Blue Monday, how I hate blue Monday. I was sitting on the bus, on my way to the Institute with McCartney. He, as usual, was sitting in the back seat with a girl, sucking her face out. I talked to my friends and just watched out the window the familiar, short path until we arrived.

"Hello, George." I greeted my friend, smiling.

"Heya, Bella!" George said back.

"We having lunch together?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Of course!" He said. We made our way into the building together. "How'd the move go?" He asked.

"Oh, well, you know fine, but I hate that I'm living with Paul now." Bella sighed. "You know, today's my second day around and he already managed to piss me off."

"How so?" George asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I specifically said I was about to shower and the moment I went to my room to grab my clothes he came out of his room, locked himself in the bathroom, and took an hour showering." She frowned as she told George what had happened. "And he also finished the hot water."

"Yeah, that is not good." George agreed. "Don't worry, Bella, someday he will get over himself."

"I can only hope for the best and expect the worst." George laughed. "Well, anyway, see you at lunch."

"See ya!" George said and headed to his locker. Bella did the same and then walked over to her own.

The bell rang and the hall was quickly cleared out. "Shit." She muttered, she was going to be late to her physics class and the teacher already hated her. She hurried to get what she needed out and after putting some of her stuff in her bag she closed the locker door. She jumped lightly dropping the books she still had in her arms when she turned and saw Paul leaning against the other lockers, waiting for her.

"What on earth is wrong with you?!" Her hand went to her chest as she tried to normalize her breathing.

"Am I really so ugly?" The foolish grin on his face made Bella want to punch him.

"Seriously, what do you want?" She kneeled to pick up the books and Paul got down next to her to help her, something unusual.

"Stop stealing me, mates." He said as he picked up some loose pages that had fallen out of her books.

"If you are talking about George, I met him first, so shut up." He chuckled and gave her one of her notebooks with the pages he'd picked up inside. She watched as he placed them gently on her hand. When she looked up at his face, it just took a second for him to give her a peck on the lips.

Her eyes widened. As fast as he had kissed her, he got up and walked away. Arabella was speechless. Automatically, she scolded herself for having liked the spontaneity of it. She shook her head and rushed towards her class.

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"Math: Mental Abuse To Humans." Arabella thought. It was her last class of the day and she couldn't wait to leave. She tapped her pencil on her desk trying to ignore whatever the teacher was saying. She rolled her eyes and suddenly raised her hand.

"Ms. Johnson?" The teacher asked.

"May I go to the bathroom?" She asked. He looked at her strangely.

"Yes, sure, go." He said arching his eyebrow. She left the classroom quickly; she was starting to get a headache from listening to him.

Paul was in the hallway when he saw Arabella walking towards the bathroom. He followed her and she was about to turn right when he pulled her from behind into the janitor's closet. She struggled against his grip and managed to turn around. Paul was smirked at her. Right then was when she noticed he was still holding her by the waist.

"Get off of me, you creep!" Bella quickly tried to push him away, yet he was strong.

"Come on! I know you like me, and I like you, so I don't see what the fuss is all about." He bit his lip and his face got closer to hers. He stared right into her eyes, waiting for her to protest to what he was saying... but she didn't. Her breathing became heavy as he got closer and closer until his lips met hers.

Arabella was shocked, her eyes widened at the feeling of her lips against his. Without even thinking about what she was doing she relaxed and kissed back. She brought one of her hands up behind his neck to pull him in closer and with the other one she laced her fingers around his hair. Being the first time they actually kissed, they went slow in the beginning.

Moments later, his hands tightened on her waist making her let out a small gasp as she opened her mouth slightly. He took this as a sign and licked her lower lip before introducing his tongue into her mouth. She felt a similar flutter in her lower stomach when he did this and she pulled on his hair, making him groan against her lips.

He started getting agitated, wanting more. He moved his hands down from her waist and onto the hem of her shirt. When she felt his fingers slipping beneath her shirt she came to her senses.

"What the fuck, Paul?!" Arabella pulled away from his lips and her hands went to his chest to stop him.

"What? Do not tell me you weren't enjoying that!" He looked confused as she glared at him. Without saying a word, she walked out of the room and Paul went after her. "Arabella please, stop." She turned around sharply when he grabbed her arm.

"No, okay?! Just don't, you're a fucking player." She let the words out furiously. "I won't be your girl of the week that you see behind your girlfriend's back, cause that's what you do, you go around cheating on Emily with every girl you can and I won't be a part of it." Arabella turned around to walk away when she heard his voice again.

"You know, I may be with her but that doesn't mean I want her."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She said sharply, turning around. Paul just shrugged and walked away. She was left feeling confused at his words and angry at his behavior. She should've known that nothing good ever came from being around or talking to him.