"Fight! fight! fight! fight!" I try to drown out the noise from the crowd building around me and my ex- best friend.

We've got hold of each other. She's got a hold of my arm while I've got hold of her bleached blond hair. It doesn't take long until I feel someone pulling me away from Makayla. Her brown eyes are narrowed on me, for a second I forgot where I was and I wanted nothing more than to stare at her all day every day for the rest of my life.

She's got her beautiful soft hand holding onto my bicep as she wants to make sure I won't be getting caught up in the fight again. Her dark brown almost black hair is put up in a bun, she's wearing a pant suit. Black dress pants, a beautiful white blouse tucked in with her blazer on top. She's got black heels to accompany it.

"Miss Willows," She says disapprovingly, though her words don't match the emotions in her eyes. They shine with worry and concern, no disappointment.

"Mr Anderson, take Miss Weathers to your office." I gulp, glancing away from her I see the assistant principal walk away with Makayla.

The crowd has since dispersed. I turn back to her. It's hard to imagine that she's my principal. She's so elegant and beautiful, she cares about her students and doesn't just hide behind a desk all day.

"Miss Willows?" She calla our sounding slightly agitated.

"Hmm?" I ask slightly in a daze. I don't know whether my imagination played tricks but I see the corners of her lips tug into a smirk, while she watches me in this daze.

"Come on. I'm taking you to my office." I snap out of my daze when she turns to walk. I follow behind her quietly and slowly, not wanting to deal with this.

I know she will ask why Makayla and I are fighting, and I'm not ready to tell her. I was barely ready to tell Makayla.

We get into her office, her name 'Miss Jacklin' I sigh, even her name gives me butterflies.

I step into her office, closing the door behind myself as she is now sitting on the so called couch she has in her office. The couch itself is more like a love seat, but compared to the work chairs, it serves more as a couch.

I watch her from the door. She has her legs crossed, she's facing toward the empty spot on the couch rather than ahead. She pats the spot next to her. I sit down, wanting to sit as close to her as I can but being to frightened to even dare it. I keep my head down, looking at my lap. I hear her soft sigh, and my heart almost exploded when her finger gently under my chin, she lifts my gaze to meet hurts. I'm surprised by the soft look in her eyes that have me like putty in her hands right now.

"Do you want to talk about what the fight was over?" I bite my lip.

As mad or angry as I may have seemed, really, I'm just hurt. Makayla betrayed me.

"You and Makayla are like sisters." She continues as I don't answer. I sigh.

"I told her something, something personal and hard for me to tell anyone. I told her. The only person I've told. And she decided to throw me to the wolves." Her arm finds its way to my back, caressing me as she can hear the betrayal and hatred in my voice.

"That's not much to go on. I can't help unless I know the facts." Her calm gentle voice made me look up. I didn't realise how close to me she was. Her hand still on my back, and her eyes on me waiting, I can see her eyes flicker down to my lips and I can't help the small smirk tugging at my lips.

"Can I show you?" I ask her. As though afraid to answer, like she knows what I'm about to do and is waiting to see if I've got the balls to do it, but the thought is enough for her to become anxious with anticipation, she merely nods her head.

I don't waste any time. I think, I've I'm going to do it, I do it now. The longer I think and wait the less likely I'll do it. I lean into her slightly, tucking some hair behind her ear softly, she blushes with a gentle smile on her lips.

"You're so beautiful." I sigh, before pressing my lips softly against hers. My hands gently cup her cheeks as her hands find my waist and the other finds my hair. She kisses me back and the butterflies intensify. Like as though her lips are the only thing grounding me right now. Her lips are soft, slightly moist and plump. The kiss deepens and as it does, her tongue takes dominance over me, I move my hands down her body, tugging her to me, I smile into the kiss and moan slightly as she gets the hint and straddles me. She gasps as I let my hands roam her body before grabbing her arse, not to the point it hurts her. I use the breaking of our lips to my advantage as I start to trail kisses down her jawline and neck. She moans a few times which fuels my desire for her.

"Rianna," My breath hitches as she says my name while trail kisses dangerously low toward her breasts. She takes my head in her hands and presses her lips more gently toward mine before resting her forward on mine for a moment.

It doesn't take long for her to stand, she walks to her desk, sitting on the edge of it, her eyes are wide in thought, her hair messy and her lips are red and swollen. She seems rather breathless too as I take this time to look her over.

"What did that have to do with your fight?" She asks after some silence.

"Two things. I'm gay, and I obviously have my eyesight set on you," I pause for a moment. She blushes, an involuntary small smile creeping on her features.

"And Makayla couldn't see past the fact that I was gay. She said she was fine with it but she started to ignore me, accuse me of trying to hit on her all the time and finally she decided she would break the news to my dad - which she only did because he wouldn't sleep with her -" she looks at me absolutely shocked.

"How can someone do that to another person? Let alone their friend?" She says as she stands against her desk and thinks, she's looking out the window so I take the opportunity to walk to her.

She's holding her arms in front of herself, as though hugging herself. I place my hand gently on top of hers. She sighs and looks down at our hands, she clasps mine for a few seconds before letting go.

"I know you have your heart set on me, but it's not going to happen. I'm your principal, you're a student. You're so young and have so much to learn and experience." I look into her eyes, determination kicking in. I slowly press my lips lightly against hers, hearing her breath hitch and instantly her hand is on my hip. I pull from her.

"I won't give up. You can expel me, suspend me, you can tell me we won't work but I'm going to try because anyone, that makes my heart beat this fast, that can make me feel like I'm on some sort of high, anyone as beautiful and as kind hearted and caring as you, that's worth fighting for. What kind of person would I be if I didn't at least try?" She watches me, biting her lip without saying a word, her hands cup my cheek and her lips are against mine in second.

"Okay. You win." She says softly, her forehead on mine. I smile and kiss her nose softly.