"I believe I owe you a dance." Tobias smiled warmly, holding his hand out. Sophia smiled in return and took his hand. She was aware that many girls were glaring at her, but she didn't care right now. She was too busy dancing with Tobias. His hand was on the uninjured side of her waist and he held her hand calmly.

"I still don't know how to dance."

"Me neither. Uh… freestyle?" Sophia laughed.

"People see freestyle as street or break dancing."

"That'd be so cool."

"I am not going to do that."

"Can you?"

"No."

"We should find out how."

"On your own." Tobias stuck his bottom lip up childishly. "You child."

They half-danced, half-swayed for another ten minutes before they agreed on going outside to get some fresh air. It was very stuffy in the school hall and the cool night air was bliss.

Sophia glanced down at their joined hands before looking up at him. She was silently pleased to find his eyes already on her. "Thank-you. For earlier."

"It was nothing." Tobias waved it off.

"I seem to owe you so much. Or you have the habit of getting me out of trouble with guys."

"Let's go with both, OK?"

"OK." She smiled. "It was something. You got rid of Bruce for me."

"You should have told me about him earlier."

"I-I couldn't. He didn't know about you until earlier and he didn't like you. He said something along the lines of, uh, 'what's he doing butting in on my girl's life'." Sophia pulled a face, hugging herself. Tobias wrapped her in his arms.

"He's gone now. You could be… someone else's girl." She looked up at him.

"That'd be nice." Tobias held her gaze. There was something in his eyes, but she couldn't tell what. Hesitation? Wariness? What? What could Tobias Jackson possibly be thinking?

"Soph…" He started, his voice husky and quiet.

"Tobias…" She replied. He smiled, but it fell a second later.

"Uh… will… um…" He rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly.

"Want some help?" He looked at her quizzically, but didn't get to answer when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

Tobias got over his initial shock and held her closer. Now he understood why Max had called him senile for never having a girlfriend before. Kissing Sophia was so… amazing, it was difficult to put into words.

They pulled apart and he rested his forehead against hers. "You're pretty good." She smirked.

"Thanks." He kissed her this time, soft and lingering. "You're not too bad yourself."

"Bloody cheek."