Okay here I am again with another chapter. For the people who are still with me. YOU ARE AWSOME! Digital-cookies for everyone Fresh out of my imagery oven chocolate chip, YAY! (expect for Tim. You know what you did. {Jk. I don't even know a Tim} X) )

Okay, this next chapter is called Awkward. You'll find out. Believe me, as you're read, you'll be finding yourself saying "Awww…kawrd..."

Okay, I'm done. Here we go. Chapter 3. enjoy

3. Awkward

I woke the next morning, with a slightly light headache. Tuesdays are better than Mondays, but I still have to go to school. They're not as good as Fridays, but at least the worst day is over.

I got out of bed and did my morning routine. I didn't know what I was wearing, so I didn't take any clothes with me to the bathroom.

When I got out of the shower, I started to get dresses. I found something jeans, and a t-shirt that said 'if you don't like my attitude, stop talking to me'. As I pulled on the shirt I remembered what Alice said to me yesterday. Wear some thing cute, she says. I had no idea what that meant. Her idea of 'cute' and mine were so opposite, they might as well as been two different words.

But I knew one thing was for sure, she wouldn't think this is cute. She said herself that she hated this shirt. She says it's asking people to find reasons to find me annoying. I could her now as if she was in my ear 'Bella, I say something 'cute'. Do you know what the word means? Do I need to come over every morning to pick out your clothes for you? You need to go home and try that again'. I clinched at the thought. The only time she was mean is when she feels someone doesn't do what she asks.

I put on some tighter jeans and a light blue blouse to match. If she didn't like this, she was going to have to get over it. I wasn't changing again. I grabbed my mom's keys from the jeans I had on the day before, packed my book bag and went downstairs.

"Okay mom, I'm out." I called to her.

"Freeze." I heard her say as I put my hand on the knob. I did what she said. "turn around." I turned to see she was in the kitchen door way with a mug of coffee in her hand. She twirled her finger in a small circle, signing me to get a full spin.

Were we really doing this? Her look told me we were. I'm sixteen; I should be able to walk out the door without having to check with her. I sighed as I placed my bag on the floor and took off my opened jacket. I held it in my hand as I gave a quick spin.

"Cute." She approved. Thank you. Now I could go.

"Thanks." I responded, even through I didn't care. I just wanted to leave.

"Who are you trying to impress?" she asked as I put my jacket.

I gave a humored sound. "that's funny." I replied as I grabbed my bag. Her voice told me that the question was serious. I sighed. "No one. Alice has this 'feeling' that something will happen today."

"Okay." She laughed as if as she didn't believe me. I rolled my eyes.

"I gotta go." I told her as I turned to open the door again.

"Well, if you are trying to impress someone, you don't have to show anything you don't want to." Please stop, I begged in my head. I knew where she was going. I really didn't want to have the 'when you're ready' talk before school. People would see the embarrassment on my face all day.

"And when you are ready, you make sure you're safe." She continued

"Bye mom." I cut her off as I opened the door and walked out this time. I hit the button to unlock the doors and climbed in before the rain hit me too much.

As soon as I got in, I was happy. For some reason, I had no problem going to school. Maybe because I didn't have to be caution as I drove

When I pulled in the student parking lot, I didn't see Alice's car. I figured she was running late, again, so I walked in by myself. I went to my locker and was happy to find that Mike wasn't there. I hated I have to mean, but it got rid of him. Maybe today will be good one.

I was surprised when I still didn't see her. Usually, she's at my locker to freak my out by now. I looked at my phone to see I was a little early. I wasn't really use to that, but I guess that's was when you drive a car and not a piece of crap; you make up time. I didn't know where to go before class started so I went to class early. I need help on my homework anyways.

When I came in, he was at his desk doing something. "Good morning, Mr. Masen." I greeted him when I walked in. There's nothing wrong with greeting someone.

