I spent the rest of the weekend with Kate. She prodded me for information here and there however she always respected my privacy. She really was a great friend. She didn't want me going back to my dad, so had gotten permission for me to stay- in the guest room- for the time being. Her parents knew there were problems at home- but to my request- weren't allowed to know what. Yet they still agreed; but this wasn't permanent, which meant I had to find shelter elsewhere or go back home.

Before I knew it Monday rolled around- which is where we are. I had collected all my belongings yesterday's from my dad when we were sure he wouldn't be home; as we assumed he keep up his sunday, early afternoon, bar routine: which he had. So I had some work yesterday evening- but the throbbing in my head would not stop- so very little actually got done. Great, I'm starting this week behind, in pain, out of a house I don't know, pretending a facade that I was normal more then ever now. What else could go wrong?

Well, I found out the answer to that. When you are the talk of the whole school makes everything worse. Why talk about you- you might being asking? Because I am allegedly dating my one and only friend. To you that may not seem very important; well it is. If that best friend happens to be a girl who has looked down upon almost every boy and even some girls at this school, because they never make the standards. So now everyone is wondering what is so special about me- including me.

I didn't realise this at first yet I felt eyes on me from everywhere. It sure didn't help I had my arm wrapped around Kate for support up the stairs so I was slightly distracted by her sarcastic comments. Like always she was friendly to everyone but as I got to know her I realised there were people she liked and people she tolerated just to be polite. Unlike most girls she doesn't like drama- so she plays along the nice girl act to avoid it. This is something her and I have in common.

However, by the time we made it to my locker- which she swapped to the one next to hers- we knew something was up. Thanks to a gawky dressed freshman in pigtails we knew what it was. "So it's true? You and Noah are official? My friends and I were wondering if you really were going public" but before we could respond she skipped off to her group of friends and giggled about the latest gossip: which was us.

"do you want to like come out and say we aren't dating or something?" I offered

"What's the point they'll believe what they want to. Apparently it's us that they want- by the end of the week it will be some other couple. Who really cares?" Kate replied bored as ever. She really does look down upon most of this school. She is quite a conundrum- she would change this entire school if she could but won't because she doesn't want to get into any fights or arguments, always the diplomat. I knew she was right so we went along with it. Here and there putting on a little show for our audience- either hand holding or giggles, nothing explicit but just enough to get our admirers giggling or whispering. It was all quite amusing to be fair.

So this went on all day. I had seen almost everyone watching us at one point or another except Damian. He wasn't in English because of some captain meeting thing he had to have with his coach before practise starts this afternoon. Then in music he seemed to ignore all of the outside world; so engrossed in his work that he just slipped into a practice room so fast, that I didn't get a chance to talk to him. If I didn't know any better I would think he was ignoring me- but why on Earth would he be doing that? He's just probably lost in thoughts of basketball and school, he's to busy for me. Yet, for some reason that kind of hurts more, knowing that I'm just not that important to him at least not at the moment.

It's the end of school, I was grabbing the books I need to do work from whilst Kate jabs on about track practice and the drills she's going to get us to do. Our first meet is in two weeks. I'm both excited and terrified. But then the whole corridor suddenly goes quiet. Ash is walking down the hall with some blonde skank of a chick on his arm. I finally get a good look at him: he's tall, muscular in all the right places, has a dark natural tan and these impending black orbs for eyes. His hair matches his brooding features: long, dark, falling this way and that into his eyes. To top it off he has a slightly crooked nose, a slanted smile and high cheekbones- he's the optimum combination of all things gorgeous. He's hot and he knows it- he saunters down the hall with every girl and guys eyes on him yet he takes no notice. Every guy wants to be him and every girl wants to be with him. Then suddenly I feel Kate tense beside me; she's still hurting and by the gleeful look on Ash's companions face we all know what they are about to do. The guy is an insensitive jerk.

Suddenly, I decide to lean in to ask Kate If she is okay. But she quickly turns to me- our faces are inches apart then she grabs my face in her hands. She pulls me in and within seconds our lips are in contact. I hear the collective gasp around us as people start to take notice in this public display of affection. As I am about to pull away to tell her she's taking this all too far, I realise this isn't for them it's for Ash. She wants him not to see how much he's hurting her- she wants to say she's moved on. If he is going to be a jerk to her then I'll play along.

I pull her closer to me, molding her chest against mine. We then begin to deepen the kiss naturally, my lips rubbing against hers therapeutically. Trying to let her know, I get what's she's doing. Then I start to nibble on her bottom lip, she moans slightly at this. With that as all the permission I need, I press her back against the lockers and she begins to coil her legs around me. We are like this for at least a few minutes before were rudely interrupted.

"Mr. Hunt and Miss Casas I didn't expect this from you" Mr. Evans robotic voice mocks. We both pull away from each other with guilty expressions, I turn to apologize to sir. As I do so I see one gaping Damian behind me- he sure as hell looks shocked and even slightly mad. Why- I don't know.