I watched as he became smugger. I could've been thinking of murdering him but just the mere fact that I was thinking of him satisfied his ego for the day.

"Good or Bad?" He said finally. I tilted my head slightly and shrugged with a jeering frown.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I shook my head and turned my back to him. I rested my arms on the railing and closed my eyes as I took a cool breath in.

I heard the floorboards creak as he began to approach me. I took no physical note of it and carried on with my eyes closed. He leaned on the railing post next to me. I fought the desire to smile when I felt his eyes on me.

"You're staring," I said, opening my eyes. I kept my focus forward.

"No, just looking." He reached out a hand and with his index finger he tucked a loose strand behind my ear.

"How are you so beautiful?" He flattered with an amused disbelief.

As the words left his mouth the muscles in my face betrayed me instantly, making me smile. I dropped my head and shook it. I could feel my cheeks heat up.

"Great genes I guess," I attempted to say seriously with a shrug but I ended up laughing.

When I didn't hear him reciprocate my laughter I looked at him. He looked dazed as if he'd been hypnotized.

He smiled suddenly like someone snapped him out of his trans. "I think I'll kiss you now." He nodded idly, leaning up from the post and grabbing a hold of my hand.

In between blinks one hand was around my waist, the other caressing my cheek and his lips on mine. When our lips touched I lost all sense of self. I was kissing back before I could process the abruptness of it.

I became feverish to his warm lips. My insides exploded with butterflies as I felt his mouth curve up in a smile. He kissed me with the grace of a prince and the desire of a lustful man.

I wondered if he could tell how bad I had wanted this. I would allow him every part of me and I didn't know something as simple as his favourite colour. He knew nothing about me either.

With his hands he travelled about my figure, memorizing every part. Taking note on how I react to each touch. When his hand gripped my waist I gave him control. When he smoothened my cheeks with his knuckles they flushed red.

By the end of this he would learn to amplify the affects he already had on me. I'd learn how to make him beg, to wish for what he can't have because I wouldn't let him.

We moved against the post. I could taste the mint I smelled earlier on his tongue. With my arms I cradled his neck, rushing my fingers in and out of his hair.

Briefly I break the kiss, giving us both a chance to breath. "As my tour guide, you should know that this is unprofessional."

He gave a breathless smile. "Tours over," he said and leaned in to resume but I turned away tauntingly.

"Wouldn't it be nicer if we talked?" I raised my brows with a lopsided grin. He scoffed with a knowing nod.

I raised my hands and brushed my fingertips across his face, tracing his features. I looked him in the eyes, enjoying his eagerness and impatience-the same way I was when he teased me earlier.

I ended the line at his lips, down to his chin and across his jawline. I held his face in my palm and pulled him down to me, as if I was about to kiss him. He closed his eyes as our lips neared their destination, but there was a delay.

I stopped just close enough to feel him sigh when he realized and he opened up his eyes.

"Not so fun now is it?" I folded my arms

"Okay, you've made your point." He rested his hands on my hips, pulling me forward a bit and pressed his lips against my neck.

"Not so fast." I halted. "What's your favourite colour?" I asked as I extended my arms to rest them on his shoulder.

"Seriously?" He blinked. I nodded. I raked my fingers through his hair as I watched him contemplate.

I brushed my fingers along his nape. "Pur-" He paused and his eyes widen in response. My lips curved up as his did. His green eyes now burned red. He removed my hands and held them by their wrists on his chest.

"What happened?" I cocked my head slightly intrigued.

"My favourite colour is purple," he answered the previous question.

I opened my palms on his chest. "Purple's a pretty colour," I said, sliding my finger down his chest. His eyes followed suit the lower I got.

"What's yours?" He asked softly not paying attention to what my answer may be.

"I don't have one," I said, gliding my finger back up to he chin then tilting it up to meet me.

We began again.

There's a disadvantage to teasing someone you want just as bad. I was also dying to resume but the confirmation of what affects I had on him made it worth it.

His chest rose heavily against mine. He kissed me harder not restricting himself to 'nice guy' anymore. He was making up for all the time he just lost. Slowly his lips began to move downward-from my lips, to my chin, my jaw then my neck. I tipped my head back to give him way.

He kissed my chest-through my shirt-as his hand slipped up and down my thighs. Teasing the ring of my skirt. This was going places I wouldn't mind exploring, I thought as he opened my first two buttons naturally as if it was a sixth sense.

The post I was stationed on was like wooden stabs in my back. The further we went the more jabs I received as some sort of reminder but I wasn't getting the message.

He teased at my skirt again. I shook my head internally. I took his idle hand and interlocked it with mine

What a guy. I tried to keep focus and not laugh.

From a distance I heard a ringing noise. I was so caught up in the moment it sounded faint and unreal then I realized it was the bell for our next class.

I broke the kiss and pushed from under him.

"Thanks again," I said hurriedly, turning slightly to acknowledge him as I ran down the steps.

"Meet me after school?" He shouted. I spun around.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I'm asking nicely-please." He said from where I left him as I walked backwards to the school.

"I'll think about it," I said then went inside. The hall was nearly empty, a few students strolled to their next class.

I panicked because I only had five minutes to get to my locker then to class before the second bell rang. I cursed the school for being so large and having so many corners. By the third minute I was lost, I swore the paths were so much clearer earlier.