"Good morning Bella." He looked up and gave a polite smile. "You're here early." He said in confusion. He looked at his watch to see if he was right. Of course he was.

"Yeah, that's what happens when the car you're driving isn't useless." I joked. I put my things on my desk.

He laughed. I can't believe he actually laughed at that. He went back to whatever he was doing when I walked in "I like the shirt." My eyes popped open.

"You do?" I looked down to see what he found so appealing about it.

"Yes" he chuckled. He must have thought it was funny that I found the compliment so unbelievable. It wasn't the comment itself; it was the fact that he said it. Was he even allowed to say things like? Of course he was. Get a hold of yourself Bella. He was just being nice. "Is it new?" he continued writing whatever.

"Umm… no. I had I since eighth grade." It came out. Why did I say that? I'm sure he didn't care. He just asked a question, not for my life story.

"Well, it fits you nicely. Blue is your color." I'm glad he head was turned when he said that. My face turned five different shades of red when the words came out and hit my ears.

"Thanks, I guess." I said shyly. I bowed my head down; afraid he would look up and see me blushing.

I tried to gather my thoughts to remember why I was in here. The comment threw my off guard, so I was kind of lost. I looked on my desk and saw my unfinished homework. Then it clicks. That's right; I came to get help not to 'flirt' with him.

I called to him get his attention.

"What's up, Bella." he was looking at the computer on his desk now, but still not at me.

"Can you help me with last night's homework? I got kind of stuck." I got out when my nerves decided to come back.

"Sure… let me finish this…" he trailed off. He clicked one more thing before getting up. As he walked over to me, I sat down so we both wouldn't be standing.

"So what's the problem?" I pointed at it before reaching in my bag to get a pencil. "That's a hard one." I heard him comment. I sat back up to answer, but got stopped in my tracks.

When I looked on my desk, my paper wasn't on my desk anymore. I looked to see if he had it, but before my eyes never got to his hands. They decided they wanted to look at some more…interesting.

He's whole front side of his body was right on the side of me. My mind started to draft without my permission. It started to think about how he would look without clothes. Maybe in the shower, with water dipping down his…

Stop it. What's the matter with you, you idiot? Not only is he your teacher, but he's right next to you. Stop thinking that now right. Don't even finish the thought. Stop right now. I demanded myself. That was the only I could do so it would stop. If I didn't do anything, I don't know what would have happened and didn't want to know. Knowing my freaky mind, it wouldn't have been good.

I quickly turned my head and rested it on my hand so I could shield my vision on the side of my eye. I tightly crossed my legs so nothing too embarrassing would happen.

I heard him say my name in a concerned tone. I just hummed in response. That was all I could get out. "You okay?"

NO! NO, NO, NO! I am so not okay. I yelled in my head. He didn't need to know what was wrong with me. I nodded very quickly. Where the hell was that damn pixie when you need her? "Okay. Well you need to move your arm so you can see the problem." I reluctantly did what he asked. Lucky, he leaning on my chair now. I silently let out a relieved sigh.

He placed my paper back on my desk. He started to explain it. And I was listening, I really was; or at least I was trying to.

As he lean on my chair, a scent hit my nose. It had a wood/forest type of scent. But it didn't smell bad, not at all. It smelled so good. Whatever it was, it was drawing me in like someone was taunting me with my vice and was just out of my reach.

The more I smelled it, the more it started to remind me of something. I smelled this before and remember liking it then. It was cologne. If I wasn't mistaken, it was a certain kind. Axe, I think.

Where the hell was the smell coming from? Was it me, did I hug a boy this morning who was wearing it? I smelled my shirt. No, it wasn't me. Then I remember that I didn't hug anyone because the only boy I would ever hug without anything sexual was Jacob and he wasn't even at school yet.

But there was a guy right next to me. I begged that it wasn't him. I lean in to see if it was. That was a bad idea because the scent- was in fact- coming from him. As soon as I got a better point of it, I was once again drawn in. I founded myself leaning closer and closer into his personal space.

