Wow. This class was so excruciatingly boring.

I took notes of what the teacher was writing on the board, but that didn't mean that I was really paying attention.

I honestly couldn't care less what Mr. Baxter was saying. It's like the third time he's had to reexplain the Pythagorean's Theorem.

I learned this in eighth grade. Now I'm in a grade twelve class and people still don't know this.

Wow people really can be that stupid.

My mind began to wander as I quit taking notes.

How had my life been flipped upside down in the matter of only a few months?

My dad lost his job. Two almost complete strangers moved in to my house. I had gotten in to a relationship almost as fast as I got out of it. My best friend was pregnant with our best friend's brother's baby. And I was starting to catch feelings for a guy that I live with that has absolutely no interest in me.

A wave of emotions started to flood over me.

I was confused.

I was scared.

I was upset.

And I felt so terrified.

I'm not sure why, all of a sudden these emotions crashed in to me. But I felt the lump in my throat.

I tried to swallow it, but I started to feel the prickle of tears in my eyes.

I raised my hand up in the air.

"Yes Miss Scott?" The teacher asked.

"May I go to the washroom?"

He nodded.

I stood from my seat and left the classroom.

My pace quickened as I headed for the bathroom.

The salty tears spilled from my eyes, as I turned the corner.

The third floor of the school only had one bathroom.

And it was far from my geometry class.

As I turned the corner I bumped in to someone.

"Sorry." I muttered not even looking up at who it was.

"Hey," They said, grabbing my elbow so I couldn't walk away. "What's wrong Ashlyn?"

I looked up in to his grey eyes.

Great, Caiden had to see me like this.

"Nothing." I replied, wiping the mascara from my face.

"Well that's a lie." He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me towards the teacher bathroom.

Opening the door, he grabbed my by the waist and picked my up. Gently he set me on the sink counter.

He grabbed a paper towel and handed it to me.

I sniffled as I cleaned the makeup off my face.

"Now," He stood in front of me his tattooed hand leaning on the counter. "What's wrong?"

I thought for a moment.

"I-I don't really know. It's just like everything and nothing." I tried to explain.

"It's just like so much is happening and it just sunk in and I don't know what to do. Everything is a huge disaster-" I quit rambling when his hand covered mine.

He rubbed a tear away from under my eye with his thumb.

For a second I thought, maybe, I saw his eyes flicker to my lips.

But I know I did see him lick his lips, and bite his bottom one.

"You're gonna be alright. Okay?" He held my chin with his thumb and finger.

I nodded.

He picked me back up and set me down on my feet.

"Thanks Caiden."

He smiled.

Just before I left to head back to class, I stood up on my tip toes. I put my right hand on his shoulder.

Lightly I pressed my lips to his cheek, then before he could see how red my face was, I left.

I bit back a smile as I rushed to class.

Most of my worries had subsided.

Until I remembered that I'd have to get a ride home with Caiden today.

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"Why are you so smiley all of a sudden?" Ayla nudged me.

I shrugged, the smile still huge on my face.

"Oh, no, no, no. You gotta tell me. You can't just pretend that nothing happened."

I sigh. Leaning over to her ear I whispered.

"I might've kissed Caiden. It was only on the cheek though."

Her face brightened up and a smirk spread across it.

"You kissed him on the cheek?"

"Mmhmm"

"Well, what did he do? What did he say? Are you gonna kiss him again?"

"I don't know. I kissed him, then I left before he could say anything."

"Ladies," Mrs. Mathew spoke. "Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

"No ma'am." We replied in unison.

She went back to teaching.

Chemistry was one of my fav classes but Mrs. Mathew wasn't my favorite teacher.

She even made us put our phones at the front of the class.

I tore a piece of paper from my notebook.

'I sorta had a meltdown in the hallway and he helped me out, then as a thank you, I kissed him.' I wrote.

I slipped her the paper and pen.

As she read it the smirk spread across her face once more.

She slipped the paper back to me

'Maybe you should have another meltdown when your parents aren't home. And you can thank him again. ;).

I rolled my eyes.

'I like him, but I wanna take it slow. But he probably doesn't like me anyway.'

The thought that Caiden didn't like me felt terrible. It made the butterflies die and my heart sink.

It was a very similar feeling to when Brogan wouldn't pay attention to me. When he said he was hanging out with his friends but really he was sleeping with other girls.

But Caiden and I weren't dating. And honestly I don't think he's been sleeping with other people lately.

But his sex life really isn't any of my business.

My heart hoped that he wasn't going around, but if the rumors were true his body count was pretty high up.

'Oh I'm pretty sure he likes you Lyn, he's the one that made the first move.'

I read the note and smiled.

She was right.

A/N: This book is getting close to an end. But I hope you guys are enjoying it anyway.

~Grace 🍒