I'm sorry I don't understand

where all this is coming from,

I thought that we were fine.

ーPink

Autumn

HE TURNED ME AROUND, and the next thing I knew was that I was being kissed. His mouth caught mine once the words left his mouth. I was so perplexed that all I could do was simply stare at the guy kissing me with so much eagerness. He stopped a few seconds later, probably realizing that I wasn't responding.

I was completely frozen, but somehow my mouth was able to blurt what was on my mind. "We are in School." I licked my lips and glared at him.

Joe was standing there in his six-feet-four-self, hovering over me. "Yeah, so?" He panted, trying to catch his breath.

I jumped from the seat and picked up my discarded earphone from the floor. "We shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be here." I shook my head and tried to glance at the door. I hope no one saw that. The school had finished two hours ago, but maybe some students still lingered around.

"Now will you stop with the lecture and just enjoy the moment?" His hands were on my hips, pulling me closer until our bodies met. "I'm the teacher, I should be the one giving you a lecture." I tried my hardest to get away.

"No!" I shoved his hard muscled torso, but he was too strong. He was a pack of muscles, I was literally nothing compared to him in physical strength. "Joe! This isn't you!"

After ignoring me, he leaned forward and started kissing my neck. I felt so hopeless. My body wanted him, but my mind knew better that this wasn't right. This wasn't the time and place. Tears brimmed in my eyes as anxiety kicked in. What if someone saw us? I knew we were in a hidden corner but there was a security camera somewhere.

"Joe, please." I tried to shove him again, but it wasn't working since he didn't move an inch. Is he made of metal or something? Geez.

I finally gave up and stopped struggling. Yet I didn't respond or kissed him back either. I decided to wait until he got bored, or came to his senses, whichever happened first.

My eyes stared dully at the ceiling, hoping this would end soon. I glanced out the window and that was when I saw him. Tyler. His dark eyes looked at me with a blank expression, but his brows arched in a way that showed accusation. Disgust flashed briefly on his face before he walked away.

Did that nerd just judge me? Who is he to judge, seriously?

Did that nerd just judge me? Who is he to judge, seriously?

He was no better than me! He was smoking pot! At least I didn't do drugs. I knew it was a pity act to try to justify my action, but I couldn't help myself.

My phone buzzed, and Joe straightened up. He looked down at me with pain on his face, which I didn't quite understand. If anything, I should be the one angry with him. Because of him that nerd saw and knew about us.

I took out my phone and glanced at the screen: it was Ashton. I walked a few steps away from Joe when I accepted the call.

"Hey, babe!" His cheerful voice that I knew so well for these last two years greeted me.

I smiled at the familiarity. "Hey, where are you? I've been waiting for hours!"

"Oh, you know, this and that happened," he said vaguely. I heard him clearing his throat then he asked me, "Where are you? I'm at your school now."

"I'm inside, but I'll go out now. Meet me at the gate, okay?" I grabbed my bag from the floor and slung it over one shoulder.

"Okay." I ended the call and shoved my phone back into the front pocket of my jeans. I turned back and watched Joe crossing his arms. His expression was unreadable, but from his hard stare, I knew something was off.

I decided to ask him anyway. Communication could save a relationship or ruin one. So I decided to bet on saving it. "What is it?"

Instead of answering my question, he threw another one. "Was that your boyfriend?"

We stared at each other for a moment before I decided to come clean and nodded. "Yep."

"Okay." He uncrossed his arms and grabbed his glasses and a stack of paper from a nearby table. He walked towards the door without a second glance. And I was left there, wondering what the hell was that all about?

I got no time to dwell on it or to analyze it since Ashton was waiting for me. I opened my bag and stuck my earphone inside.

When I got out of the classroom, I noticed the sign and realized it was the English classroom. No wonder he was there. I shrugged off the fact because it didn't matter which class I was at, Tyler fucking Vincent saw everything.

Well, too bad he had to find that out. I knew his secret, and now he knew mine. Seems like we're even.

As I walked, I started to think about him again. Why did he smoke pot? I wouldn't be surprised if he did that because of Math. I mean, come on! Math sucks! Except that he didn't look like the type to smoke his problems away.

I got out of school in less than two minutes, only to be greeted by an unwelcome sight of the Lawson bitch, standing a little too close to Ash. They were talking about something that I couldn't hear from my distance.

I wasn't a jealous girlfriend and someone like Ellie wasn't a threat to me. So I took my time, worked in the tempo, and got there just in time for Ellie to notice my presence.

Her face hardened, and I could see she turned her bitch mode back on. "Oh hi, cheater. Got a little extra time with Mr. Rodriguez?"

I froze. My mind scolded myself; you're so busted! Ellie giggled and touched my arm lightly. "I mean for your English retest, silly." She almost looked nice and that was weird.

"Yeah." I flipped my hair over one shoulder. "How about you? Found the cure yet?"

Two can play this game. I watched Ellie's sweetness turn sour. She shifted her gaze to Ashton and forced herself to smile. "Bye, Ash!" She scurried away, and I was tempted to yell 'run bitch run!'

"What's that all about?" Ash laced his fingers through mine and gave me a gentle squeeze.

I raised one brow incredulously. "I should be the one asking that. What's up with you and Ellie? I thought you hated the bitch for stalking you since fifth grade."

Ashton shook his head disapprovingly. "Don't call her that. She's sweet." I rolled my eyes. Ashton was always a peacekeeper, while most of the time I was the troublemaker. He pulled the car keys out of his pocket and led me towards his white sedan.

"Whatever." I grabbed the handle, unlocked the door, and got inside.