When I realized how close I've gotten, I quickly pulled away. I adjusted myself in the seat so I was as far away from him as possible. But, because the desk and chair was attached by a bar on the side, it wasn't very far.

I lean on the opposite of the desk, still trying to get away from the overpowering scent. That didn't do a bit of help. I lean my face into my hand, covering my nose and mouth.

"Do you get it now?" he asked. I had no idea what he just said. I was too busy trying not to rip off his clothes and attack him right here in this classroom. I looked at him for him to repeat it. "do you get it now?" he repeated. Not what I wanted to hear.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Masen, but I didn't understand a word you just said." I said honestly. I spoke with my hand muffling my mouth. I didn't want to take a risk in pulling it away.

He looked shocked. He probably thought he explained it wrong or something. "Okay…I explain it another way" he suggested

I shook my head. I couldn't take him being next to me. "It wasn't you. My head's hurting again. And no offense, but I think your cologne is making it worst." If I wasn't sure that anything I ever said in my life was lie, I knew what I just said was for sure. If anything was wrong with me, him being close to me with that scent pouring off of him, would help. But I have to tell it. If he wanted his job, he needed to get away from me.

"Oh sorry." He backed away from me quickly. I breathed my first fresh breath since I knew it was him taking control of my nose. "Sometimes people say I put on too much. I guess today's one of those days." He joked. I took a few deep breaths before answering. Holding my breath for that long was making me kind of dizzy and making my head hurt for real.

"It's not that." I tried to cover what I told him "it's just that when I get a headache, the smallest sound, light, even smell, could push it." I told him. He actually didn't have on too much. He had on the perfect amount which just made it worst.

"Okay. Do you need to go to the nurse to get something?" I shook my head. "You sure?" I nodded. "Rest your head. Class will start in about ten minutes, so get ready. You promised you will pay more attention today, remember." He winked at me. Did he really have to do that? I blushed so hard that would've mistaken my face for an apple as soon as he turned away.

I propped my elbows on my desk and covered my face in my hands. How was I going to get through today? I lightly shook my head in my hands.

"Hi Bella." I heard someone say a few minutes later.

"Please leave me alone." I said without looking up to see who I was talking to.

"She's not feeling well." I heard Mr. Masen explain. I would have to thank him for that later.

After the rest of the class piled in, class started.

It seemed like it took forever to end through.

I somehow made it through. Even with my eyes glued to notebook I was taking notes in, never meeting his eye contact, and keeping my head down as I answered questions he just had to ask me, I still don't know I made it; especially, with Alice never showing up.

I already had my things packed up five minutes before class was over. I didn't need any reason to stay in here longer than necessary.

Too bad he felt the need to stop me again. "Feeling better, Bella?" he said as I walked towards the door. I didn't stop completely this time. I just turned around and continued to go backwards.

I nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I just needed rest. I'll see you later." I turned back around to walk out the class. I purposely kept the conversion short.

Once I was close enough to my next class, I lean against the nearest set of locker. My legs gave out and caused me to slide down in a sitting position on the floor. I put my books next to me so I could burry my face in my hands.

I've never gotten that close before. Someone's always there to interrupt it. I never have to stop it on my own.

I really need to get this damn thing in check. It just turned September a few days ago. And I will have to be in his class for the next school year. If I don't get this thing in check now, something's bond to go terribly wrong.

"Need a hand?" I heard a peppy voice interrupting my thoughts.

There were two people I didn't feel like talking to right now. This better not be one of them. I slowly lifted my head to see a hand reached out to me. I glared at the black, spiky haired pixie who was offering it to me.

I got up without taking her help.

I moved my hair out of my face so she could see how irritated it was.

"Morning." She smiled. She saw my face and she was still happy. Unbelievable.

"Don't 'morning' me. Where the hell were you in first period, Alice?" I snapped.

