Author's Notes: Hey all! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack. Anyway, this is the long awaited update of When Lighting Strikes. Chapter Eight, to be exact, but I'm sure you all know that already. Anyway, I did actually finish this earlier, but wasn't able to sign in until today.
Thanks as always for your great reviews. I really enjoy getting feedback, whether praise or constructive criticism. With that said, Onto Chapter Eight:

Making a Break For It

After we threw our trash away, Matt grabbed me, gave me a quick kiss and released me. "See you later, then." He said, I thought, rather loudly. Giving me a wink, he headed off towards the cafeteria. With a shake of my head, I saddled my backpack and set of to the science building.

Walking quickly through the building, I looked around to make sure there was no teachers in the hall way. The last thing I needed right now was to get stopped and questioned about why I was here instead of out finishing my lunch. Luck must have still been on my side though, I thought as I pushed the doors, which lead to the back fields with the portables in them, open.

I quickly scanned the area for Matt and spotted him towards the right leaning against the building, between the portables and the library. About as private as we were going to get, though I doubted anyone could see us. With butterflies in my stomach, I gave him a smile and made my way over as I watched him watch me.

"Miss Dumas? I thought that was you." I heard a voice say behind me and bit back a groan, freezing in my tracks. 'So much for my great luck' I thought bitterly as I turned to face the voice that followed me out from the science building.

"Hey Mr. Z." I said with what I hoped was a convincing smile. My back was to Matt but I knew we were close enough so he could hear every word. 'Please' I prayed 'Don't say anything about what happened with Stacey.' That would be all I needed.

"And what, if I may ask, are you doing back here?" His eyes flickered behind me and I knew he was looking at Matt. There was no way he could tell if I was going towards him though. I was walking on the pavement that ran from the first portable, wound around the Science building and out into the courtyard. So it looked like I could just kept going, past Matt who was standing in the grass and to the left of the little sidewalk.

"Just trying to walk off my lunch before the bell rings." I answered smoothly. I resisted the urge to shove my hands in my pockets. That was, I remember from all of the Cop TV I watched, a sure sign that a person is nervous, though I wondered if he knew that.

"Really? Well, I've actually found it better to sit and let your body digest before engaging in any physically activates. Wouldn't want to give yourself a stomach ache, would you?" He looked smug for some reason, and his eyes flickered behind me twice more while he was talking.

"Huh, I didn't know that, but I'll definitely keep it in mind." I replied, really wanted to say something like, ok great, now leave. I've found authority figures don't really like when you say that kind of thing to them though, and really, who wouldn't get suspicious with a statement like that? So I just kept up with my smile.

"Now Amy. I hope you don't find this offensive, but you wouldn't be meeting someone back here, would you?" Ok, I think my hearts going to explode. How the hell did he know what I was up to? I hope he, at least, didn't know whom I was now dating or the fact that he was standing about ten feet behind me. "I mean, just this morning you promised you weren't going to get into anymore fights." He said looking stern.

I was so relieved that I laughed out loud. "Oh, no, no, no. I'm not starting fights Mr. Z, I promise. I just wanted to stretch my legs and collect my thoughts before class started. Honest." I said giving him a genuine smile in my relief.

He looked at me a moment longer, then nodded. "Well, I'll leave you to it, then. Remember, you can stop in anytime you need to talk." He said patting my shoulder before continuing walking.

"Mr. Hardy." He nodded at Matt who, I saw as I turned around, was sitting on the ground doing what looked like homework. Matt looked up at Mr. Z as if in surprise, enough though I'm sure he must have been listening avidly to our conversation.

"What's up, Mr. Zebrowski." Matt nodded back, then looked back to his work. I waited until he was out of sight before closing the distance between Matt and I.

"And what," he wanted to know, putting his folder away, "Was that all about?" He asked, half amused.

I shook my head, kneeling down so his legs were on either side of me, my hands on his raised knees. "It's a long story and we only have about," I paused to check my watch "Ten minutes left before the bell."

Without giving him time to reply, I leaned down and caught his lips with mine. His hands instantly came up to rest on my hips, steadying me as mine left his knees to rest on his shoulders. Oh man, this just gets better every time we do it.

