Arlo twisted around and ran for it, she couldn't deal anymore, he was everywhere and if he wasn't everywhere he damn sure was on her mind constantly. She couldn't anymore, so, she ran, ran as fast as her feet were willing to take her until she stumbled and hit the ground hard enough to twist her ankle. She swore and scooted over to the wall, where she held her injured ankle. "Fuck." she cried.

"Are you okay?" calm footfall announced Cillian's arrival and she sighed. "You're everywhere! Why are you everywhere? Why can't I get rid of you?!" she gasped when those last words left her mouth and she shook her head, tears prickling her eyes. She couldn't believe what her mouth just spoke.

Cillian didn't make her words get to him instead he dropped his bag and slid down the wall next to her. "If you didn't want me around, then why didn't you say so..." he gazed upon her, "I was going to leave you alone at lunch, but you were the one who stopped me, remember."

She grumbled nonsensically, her ankle throbbing as she sat on the floor with him sitting right next to her.

"I remember... I just. I don't mean to be rude, but you're everywhere I am and it's not just a coincident anymore—it's freaking me out!"

"Because, I'm a murderer, right?"

"Right." she froze, and snapped her head toward him, she kicked herself away with her good leg and was panting like a track runner. Why did she keep saying such offensive things to him?

He chuckled. "Look, believe what you will, but I do hope you don't listen to all those rumors and lies and just believe in them because she said that, or he saw this... all that bullshit talk, is just talk."

She got angry at him and kicked his foot away. "Then what really happened and what did you really do?"

He tilted his head towards her. "Why should I tell you? You don't trust me, so I can't tell you. Do you need help?" he asked when he saw her rub her ankle.

She scoffed and shook her head at the incredulity of his words. "Bug off." she tried to stand, but hissed and stumbled forward. Cillian's long arms reached out and grabbed her before she fell to the floor, but she ended up on his lap and her face went red. "L—let go." She pushed away from him and he tried to stop her from hitting him but her hand met his face before he could stop her. He grabbed her wrist and held her still. She looked forward with a look of pure embarrassment painted on her cheeks, neck and ears. His cheek turned red from her slap, but he didn't seem to react to the sting. "You're always so flustered, why?" she yelped in astonishment and pulled her hands back, she shoved at his chest and tried to resist blushing at his statement. He chuckled, his dimples showing as he looked at her obvious embarrassment. With her hands now free, she had every right to run away but her ankle really did hurt and her eyes were really betraying her as she e at his beautiful face laughing, a tear running down his cheek as her thumb reached to brush it away.

He opened his eyes to see her still there, sitting on his lap and looking lost in thought. He was about to ask her a question, when his words got stolen from him and her lips instead pressed against his. Cillian was shocked. He couldn't believe she kissed him.

Arlo freaked out and acted without thinking, his lips were just as soft as in her daydream, but he wasn't moving under her and her cheeks grew hot as she pulled away. Cillian didn't let her get far before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back in. It was now Arlo's turn to be in disbelief. His lips moved against hers with the skill of an artist, every movement eliciting something new within her. She sighed into their kiss, her eyes slipping shut as her fingers ran through his thick dark hair. His hands on her waist now, where her shirt rode up. His touch burnt her skin as his hands moved up and under her hoodie as he deepened their physical connection.

Arlo felt her body reacting in a way she never knew she could, she wanted to feel his lips on her skin like in her daydream... and as if he heard her thoughts, his lips broke away from hers and attached themselves to her neck, she gasped, clinging onto his jacket as his hand slid to her behind and pulled her in. Arlo lost her sense of discretion as she gave in to the pull of his alluring lips.

Cillian's teeth met her skin and she made a sound so primal it took her a second to recollect her thoughts and she was jarred back to reality and pushed away from his grasp as her back met the cool metal of the opposite standing lockers.

Her heart was in her throat as her pulse raced against her life. Her fingers gripped the front of her hoodie with a death grip. She sat there for a long moment, just watching him, and he was doing the same. His cold blue eyes were unreadable. His lips were puffy and red from their kiss, his tame locks a tangled mess of dark curls from her fingers running through them with intensity of arousal. Her cheeks became inflamed from embarrassment. This had to be another daydream, she told herself, a shaky hand touched soft swollen lips and she gasped in silence, her brown eyes looking back at him.

"It was real..."

"Yes, it was." The silence was deafening. "Do you want me to take you to the nurse or would you rather running away again?" his words stabbed her in the chest as she took the time to realize that this was the second time in a day that she ran away from him. The knife in her chest twisted, had she hurt him with her senseless actions? As if like a reminder, the throbbing ache in her ankle began feeling worse.

She chuckled bitterly and nodded. "Please... if you don't mind."

He began to stand, "we just made out, and I scared you, so I think I owe you." he walked over to her and offered her his hand.

She took it and stood with a cringe that twisted her face. "Sorry, come on." She swung her arm over his shoulder and he bent to pick her up. He lifted her up bride style and bent to swing her bag over his shoulder. Cillian turned to the direction that they came from and began for the nurse's office.