"Whoa, sorry Grumpy." She bends down to pick up my books. "I just got here. I was at the doctor's office. I had an unbearable headache when we got off the phone last night."

That was a bull shit answer. "You couldn't have taken an Aleve or something?" I scratched my books out of her hand.

"I tried. Nothing worked." She explained. "Besides, I thought you would like the alone time with your favorite teacher." She joked, but I wasn't in the mood.

"Alice, just shut the hell up."

"Did I miss something?" she asked. She must've finally scented my annoyed mood.

I sighed. I really wasn't mad at her, just the fact that she wasn't there when I needed her. The bell for class rang. "I'm sorry. I'll tell you later." Even through, if she was here, she'd already know.

I turned to walk to class. "Cute top." She called behind me.

"Bite me, Alice." I called back. I heard her chuckle. she walked in the room a few seconds after I did.

XXX

After our last period, I grabbed my things. I didn't go outside to leave. I needed help. Since I couldn't concentrate this morning, I still didn't get the problem and we have more for tonight.

"Umm… where are you going? The parking lot is this way." Alice mocked when she saw me going in the opposite direction.

"I know. I need help on the math homework."

When she heard the subject, she grabbed the sleeve of my jacket. She pulled on it, causing me to stop and almost fall backwards.

"Alice, what the hell?" I demanded.

"Do I need to come with you?" I couldn't help but laugh. There was something in her voice told me she was 100% serious and I stopped. I told her what happen this morning in lunch, so I had a feeling she would be her guard.

I shook my head. "No, thank you." I tried to slip my arm out of her grip but she tightened it.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Yes. I think I can handle it." She slowly loosens up her grip. I slipped out when I was it was loose enough. "I'll be fine." I promised.

When I got in, there was another student in there. See, she had nothing to worry about.

"Okay, I think I get it now. Thanks, Mr. M." The student said then packed up. I just stood there when I realize he was leaving. "Bye Bella" he said as he passed by me.

This might be bad. No worries. If I make it fast, I'll be out of here in a matter of minutes.

"Hi Bella." Mr. Masen smiled politely at me. "You need help too?" he guessed. I nodded. He laughed as he shook his head. "You'll be the fourth person. Don't tell the other teachers you're not getting it; they'll take away my 'Good Teacher' card." He joked. I gave a light and nervous laugh.

"I gonna go get something from the office. Try to get started and I'll help you when I get back." He said as he started walking towards the door, which I was still standing in front of. I move to the side so he could get out.

I dropped my bag on the floor. I was so confused on what to do. If I leave, I still wouldn't know how to the work and I might have to ask again later, or I might never it get. But if I stayed, a repeat of what happen this morning might happen. I was going to have to take that change. I can't fall behind because I can't keep my damn hormones in order.

I grabbed my bag and walked over to his desk. There was already a single chair there, so I didn't need to get one.

I was about to sit down when I saw a picture on his desk. I never noticed it so I went to look at it.

I picked it up to get a better look. It was a picture of three kids laying on their stomachs in grass. There were two boys and a girl in the middle. They kind of looked like him, especially the little boy on the right. They all had brown eyes and bronze, somewhat curly hair. The girl's was a little blonder than the boys. They were cute kids.

These had to be his kids; they look too much like him for them not to be. Also, it wouldn't be on his desk.

I couldn't stop the wave of the feeling that came. I think it was jealous. I think it felt it because I came to the conclusion that if he has kids, he had to have a wife. I don't why I was jealous that he had one. Of course he did. A woman would be crazy to say no to him. Besides, it's not like he's mine or anything.

I started to feel a slight scent of relieve. If he has kids, he has a wife. That means there is absolutely no chance for us. This is good. I can go back to seeing as a teacher. This is so good. I smiled at the picture.

"What are you doing?" a voice startled me. I look to see that Mr. Masen was leaning against the door frame, smiling. "I told you get ready to do the problems." He joked.

