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"Oh hey, wait man," Alfie put his arm out to stop Jerome from turning the corner. Jerome frowned at his friend

"What?" he asked in a low voice, the streaks of almond was highlighted in his hair as the sun shone through the corridor window. He wore his dark cardigan and was already very late to class.

"Joy is about to cry man, I wouldn't go any closer," and with that Alfie walked off. Jerome starred after his friend a moment, before edging closer to the corner, and listening.

"I can't believe you forgot me!" Joy cried, her voice filled with anger and betrayal.

"I did not forget you Joy!" Fabian hissed. Jerome wondered vaguely what exactly they were doing in the middle of the corridor when they should have been in class. "I remember the Joy from last year, the kind Joy, the Joy who would never have done something like this!" there was a rustling sound of paper, and Jerome was smart enough to know it must have been the print out of the article she wrote on Nina. Very clever in his opinion.

"I am the same girl," she sobbed quietly. It was silent for a moment.

"No," Fabian whispered "You are not the same girl. You are not Joy anymore," he spoke quietly, determined

"I am," she insisted "You all left me, and I didn't know what to-"

"Stop it!" Fabian yelled suddenly, and Jerome almost jumped. He took a chance and peered round the edge, Fabian was facing Joy who had red tear stained cheeks. "Stop being such a liar!" Fabian ran a hand through his tossled brown hair.

"Hey! I am not a liar!"

"I saw you!" Fabian yelled as Jerome watched with curious eyes.

"What?" she sniffed

"I saw you." He repeated, more quietly, exhaustion quite obvious in his voice. "I saw you, with…Mick." Jerome's eyes widened and Joy gasped. "I saw you Joy," and Fabian's shoulders sagged "I saw you."

"Fabes," Joy whispered, arm out stretched towards him, but not daring herself to touch him "It was all his idea Fabes, it wasn't my fault," she took a tiny step forward. "Please…"

"You disgust me." Fabian's voice was just. And his footsteps echoed as he walked away. Joy stood there, sobbing for a moment, before cleaning herself up and heading after him.

Jerome stood behind the wall, fists clenched so hard, that his knuckles were turning white.

"I like you're hair like that," Mick cooed as he sat with one arm casually placed around Mara on the sofa. The rest of their hose sat around them, having their own conversations.

"Thank you," Mara ducked her head slightly "How did you find the science test?"

"Mars," he laughed, giving her a squeeze "How did you think I found it?" Mara rolled her eyes but smiled. Mick gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips and she couldn't help but compare. There really was no contest between the two of them.

"Mara," Jerome called from across the room, his voice wasn't necessarily loud, but everyone turned anyway. This was Jerome, and whenever Jerome called you out, it was never a good thing. Mara gave Mick a smile, before heading towards the door where Jerome was stood waiting.

As soon as she got to him, he grabbed her arms and dragged her quickly down the corridor

"Ow, Jerome! What are you doing? We're in the middle of-"

"You have to dump him." Jerome demanded, they were in an alcove, no one would see them.

"Jerome, we spoke about this," Mara sighed "Please," she tried to push past him, but he only growled and pushed her shoulders into the wall. She looked up at him confused and scared, her eyes wide with worry. "Jerome-"

"I repeat." He said through clenched teeth "You have to break up with him."

"And I told you," Mara cocked her head to the side, telling him she was angry "No."

"Mara," he pushed her harder into the wall, ignoring her wince "Please." He moved to rest his forehead against hers, as if willing everything he knew to go into her mind "Please break up with him."

"Jerome," she said quietly "Just because you like me, doesn-"

"This isn't about that!" he yelled suddenly. Hurt when he saw fear in her eyes "Mick's cheating on you," he confessed.

"What?" Mara breathed

"He's cheating on you, with Joy." Mara stared at him in horror, eyes wide. Then her expression turned to one of disgust

"This is low Jerome," she shook her head, not able to look him in the eye. She tried to move away but his hands never moved from her shoulders. She decided to focus on his shirt button instead "Lying just to get me to dump him. How many points did you think that would get you? You are such a liar, I can't even believe-"

"You think I'm lying?" he watched her nod, and his anger bubbled to the surface "Why would I lie? I never lie to you!"

"I wouldn't know," Mara shrugged, looking off to the side. Jerome's nostrils flared, and suddenly he wanted her to feel as confused and hurt as he did. He wanted her to know how much this was killing him. How much this burnt. He needed to share the feeling with her, and if she wouldn't talk with him, he would have to show her. She had to feel pain, to relate to his pain.

He leaned down and kissed her. Hard. It was nothing like before, he wasn't timid or afraid, he was harsh, and forceful. He could feel her small body struggling beneath him, and he pulled away from her mouth to let her breath. He continued down her jaw.

"S-stop," she moaned as he bit down on her soft neck "Jerome…"

"I-" he kissed her neck "Never," he moved back to her jaw, butterfly kisses wherever he could "Lied." Mara melted into him, and when he returned to her lips, she kissed him back with just as much force. She backed him into the wall, and feeling his heart beat, and just knowing that it was going as fast as hers filled her with confidence.

She snaked her hand to the back of his head and kept his face close to hers. He seemed momentarily surprised at her actions, but was by no means going to stop it. She let her other hand slid up his shirt, and he shuddered, panting slightly. He was on fire.

He moved his hand to the back of her leg, and hoisted on leg up above his hip, waiting for the objection that never came, he hoisted her other bare leg up, and held her up, close to him. She was so warm. They moulded together so perfectly, she moaned into his mouth, relishing in his touch.

It was when they heard the bang of a locker and someone scurrying away and that they leapt away from each other. Both with their backs against the wall, facing each other, chest rising and falling heavily.

"Break up with him," Jerome whispered, so quietly that she could only just make out the words. Mara watched him for a moment, then licked her lips.

"Once you prove to me that the Joy thing is true," and with that, she turned and walked out of the alcove, leaving Jerome there, leaning against the wall, catching his breath.

"You're going to be the death of me," he whispered, before setting out to find Joy.