I was still reeling from what just happened.

I turned the last corner I hoped would be the entrance to the main hall when I bumped into a familiar face.

"Eden?" Rowen said looking at me confused.

"Hey," I said a little out of breath.

"Where are you going? Class is this way." He pointed past me.

"I need to get to my locker."

He gave me a quizzical look. "Are you okay? You look a bit out of it."

"Yeah, it's just-I don't want to be late for class," I said.

I noticed him notice the button-oh crap-and he looked up at me knowingly.

I ignored his glare and buttoned up hastily.

"First day Eden? Come on!" He sounded like a disappointed parent.

I ignored his comment and dragged him with me. "Time's ticking." I found my locker in the same minute the second bell rang.

"Great!" I threw my hands up. I punched in the combination and the door opened with a click. I reached in and grabbed my bag.

Rowen was shooting me captious glares with his arms crossed as he leaned against the locker. If he was waiting for me to explain myself he would wait forever.

"Ok, let's go," I said and we began walking to our class. Rowen led the way.

"How does he do this every time?" He glanced to me, annoyed.

Every time?

"Have you seriously already had sex with Wylder? The day hasn't even ended," he continued to grouse.

My mouth fell in uncomfortable awe and I looked around to make sure we were alone. "Don't be dramatic." I scoffed when I was sure we were. "All I did was kiss him, not that it's any of your business." I rolled my eyes.

"He already has you wrapped around his finger." He glowered with disgust.

I laughed. "Aren't you guys friend?"

We started up the steps. "Best friends?" I glanced at him.

"I'm simply saying that you should be cautious around him," he corrected.

"Mm," I hummed. "That sounded more like, 'Eden you're a whore!'"

He stopped, stunned, processing what I just said and everything he said. His face fell apologetically.

"I'm sorry," he said with a frown. His eyes met mine shamefully I was joking mostly, now I felt bad. He was just trying to look out for me.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've been called worse," I said with a shrug.

His eyes opened wide, he turned to me as his mouth fell open. "What?"

"Okay, we're late enough. Let's go." I threw my arms over his shoulder and we finished the steps together.

Like the first two, my last class for the day went by pretty quickly. Rowen and I were leaving along with the rest of the students.

"Come to room 206 when you're done your meeting with the principal," he said.

"Why, you're not going home?"
"Yeah but after, you'll be done before I do," he explained.

"Ok I'll think about it," I told him. He nodded and went our separate ways.

I found my way to the office, only took me ten minutes but I did it!

I walked into the office and the brown skinned lady I met this morning-Miss Stacey-showed me to Principal Montgomery.

"Have a seat dear," she said as I walked in. Her back was turned to me while she shuffled through stacks of paper. While I waited I looked around awkwardly a tiny bit nervous. Her office was a secondary wall of certifications. She's a graduate from McGill University, with a PhD in Education.

Before she became Principal she was a certified Chemistry teacher. She won awards as Vice Principal and various competitions. She wasn't very tidy. The chair next to me was covered in papers and the path to behind her desk was crowded with boxes. All of her personal belongs were scattered about her desk.

"I'm Elaine Montgomery"-she outreached her hand and I shook it-"Nice to meet you."

I nodded with a quick smile. "Nice to meet you too."

"There's not much to go over really besides your record of expulsions." Her voice was high-pitched and tuneless.

How she taught anyone with such a voice, I don't know.

She leaned forward, onto her desk with steepled hands. "You've been expelled twice, that's one too many."

"First time, because you were using substances on school grounds and the Second time, after three strikes you were supplying students with over the counter drugs," she continued.

I hesitated before I opened my mouth to object. "I'm sure this makes no difference, but I wasn't the one who was supplying. I was given the blame."

"Either way that is not tolerated here," she reminded sternly.

"Besides that you're an excellent student, and that's why we've given you the opportunity to start over here," she congratulated with a curt nod.

"And not because my family now has relations with the Mayor?" I baited with a placid expression.

"We're an honourable school, each individual is given fair opportunities." She denied what I insinuated with an artificial smile.

"May I ask about my piece that was submitted?"

"Go ahead."

"Can I unsubmit it and replace it with another?" I felt the fear of her response creeping up on me. I bounced my leg anxiously.

"No, your submission was already days behind the others. To take it back and switch now would cause complications and delay the event," she told me.

I took a breath to stifle my anger and blink to push back the tears. "Ok, thank you," I said and left.

I needed to get as far away as possible before I did or said something rash. My ears rang with her denial. My chest tightened at the fact that the dark twisted parts of me would be put on display.

In, I took a breath.
Out, I exhaled. You're okay.

"I'm okay," I repeated out loud. My hand buzzed anxiously at my side.

My meeting with the guidance counsellor had been cancelled due to her absence. It was only three o'clock and I wasn't eager to go home so I found the room Rowen said he would be in. It was in the same area as the school trophies. I remembered passing it during the tour.

I knocked on the locked door, surprised by who opened it.

"Maëile?" I said. She sighed, opening the door wider for me to enter.

"Oh, you poor girl," I heard her whisper under her breath.

The room was the size of the classrooms without the desks. In the center of the room was a pool table and the back wall was covered with books stacked on shelves. They all lounged in cushioned seats.