I smiled back. "I know. But I thought going through your things would be more fun." I joked back.

"Hey, those are personal." He points the papers he had in his hand at me as he walked forward.

I laughed. "Yeah, that's why I'm looking at them." I told him, inferring the 'duh'.

He placed the paper on his desk and came towards me. "Give me that." He playfully demand then starched the picture of my hand.

I laughed at his reaction. "Are those your kids?" even through I was pretty sure of the answer, I felt the need to ask.

"No, I got this fame a few days ago and haven't taken out the picture that comes in it." Was he serious? I gave him a look that asked. He looked at me and laughed. "I'm just kidding." He told me. I figured he was. Who forgets to take the picture out when they get a new frame? "This is actually my brother, sister and I when we were kids."

"Which one's you?" he pointed to the little boy on the right, the one who I looked the most like him. He looked like the youngest. "That's you?" I asked in disbelief. He nodded. That's why he looked so much like him, it was him. I laughed.

He gave a look. He put the picture back where I got it from.

I stopped my laughing to talk again. "So you don't have any kids of your own?" another question I felt I had to asked. He shook his head. "Are you married?" I asked, even through I knew I had no right to ask. Again, he shook his head. Each time, he avoided my eyes. He looked at his desk like that was something interesting about it. I wonder if he was hiding something.

I wish I could have stopped the personal question because sooner later, he was going to say something I didn't what to hear. But out came another one. "Why not?"

That made him look at me with a quirked eyebrow and smirk. "I thought you had a question about the work, not my personal life." It seemed like he was avoiding my question.

"Oh yeah. Sorry" I remembered why I was here. He walked around to the other side of his desk to sit down. I sat in the chair that was by his desk.

"You sure you can sit there?" his voice was serious. I gave him a confused look. Of course I could. He was far enough. I wondered why he asked that. He saw my face. "Your headache." He answered it. I still wasn't sure what he meant. Then I remembered the lie I told him that morning.

I had to cover myself. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. I told you, I just was needed rest. I actually think its okay for you to be closer." I smiled. "I mean, so you can explain it better." I fixed myself once I realized how that sounded. If that wasn't flirting, it was pretty damn close.

He didn't seem to notice because he moved he's chair closer. I moved too. And we met in the middle. He explained the problems again. This time I paid attention. I don't know why I was so more forced. Maybe because he was just sitting next to me and not hovering, so his scent wasn't smuggling all my nerves. So that helped.

When I finally got it, I didn't leave. I didn't know why. You'll think that since I founded out he wasn't married with kids, I'd be uncomfortable around him again. But I wasn't. In fact, I wasn't having any problems with him being so close.

"That's wrong." I heard him say as I worked out something. I looked at him with a serious face. I saw that he's eyes were still on whatever he was working on. I rolled my eyes.

"And how would you know that if you're not even looking?"

He shrugged. "I'm just assuming" he looked up and gave a smile that showed all his teeth, saying that he was joking.

"LOL. Very funny." I said sarcastically. Well two, can play that game. "But, I do have a question." I said in a serious tone. He raised his eyebrows in response since he was looking back at paper. "You were so cute as a child, so umm… what happened?" I joked and partly lied. I was trying to hold in my laughs.

He dropped his pen then looked up at me with a smirk. He angled his chair toward me. "Oh you got jokes." I nodded. I bit my lip to hold in the laughs. "I'll give you that; that was pretty funny. But let's see if you think this is funny. You got a detention."

My smile slipped at the words. "ar- are you serious?" I shuddered out. I have never had a detention before and I didn't think my first one would be from him. His serious face told me answer. "Oh come on. It was just a joke. That is so unfair." I tried to plead my case.

I stopped when I was his face. It was his turn to try to hold in the laughs. He was messing with me again.

"That was so not funny." I urged. I gave his shoulder a light push. Once my hand touched his body, I realized how hard it was. I could tell he worked out. I also realized I was cross the teacher/student line. I quickly pulled my hand away.

