The next day at school everyone is talking about my dare and how miss popular Claudette actually locked lips with another girl. Kasey and our small group of friends find it hilarious.

I find it annoying.

"Hey, at least it's good talk. It could be Annie talk." Kaley said and I nod at that. My gossip is a hundred times better than what it could be. Plus, I know it'll die down eventually.

Honestly, what I'm worried about isn't what people are saying. It's that one person, in particular, keeps staring.

I've only managed to clash eyes with Noah twice today and I'm hoping to keep it that way. I guess, since I'd refused to kiss him last night, I bruised his ego. The boy has been watching me nonstop. I'm positive if I were any other girl I'd be head over heels happy, but since I am me I just feel like I'm going to puke.

I've managed to hinder any attempts he's made to talk to me by using my friends as shields. It's worked, up until now.

"Well, I never expected you to corner me on my way to the bathroom." I said, annoyance leaking into my voice. Noah stares down at me, arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow and says,

"Well, that was your second mistake."

I raise an eyebrow and mimic his stance as I meet the boys' eyes unflinching.

Boy?

I thought and give a quick shake of my head.

More like a man.

It takes everything I have in me not to let my eyes wander over his body like a starved dog being shown a nice, juicy, stake. I shove my thoughts very far back in my mind as I ask,

"Oh? What was my first?" He smiles at my standoff against him and damn it that smile doesn't make my insides turn to goo as my cheeks heat up.

"Not kissing me."

I roll my eyes at this before they zero in on a smudge on his chin. My brows furrow and, before I can think twice on the matter, I find myself reaching up and running my finger over it. Noah stands still as a statue as I pull my hand away and look over the dirt on my finger.

"Oil?" I look back to Noah meeting his eyes a small smile curves my lips. "Let me guess, playing in that garage of yours on a new car?" His eyes widen at my guess.

"How-"

"It's a well-known fact that you like cars, Noah. Plus, you fixed mine once a while back. I doubt you remember that, though." I chuckle as I tuck some hair behind my ear. When I look back up a small gasp escapes past my lips at the war I see waging behind his light brown eyes and I find myself asking, "What do you want, Noah?"

My question seems to pull him back me and he takes a step closer making me take one back. A Cheshire grin upturns one side of his mouth and I've never felt more like a mouse in my life.

"I want what was taken from me last night. My kiss."

I put on my best tough front and smile back at him which catches the Casanova off guard.

"Dude, I wouldn't kiss you if we were the last two on Earth. Now, get lost because I do need to go to the bathroom." I said, effectively ending the conversation there. At least, I thought I'd effectively ended it. As I pass by, Noah latches onto my wrist. Not with enough force to hurt only to stop. I look back and up into his eyes.

"Sorry, can't let you do that. We've already got other plans."

I raise a curious eyebrow at.

"Care to enlighten me?"

Noah bends down getting way too close for comfort.

"We're going on a date."