We were kissing as slowly as our first kiss and his thumb, whether he realized it or not, was rubbing small circles on my sides where his hands rested, that were almost in sync with our kisses. Thus encouraged, I ran my hands to where his shirt opened to his neck and slipped them under, massaging his shoulders. Matt mumbled something against my lips and I pulled back, slightly breathless.

"What'd you say?" I asked, pulling my hands out of his shirt and running them up and down his chest.

"We never talk anymore." He said with a mock pout and I let out a bark of laughter before he latched his mouth onto my neck, hands roaming up and down my back. That shut me up pretty quick, I can tell you.

"Your right." I croaked out before clearing my throat and trying again. "Does Chris Irvine have a girlfriend?" I asked and he immediately pulled back. I had to bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at the expression on his face.

"Jericho? Why? You looking?" I pretended to think about it for half a moment before scrunching up my nose.

"Blondes were never really my type." I said with a shake of my head, reaching up to run my hand through his tied back hair. "Though I've always had a thing for guys with long hair." I grinned at him..

"Why did you want to know?" he asked again, looking more relaxed. I guess now that he knew I wasn't trying to hook up with someone else.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"I promise." He replied looking intrigued.

"Trish has had a crush on him since he first moved here." I told him, feeling a little bad, but it's not like she swore me to secrecy. Probably because she knew I had no one to tell, but still; this was all for the best. Matt's response to this news was to let out a whoop of laughter.

"Trish Stratus has a thing for Jericho?" He asked, incredulous.

"Geez Matt, tell the whole world why don't you." I said looking around.

"Ah calm down. No one's around." He replied, slipping his hands a little under my T-shirt to rest on my lower back. He was watching my reaction closely, so I gave him an encouraging smile and leaned down to resume our kisses.

We had only been kissing for a little bit when the bell rang. We both groaned, breaking apart and trying to catch our breath. I really hate school. We stood up quickly as kids filled out of the portables on their way to lunch.

"Well. I guess we should go to class." Matt said, looking down at me.

"Humph. Guess so." I replied straightening out my shirt.

"Unless..." he trailed off, shaking his head.

"Unless what?" I asked, curious.

"Nothing, forget it." He answered quickly.

"Unless what?" I repeated.

"I was just going to say, unless… you know… you just want to, uh, skip the rest of the day and go hang out. But I know you wouldn't want to, so let's just go." He said it so quickly I just stood there for a minute trying to figure out what he said.

"Matt, do you know what that's going to look like? Both of us disappearing after lunch, not showing up for anymore classes for the rest of the day? I'm totally game, of course, I'm just worried about your virtue." I teased, throwing his words back at him with a smile.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I said forget it." Matt, to my great amusement, was actually blushing. I rolled my eyes at him taking me seriously.

"No, it's a great idea. Let's go watch a movie at my house. You think anyone will stop us?" I grabbed his hand before he could change his mind and started leading him towards the student parking lot.

"You...you sure? I mean, really sure? Because, I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. Like you had to or something." He said.

"Matt," I laughed, still tugging him along "You obviously don't know me very well if you think I would do anything I didn't want to." The second bell just rang, meaning everyone should be either in class or at lunch by now.

"I know that. I just thought, I don't know, because it was me, you might feel pressured or something." He replied and tugged my hand to get me to slow down. "And don't look like your in such a hurry. Act like your supposed to be here." He added as we joined the crowd of seniors who were the only ones aloud to leave campus for lunch. He let go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder as we made our way through the cars towards his cycle.

"I know you'd never pressure me to do anything I didn't want to, Matt." I slid my arm underneath his leather jacket to wrap it around his waist and he grinned down at me.

"So, movie at your place?" he asked as we climbed onto his bike.

"Movie at my place" I nodded and we took off.

Authors Notes Cont: Well, That's all folks. For this chapter anyway. Loved it? Hated it? Don't know where you stand in life? Drop me a line and let me know. Dying to see Amy and Matt (or any other characters for that matter) in some situation? Le me know that too. The only warning I give for that is I have the next four or five chapters planned out and I might not be able to slip it in. But if you don't get upset if I'm not able to use your suggestions, let me know what they are. And if you do get upset if I'm not able to use them, let me know anyway and just don't take offence :)

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I ramble and I know it. Look for Chapter Nine, Movie at My Place coming to a experience near you. I know, I know, enough with the clichés already, right? I can't promise anything but to try. Now get out of here, the shows over. :)