"I should get back to work." I suggested.

"Yeah, you should." He agreed. But yet, neither of us turned away. We just started at each other. Even when I noticed how close we were, I couldn't pull away. I was waiting for him to turn away first, but he never did. So, I just kept looking deeply into his eyes. It felt like they were sucking me in, closer and closer. I tried to fight it, I really did. But there was some stronger force.

Without even noticing, I was leaning closer. The only reason I did finally notice is that I saw him closer.

And before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us. Just like that, our lips were locked.

Our lips pieced perfectly together. This felt were they wanted to be, where they needed to be. His felt so good against mine. This felt like it was meant to happen. This was so…so… wrong. This was so wrong. I was freaking kissing my teacher, not some high school boy. But how can something so wrong feel so right?

No matter, it was wrong. And yet you're still kissing him. STOP! What are you doing? Let go. Stop right now. A part of mind yelled at me.

Another part was yelling for me to keep going. No matter how much I want to, I couldn't listen to that part. I recluntly pulled away.

I looked at him in shock; not at him, at my damn self. I couldn't believe what I just did. "What did I just do?" I gasped out loud. I jumped up from the chair so fast that I almost knocked it over.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry." I backed away from him like I had a contagious illness or something. I quickly grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder without even bothering to close it. I didn't care if everything fell out; I needed to get out of there, like ten minutes ago.

"Bella, wait." I didn't stop. I just kept backing away, quicker this time.

"I'm sorry. I won't tell anyone. That was my fault. I wasn't thinking." I rushed out. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry." For some reason I kept apologizing. It was the only things that would come out.

I bumped into something hard. I sighed when I understood that it was the door. I struggled to find the knob. Once I found it, I struggle to open it. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Let's just pertained it never happen." On the outside, I probably sounded like it was a simple request, but in my head, I was begging like I was begging for my life.

I was getting frustrated that the door wouldn't fucking open.

I finally got the damn thing open. "I see you tomorrow." I really didn't want to say that. Out of all the Fridays, why it this have to happen on a fucking Tuesday? Was there someone somewhat that was getting a kick of me making a fool of myself? "I'm really am sorry." I said one more time before walking out quickly. I allowed the door to close behind me.

I quickly walked down the hall with my head down. Even through the halls were empty, expect for very few people, I just felt I needed to. Once I was far enough from his room, I damn near ran to the car.

When I got in, I locked all the doors and windows. Once I felt I was sealed in, I did nothing but scream. I didn't even start the car. I just screamed as loud as I could. Even with the windows shaking, I screamed more. I couldn't do anything else, nor did I know what else to do. I needed to talk to someone.

I tried my best to calm down, but another scream came. When I felt I was done, I finally started the car. Without a second thought, I turned out of the parking lot. I knew where exactly where I was going.

I went so fast, that I'm pretty sure I was going over the speed limit and was leaving steaks on the ground. I didn't care. I needed my best friend.

XXX

When I got to her house, I rang her door bell frantically. I saw her car so I knew she was home. "open the damn door, you pixie." I mumbled as I repeat pressed button.

She finally opened it. I was thankfully that she did. She looked me like I was crazy for ringing the bell like that.

"Bella, what in the world…" she started.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" was all I said as I pushed pass her.

She closed the door behind me "sure, come in." I heard her tone, but I ignored it.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I repeated and started pacing.

"girl, what the heck's…" she tried again.

"This is not good. So not good." I said more to myself than her. I tossed my head back. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" I said the last one more loudly. I buried my face in my hands as I continued to pace.

She grabbed me by my arms to stop me. "Will you stop? You're going to run a hole in the floor." She pulled my hands away from my face. "Tell me what's wrong."

I bend my head down. I mumbled the respond. "What?" she said. I said it again a little louder. "Bella, I can't understand you." I groaned. I walked over to her couch and flopped down.

