Since it was the first day of school, we didn't have to change into our gym uniforms; however it was offered that you could play basketball if you wanted. Normally I would have played since there's no better place to get guys attention than kicking their ass in a sport, but today I didn't want to be anywhere near Jacob.

I sat on the very tippy top of the bleachers by myself. Well, there were other people on the bleachers. Like prissy girls who refuse to do anything physica, so I wasn't alone-alone, just not talking to anyone and texted Peyton; in between texts I'd watch Tyler play basketball. He wasn't great, but he was a lot better than all the other kids on the "Not so great players" side of the court. I really did try to focus on Tyler, but my eyes sometimes slipped, entirely without my consent, towards Jacob, who played on the "Great players" side of the court. It was hard to say anything bad about him on the court. His dribble was always perfectly in sync with his steps; his aim was impeccable; and when he blocked, he blocked.

Omg Robs history is sooo boring. Teacher has sweat spots ech.

- Peyton

Sorry 2 hear that. Gym is alright, Jacob=show off

-Robs

I like how I didn't bring him up nd you talked bout him ;)

- Peyton

Shut up! That's my reason y I h8 him. Show offs sux

- Robs

That stupid!

- Peyton

No your stupid. I get this really weird vibe off him

-Robs

"Who you texting?"

I jumped at the sudden voice letting go of my phone. Before I could look at who I was going to kill later I heard a horrible sound. My beautiful cell phone... droping onto the dirty, dusty, spider-infested behind-the-bleacher floor. Grrr.

"You dumb fuck!" I screamed starring in between the bleacher cracks, looking at the tiny square light shining up at me.

"Are you going to make a habit out of calling me names? Or were you talking to yourself?"

"Jacob..." I growled under my breath, turning to face him. "Do you see what you did? And for what? To be nosy and ask a question?"

"I guess you could call it a nosy question. But actually I was just trying to be friendly. Would you like me to go get your phone?" he said with sincerity, already getting up.

"No. I'll get it; I don't want you touching my phone." I got up as well and followed him down the bleachers.

"It's okay, I won't read your messages, I feel bad, so I'll get it. If it's broken I'll buy you a new one."

"You better!!" We began racing down the bleachers. I sat directly in the middle of the bleachers, therefore I could watch both good and bad basketball games, so when we reached the bottom I ran to the right and he ran to left. Thankfully I'm on the track team, so I'll get there first. I was already snaking around all the electrical apparatuses' when he showed up at the other end.

"You can't beat me!" I called to him

"No, but I can try," even in the darkness I could already see That Damn Smirk creeping across his face. What is this joke?!?!?

I looked up to see where my backpack was, since that would tell me where my phone would have fallen. Huh. I could of sworn it was closer his way...I looked back in front of me, only to see Jacob standing still. His face was illuminated by a light blue light... My phone!!!!

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"You got a new message, I'm reading it." He said it so blasé, as if he wasn't invading my privacy.

"Who said you could do that?!" I raced towards him.

"You did. When I said I won't read your messages, you then said "You better." So I am."

I rethought past conversation.

"It's okay, I won't read your messages, I feel bad, so I'll get it. If it's broken I'll buy you a new one."

"You better!!"

Of course he'd take that the wrong way! But anyone with half a brain would know I meant he better buy me new one.

"It's from a "Peyton" is that a boy or a girl"

"Gir-" wait why am I telling him this, "Give me my phone or I'll sue you for invasion of privacy!"

"The text says, "your just making up that vibe thing to hide the fact you've been smitten by him.' Then there's a winky face. Smitten by who?"

"Why do you care? Give me my fucking phone!" I plunged for my phone but he just raised it above his head.

"Cussing will get you nowhere. If you tell me, I'll give it to you."

"It's my phone. I don't have to tell you shit!"

"Here we go with the cussing!" he started leaning against the wall, still holding my phone high.

"Oh my god!" I stood on my tippy toes, trying to get closer to my phone.

"I like this position," he said in a velvety voice. Only then did I realize our bodies were pressed against each other and our lips were inches from each other. I could use this to my advantage...

Our lips touched, by my will, and I slowly lowered myself so that I was standing flat on my feet. Both of my hands got tangled in his surprisingly soft hair. He got really into the kiss after a few seconds, and I took my chance. I crept one of my hands back up to the hand that held my phone, and slowly wrapped my fingers around the electronic device. As soon as I felt him lick my lip I tugged hard on the phone...but his hand came with it. Damn him!

"You think a kiss can distract me?"

"No, I was hoping. It works in all the movies." I wiped my hand across my lips, trying to get the repulsive feeling of someone else's salvia off my lips. Gross.

"So I think you might as well tell me who you're smitten by."

"Oh really? Why do you say that?"

"Well you just got a kiss out of it."

"You mean you got a kiss."

"Oh trust me, I'm sure that kiss meant more to you than me."

My eyes widened. Did he really know that was my first?

"Tyler." I replied defeated. Well, more embarrassed if anything. Here I am, a junior, never had a boyfriend, never had a kiss. Sad.

"You're smitten over Tyler Kravits?" although I wondered how he knew Ty's last name, now was not the time to ask. "That would explain why you stared at him all period." I nodded slowly in agreement.

"But I don't believe you."

"Wha-?" how could he...

"I went through your Sent box. Your smitten over me." He said with a smug grin. It was nice to see something other than That Damn Smirk.

"You nosy bitch!"

"So you are smitten?" a sly grin replaced the smug grin.

"No I'm not! God. I just met you!"

"And what about this "vibe" you get, why do you get that?" His new tone made it feel like I was being interrogated by a detective, not a fellow peer.

"Because you're a weirdo!"

"But you said so yourself, you just met me. I think we should try and be friends, it wouldn't hurt."

I looked at him with an extremely confused face. Was he being serious? "I guess it wouldn't hurt." His face lit up, but I couldn't help but feel it was false. So I added, "Under one condition. You must believe me when I say I'm not smitten by you."

He rolled his eyes but nodded. "We should probably get from behind these bleachers or else people will start thinking things." We started walking towards the bleacher opening when I remembered something.

"Phone?"

"Oh yeah," he passed it to me and kept walking.

Humph. I was kind of hoping for a smart ass comment or another game of catch the phone. Maybe this friendship thing is a bad idea...a boring idea...

-SECRET PERSON POV-

I watched The Target emerge from under the bleachers with The Variable. He will make my mission much harder, but I'm positive I can do it. I just hope he hasn't won her trust already. I'm sure I can turn her on him; she already doesn't feel comfortable around him...Damn, I wish I got closer to know what went on under those bleachers! Oh well. Treakle, you will succumb to me. Sooner than you think.

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