"26!"

I rolled my eyes and smiled, Ben was at it again. Spot the chav was a new favourite game of his and I was a little reluctant to admit that my friends and I had stated playing it on the bus to and from school.

I looked to my right at the moody, brown haired boy who was sat beside me. My feet where resting on his knees and he was staring daggers into his phone, which, by the look of it, was dead.

"What are you up to?" I asked him, blowing a stray hair out of my face. I'd wrestled my untameable blonde hair into a ponytail, but strands where still coming loose.

I'd tried (not very hard) to dress for London; with red converse, a white beanie and my already blue hair.

I'd moved to London from the South East five years ago when I was 11 with my mother, father, uncle and my brother and sister Louis and Courtney. We'd moved because of dad's job, with plans to move back home a year later. But after we'd started school, made friends and settled in, we decided it was pointless going back.

I'd met Jake on the first day of school but it wasn't the romantic meeting most would hope for. I'd managed to find my locker and had shoved most of my belongings into it, but I still had a bag full to the brim with school books and other such useless crap and was completely and utterly lost. I was running up and down various corridors, looking for a map of the school, someone to ask or the actual room itself. I was hysterical, stressed and insanely worried, so much so that I accidently went into the boy's bathroom, instead of the girls (I still haven't lived that down). But luckily, Jake was the only one in there, he was washing his hands, obviously in a hurry himself.

As soon as I went in I realised I'd gone to the boys bathroom (it was obvious by the state of it) but I was so tired from running around that I didn't even care.

I still remember the look Jake gave me, it was a mix of surprise, horror and confusion that ultimately resulted in a strangled noise from him.

I'd run a hand through my blonde curls, pushing them out of my face, and asked him if he knew the way to SP3. He'd nodded, still a little shocked that a girl was in the boy's toilets, and said that that was where he was headed too. Then he'd reached into his pocket and drawn out a small handkerchief and handed it to me. I was so touched by the gesture that I almost started crying again, but luckily I wasn't that fucking lame. I'd made myself look semi-presentable and then followed Jake out of the toilets, down the hall and into a large room with rows upon rows of students and Spanish posters covering the walls.

Behind the desk at the front was a kind looking woman who raised an eyebrow at Jake and I when we walked in,

"Late again Jake," she said, looking at her watch and tutting, "I told you that we needed to work on that." She then turned to me, "Forgive me dear, are you the new student?"

I'd nodded furiously and stuttered out my name, all too aware that about 30 pairs of eyes were glued on me, including Jakes.

She smiled and pointed to a seat at the back, on a row where a lively looking girl with pigtails and freckles and a bored looking boy with scruffy ginger hair sat, "You can sit there honey, next to Liv, Jake sits next to Brad," she smiled again, "We're just doing some work from the book, Liv will show you."

Then she'd sat back down and continued with whatever she was doing when we came in. Jake started walking towards the back row and I followed him, glad that everyone's focus seemed to be back on their work and not on me. That is, except Liv. As soon as I sat down I was bombarded with a tsunami of questions.

"Hi, I'm Libby, you're Cleo right? Cleo Host?"

"Yes, I-"

"Where do you live?"

"London, near-."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah, two, Court-"

"That's so cool, I wish I had siblings, I'm an only child, I live in the care home down the road, my parents dumped me there when I was born, with a lousy note..." she paused, I didn't know what to say, should I apologise? Should I just leave it? I didn't even know this girl. Luckily, I didn't have to do anything, because the questions continued,

"What colour is your room?"

"Do you have any pets?"

"Do you know anyone here yet?"

"How old are you?"

"When's your birthday?"

It went on forever and I came out of the lesson feeling as if I'd been interrogated. I didn't know it then, mainly because I was terrified of her, but Liv would soon become a huge part of my life. She would become my best friend and I would become the sister she'd never had.

Brad had been pretty cool too, he'd asked me a few questions, nothing too personal, just about where I'd come from and such. Regardless, he and Jake had spent that entire lesson sniggering about something on Jake's phone. To this day I don't know what it was.

Most days were like this: I'd get lost, look for Jake, find him, get escorted to my lesson (most of which were the same for us both), then I'd come out of my lesson, walk to the next one with Liv and get interrogated until there was literally nothing else I could have told her. It wasn't that there wasn't much to me, it was just that she'd got every single piece of information about my life out of me. But I wasn't worried, we'd already grown close.

After a week of this Jake and I were close also, and he gave me his number so that if I got lost I could text him. This kind of backfired, as it was just another number to text during lessons.

Jake and I started spending a lot more time together. He would often come round to mine and I to his. I absolutely adored his family, they were always bursting with energy and there was never a dull moment. Me and Karen would, and still do, have long chats about a variety of topics. She's one of those children who analysis everything down to a T and I'm like that also, so I think it's a challenge for both of us when we talk to one another.

I obviously didn't want to be in a relationship at age 13 or 14, and even at 15 I was unsure about my feelings for Jake. I was very mature for my age, as was he, but I was (and still am) so young. I didn't want to throw away what we had for a stupid fling that would leave us both heartbroken. But it was inevitable, I had feelings for Jake. I finally realised and accepted that the feelings weren't going away in Jake's kitchen of all places.

He was sitting on a chair by the computer, swinging back and forth, and I was making us both a cup of tea. I'd warned him several times that he was going to fall off and lo and behold he did. I'd laughed so hard I'd spilt boiling hot water from the kettle all over my arm, and thus had got badly burnt. I still remember the searing pain that went through my arm, and hearing myself scream as if I was apart from my body. Jake had been terrified, and he and his mum had rushed me to A&E. But you know how I knew I had fallen for him? He didn't let go of my hand once, even on the car ride home, when he pulled me onto his lap and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. It wasn't until we'd started going out, on Christmas Day later that year that I'd found out that had been the day for him too.

He turned to look at me, a slight scowl on his face, "My stupid phones run out of battery!" he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes, "C'mon, we're in London, the capitol of England, where all this amazing stuff has happened, and you're on your phone?" I raised an eyebrow.

"But I live in London!" He complained.

I sighed and leaned against his chest, putting my feet back on the floor of the bus. His hand went straight to my hair, brushing it with his fingers the way he had on the way back from A&E a year ago. I loved being with him like this, just…being. No pressure, no worries, no nothing. Just love.

"I love you," I mumbled into his shirt, closing my eyes and inhaling the familiar scent of him mixed with the fumes from passing cars. He stopped stroking my hair and looked down at me, and I up at him,

"I love you too," he whispered, as if it were just us the two on the bus, away from the noise of the traffic below us, away from Ben hollering numbers at people on the street, away from Karen and her constant stream of questions, away from everything. I leaned up, led by natural instinct, and brought my lips to his. Our lips only just touched, neither being a fan of PDA, but to honest the other people on the bus were the furthest thing from my mind.

I touched my lips to his again, tasting the familiar mint and bubble gum. I smiled and pecked him once more before moving so that I was sitting on his lap with my back against the side of the bus and my feet where I was sitting previously.

He grinned his classic lopsided grin and ran a hand through his tousled hair,

"I may just enjoy this trip a little if we do that once in a while." I faked shock and smacked him on the shoulder playfully,

"That is no way to talk to a lady Jake! I am ashamed." He chuckled and pulled me foreword so that my back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around my waist just as Ben yelled, "29!"

I shook my head, smirking, today was going to be interesting.