"I kissed Mr. Masen." I said more loudly and slowly so she could hear and understand it clearly.

"You what?" she said in disbelief. I was feeling the same way.

I propped my elbows on my knees and hid my face in my hands. "Please don't make me repeat it." I begged.

"Like on the lips?" I could tell from her voice that she still couldn't trust what her ears were hearing.

I moved my head so she could see me glaring at her. I lifted my head up slightly. "No. on the cheek. My voice was dipped in sarcasm. "Of course, on the lips. Do you think I would be freaking out if it was anywhere else?" I urged through my teeth. I know she was shocked, but come on. That was a dumb question and she knew it.

She sat down next to me. "Okay. In that case I have two questions." I nodded for to go ahead and ask them. "Firstly, how did it happen?"

I lifted my head, pushing my hair out of my face to explain it. The whole time I was talking, I avoided her eyes. I was trying to rethink about it. To be honest, it happen kind of fast.

"Well, he was helping me with the work at first. And he was really close. Then we were joking with each other. He said something and I gave him a little push. But once I pulled my hand away, I realized how close we really were. And I kind of…leaned."I gestured of my hand with the word.

"You 'leaned'?" I looked at her and was her eyebrow crocked.

"Yes, Alice I leaned." I told her. Was that her other question?

"Okay, that easily brings me to my next one." Oblivious it wasn't.

I looked at her, preparing myself. But what she did next was not asking something. She bopped me on the forehead with the palm of her hand.

"Ow!" I reacted. "What the hell Alice?" I demanded. I placed my hand where hers came in contact.

"What the hell to you. What were you thinking? He's our…"

"teacher." I finished for her. "I know that. I couldn't help it. We were just so close. His scent was pulling me in and his lips were just so inviting. And his eyes were just so deep…" I felt myself drafting. She must of scented it too because she bopped me again. "Ow! What was that one for?"

She gave me look to let me I know that I already knew the answer. "You know damn well what that was for."

I sighed. I'll give her that one. Either way, I didn't come here to get abused. I rested my head on one of the cushions. "So what do I do now?" I got to the point. I was lost and she needed to help me.

"Only one thing you can do…"I turned my head to her for in anticipation. "You need to talk to him about it."

My head snapped up. I frowned my eyebrows at her like she gone insane. "Don't look at me like." She warned.

No. I will damn well look at you like you're crazy, but you are. Why the hell would I want to talk to him about this and make the damn situation more awkward than it needs to be?

"And why, may I ask, would I want to do that?" I asked in false sweetness.

"Let me ask you this… do you know if he kissed back."

I shook my head. "I pulled away before I could realize. Then I left before he could explain anything." Not that would have anything to explain. I kissed him, not the other way around.

"Well, there's your answer. You need to find out if he did or not. Things are usually better if they're out in the open." Usually, I mocked in my head.

I breathed hard. "Is there another option?" I could help but ask. There have to be something else I could do.

"Yeah, you can not talk to him and sit in his class with awkward tension between you two for the next ten months." She suggested.

"That's actually not a bad idea." I know that wasn't meant for a real suggestion, but I started to consider it. I started mentally planning how I could avoid him until the end of May.

Maybe I could even…before I could finish the thought I felt her palm hit my forehead again, this time harder than the last two.

"OW! Seriously, stop doing that!" I urged. Her hits were really starting to hurt. She was small, but she could be hella powerful when she wanted to be.

"Then stop thinking like an idiot." Again, came for help not to get abused; physically or verbally. "You need to talk to him and you know it."

As much as I hate to admit it, she was right, like always. I really should learn that to bet against her.

There it is. How was it? They finally kissed. (LOUD SCREAMS) what will happen now? She knows she needs to talk to him, but doesn't know if she will. Hopefully it's getting better. (fingers crossed)

Again, thanks to the readers. Luv & rockets.

BTW: NEVER EVER bet against Alice. She knows best