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Quil's POV

For a whole forty-five minutes we were lectured by Coach McGee, on basically everything for rules to class grading. Coach McGee was a tall man with dark brown hair, and a small round stomach that looked like a slight beer belly but you could defiantly tell it was muscle, not fat. He had a mean scowl on his face most of the time. Not one student dared to talk while he was giving his speech. One thing everybody knew form rumors and stories from his former students is that you DON'T want to piss him off unless you want to be dead meat. I heard that he also, gossips about students to others. I think that's totally unprofessional, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He'd probably kill me, or something along the lines of that.. Through out the whole class I couldn't keep my mind from wondering back to what Bella was going to tell me. All the different possibilities of what she had to say ran through my head for the whole class. My body jumped up from the hard cold gym floor as soon as the bell rang. I held out my hand to Bella to help her up. She grabbed my hand and a exhilarated rush of electricity went over my body. I quickly let go of her hand feeling this and she dropped to the floor. She hit the ground with a thud, and I flinched back.

"Ouch Shit! Quil what the hell that fucking hurt." Her words echoed around the gymnasium and bounced off the walls.

" I…" I started but was cut off.

"Did you just use profanities and obstinacies in my gym, young lady?" Coach asked.

"Yes sir." Isabella replied sweetly and ashamed looking at the ground, still on the floor.

"Why did you such words? Young ladies are not supposed to use that kind of language. It makes them look ugly, on the inside I mean of course." He lectured.

"Well, Quil was trying to help me up, put I guess my hand slipped and I fell onto the ground, and got hurt sir. And I'm sorry Coach McGee, I know it not very nice or polite I won't let it happen again and I'm truly sorry." She always knew how to talk all sweet and innocent to adults. Every time she got in trouble or wanted something she just had to bat her eyelashes, act innocently cute, and use that unbearably adorable puppy dog face, and Snap she got what she wanted. I was so totally jealous of her gift. I tried it out on my mom once, yeah not even close. Apparently it only works for girls, not guys.

"Okay, just be sure you don't slip up and let it happen again. Have a good day Isabella." Bella just nodded and waved to the teacher as we walked out of the gym.

"Yes sir." I mimicked her trying to use my best Bella impression.

"Shut up." She punched me in the arm as we walked down the long hallway full of silver, red, and black tiles on the wall and floor beneath us.

"Geeze that hurt," my voice was full of façade hurt, "I'm so sorry sir I won't let it happen again." I went back to mocking her.

"Next time it will, if you don't keep your mouth shut. And if you ever drop me again. " She threatened in a serious tone, but then burst out laughing, for what reason, I have no clue as to why.

"Um… You didn't hit your head when I accidentally dropped you, did you?" I was very puzzled.

"No. I just remembered something Sara told me earlier." Giggles were still escaping her mouth as she talked. She sounded so cute when she giggled. Sigh.

"So what were you going to tell me earlier when the bell rang?" I asked, no longer able to be patient. She quickly sobered and stopped walking.

"Well?" I drew out the word.

"I wanted to tell you… I just had to say… I-er..uhh. Hmm…" Bella was NEVER flustered. This can't be good. I watched her struggle over her words as she deeply blushed changing colors.

"IWantedToTellYouILikedYouToo AndIWantedToKnowIfYou'llGoOutWithMe." The words were so rushed that I could not tell what a single word that had come from her mouth was.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly.

"Will you be my boyfriend, oh and I like you too." This time she said the words really really slow. I blinked a couple times. Did I just hear her correctly? It's probably just a joke. But Bella wouldn't do something as shallow as that, but my mind still couldn't keep from thinking it. A long time ago a girl named Ami asked me out in third grade. Ami, was the type of girl that was in gymnastics and was considered a 'popular girl.' Well she asked me out knowing I thought she was the prettiest girl in the class. We dated for a couple of hours before she dumped me and told me that she was dared to date me for two days, but she couldn't keep on dating me due to my horrible personality and lack of looks.

"Yeah." I waited for her to say just kidding or something on the lines of that, but she didn't. She just took my hand in hers and held it as we made our way to our houses. Swiftly she put her hand in mine.

"So, what were you laughing bout earlier?"

"It's just an inside joke Sara and I have."

"Oh, ok." I let it go not wanting to know anymore. If their inside joke was like their usual ones then it's probably dirty minded and sometimes gross. The last time I listened in on one of their inside jokes I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. As we would walked around the school they would have random outbursts. I usually just hung my head as they would yell at people. One time all I got out of their conversation was the words; Dicksock, Vagina, and something about cutting a guys penis off because he pissed them off somehow. But when they would see a guy they liked they would yell out compliments to the. For instance theirs this kid Brian Harvey, that they swear up and down that he looks like an angel, so they yell out "Angelic kid, your beautiful." The poor kid would blush and walk on by. Another guy who had to endure the girls compliments is David Avoid. They would talk non-stop about his beautiful voice as we sat in the courtyard as he sang and played his guitar, shirtless I might add. One time in sixth grad Sara, Bella, and I were walking to class and he was walking behind us to class playing his guitar and singing in the hallways. The two girls sighed and walked dreamily and I just rolled my eyes at the looks on their faces. I have never really understood girls, but when those two were together they completely baffled me. Anywho, we were just around a block from our houses when Bella stopped.

"I think we should stop holding hands for the rest of the way." She said and my face dropped.

"Only because I don't want our parents to know, yet. They would make things uber awkward, and they wouldn't let us spend the night with each other if they knew." She continued once she saw that my face fell.

"Okay." I completely agreed with her. Even though pulling my hand from hers was the last thing I wanted to do, I had to. Our parents Would make things very wired for us. And they would get the assumption up that we were going to do It if we ask to have our usual sleepover together and they knew we were dating. We walked with our hands at our sides. My hands felt completely empty without hers in mine, so I slyly walked a little closer to her. I didn't take the empty feeling away, but it helped A little. It was barley three 'o clock when we reached our houses, which are exactly next to each other, we stood their for a couple seconds in complete silence. Bella was staring into my eyes as she moved closer as if she was goin' to kiss me. Both of our lips were about to touch when a church bell in the distance went off, like it does every hour on the hour. We both jumped back and Bella blushed deeply. She ran up her pathway to her house and ran inside leaving me alone, stand there like an idiot. I could still feel her lips almost on mine and her skittle breath against my skin. She's always poppin' skittles in her mouth. The cool strawberry scent of her shampoo that she uses for her hair still lingered in the air. Even when I'm not in school a stupid bell manages to interrupt me. Damn bells!!!!

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