jumped, fixing my eyes to the front in a zombie like fashion, "Kate Clarke, Phoebe Shaw," relief flooded my body when I realised he wasn't talking to me and I turned to Liam smirking with glee.

The remainder of the day was rather uneventful, or at least until the last minute when we remembered we had detention. We walked to Mrs C's room hand in hand - no bitchy teacher would stop me being happy.

We walked in to face a fuming teacher, "late again!" She snapped and pointed to a chair at the far right, "O'Donovan," then gestured to another at the opposite end of the classroom, "Samson."

After half an hour of torture, we were finally released with lovely thought of having to repeat it tomorrow.

At least I had someone to walk home with, "Liam," I began, catching his attention, "are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?" I asked, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you think I just snog random girls?" he asked, faking being offended.

"You never know you might be Liam the slut," I replied grinning broadly at my boyfriend.