Becca's P.O.V

I wake up and immediately look beside me.

The bed is empty. I can't help, but wonder whether Noah is doing the same thing right now.

I get up and change. It's been a 3 days since we came home.

Today, Noah and I are going back to school. Man, I haven't finished my English essay!

Mom drops me off at the main gate. I take a deep breath and walk into the school.

"OMG! BECCA!!!" squeals Stacy, hugging me. I laugh and pull her close.

"I miss you, Stacy!" I said. Stacy takes a good look at me.

"Becca, I am so jealous of your gorgeous tan! You look great!" she approved.

I smile as I see Noah. I give him a little wave and he gives me a tiny wink. Stacy turns and looks at me.

"What just HAPPENED?" she asks. I tell her everything about what happened and My birthday. Our kiss.

"Awww. That's so sweet! So are you guys an item?" she asks. I hesitate. He called me his girlfriend, didn't he? I sighed.

"I am not so sure." I admit. Stacy places a hand on my shoulder.

"Ask Noah. I am totes sure he thinks you guys are an item. If he doesn't, well he's a complete jerk." she answers.

Soon we are talking and gossiping about school.

Th bell rings and we head to class. We sit down. Halfway through the History class, someone throws a paper ball at my head. I turn around. Sadie Taylor passes me a note.

I open the note. It says:

U and Noah not gonna happen. Totes impossible. Just saying. Give up now than later.

He deserves better than u, slut.Ur welcome, Sadie.

I roll my eyes at her and toss it in the trash. "Horatio Nelson blah blah unicorns flew into the rainbow, blah blah bleh blah." said Mr. Hodge, oblivious to the fact no one was listening. After hours and hours of blah blah blahs, the bell rings.

As I gather my stuff and Sadie walks over to me. "What makes you think that you meet Noah's standard of girls?" she hissed, winking at him.

"I like to be positive." I replied, leaving her.

All the girls giggled and whispered to one another as Noah passed them. I sigh. It was going to be a long day.

I open my locker and an arm wraps around my waist. I turn to see Noah. He grins.

"Hey babe." he says, kissing my cheek.

I hear furious whispers from the girls.

"Oh my god, what a slut."

"She's not even pretty"

"Who is she?"

"I think she's Becca Evans."

"Isn't she the one with the pink bra."

I try hard to ignore them as they continue to make hurtful comments about me. Noah looks at me with concern.

I fake a a smile and say "It's fine." Surprisingly he believes me. We talk a bit about school.

"I gotta go, babe. By the way, I miss sleeping with you next to me." He whispered in my ear.

All the harsh comments that were bothering me fly away. He missed me and that is what matters.