My eyes caught site of a little space between a tall bookshelf and the wall. The bookshelf was filled with cookbooks, food magazines, and a Cooking basics for Dummies book. The bookshelf stood not far from the desk, but it was a good distance from Zeke.

"Valentine, you're acting so childish. Get down here before someone sees you through the window of the door." Zeke's voice was harsh which made me even more furious. I just ignored him.

I went over to the bookshelf and squeezed between the wall and the back of the bookshelf. There was just enough space for me to get down on the floor and bring my knees up to my chest.

I don't get why there's this much space behind the bookshelf, but right now I was thanking God for the space. I buried my face into me knees and silently cried. This is the most scariest situation I've ever been in. The second most terrifying situation I was in was when I was in that car accident a couple years ago.....

I heard another gunshot from the hallway along with a high pitch screech. More screams followed suit along with more gunshots.

I sunk further into my spot and let out a tiny yelp. It sounded as if it was moving closer. I clenched my eyes very tightly. I sucked in and released a shaky breath. I took off my glasses and started cleaning the lenses from tear droplets with the bottom of my hoodie.

I slipped my glasses back on and jumped when I heard yet another set of cries.

"Valentine?" Zeke whispered.

"What?" I snapped back.

"Are you okay?" Zeke asked with concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine." I replied coldly.

I heard footsteps and a shadow coming towards me. I sucked in a breath. I sunk further down into my spot, hoping that whoever was there to kill me wouldn't notice me here.

I was about to scream when the shadowy figure appeared before me, but a wash of relief flowed through me when my eyes met with a pair of familiar brown ones.

"What do you want? You're going to give away my hiding spot, idiot."

His jaw clenched, but he shook his head and ignored what I said. A gunshot echoed again. Zeke cringed with fear. My heart started beating even faster because it sounded a lot closer than the other one.

"Please come back under the desk." he begged.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

His eyes left mine and he ducked his head so that I wouldn't be able to see his face. "Because."

"Awwwww. Is Zeke afraid?" I taunted with the little bit of courage I had left. Honestly, I was freaking out too. Every time I hear a gunshot, I feel like I am going to shit my pants. I just wanted to give him a hard time.

He mustered a scoff and looked back up at me with narrowed eyes. "No." he protested. "I know that you're a baby and I don't want to hear you crying because its annoying."

I rolled my eyes. But I stood up anyways. I know the real reason why he wants me to come back. He's scared and he feels alone when I'm not there. I know that because I was thinking the same thing. I didn't want to get up and move, but I had a point to prove.

I made my way from my spot and stepped out into the open where Zeke stood there. I tilted my head to look up at him with an annoying look. He towered over me like a Great Dane does to a Chihuahua.

He's like a good head and a half taller than me.

He flashed me a smirk, but it quickly got wiped off his face when another gunshot exploded.

Holy Hell! How many students and teachers are these damn people going to kill?

I felt a warm hand grip mine. My eyes snapped down and saw that Zeke's enormous hand was holding holding my tiny one. His hand was soft and rough at the same time. It felt weird against mine, but it sent shivers through my body. I've never held a guys hand before.

Well except for my father's, but that doesn't count.

I felt heat rise up to my cheeks and I focused my eyes to the floor because I didn't want to let him see that he was affecting me.

He gently pulled me back over to the desk and we both crawled under it. I sat back down in my little corner and he went to his, but he never let go of my hand for some reason.

We both stayed silent as we continued to hear the cries from our fellow classmates. I could feel the tears as they continuously rolled down my cheeks. Is Calla alright?

What if she's dead? What if those bastards shot her?

"Do you think our friends are alright?" my voice is shaky because I'm trying so hard not to cry again.

Zeke shifted in his spot and his brown eyes looked up at my curious yet scared ones. His bottom lip rolled into his mouth. My eyes zeroed in on his lip movement. I couldn't help but notice how soft and plump his pale lips looked.

I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks start to heat up. My brown hair fell in my face. I bit my lip nervously, hoping that he didn't catch me staring at his lips.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Like 15 minutes ago we were yelling at each other with pure hatred!!!

"I don't know..." he mumbled. He gave my hand a light squeeze. I looked down at our hands and mentally smiled. I don't know why, but I felt a tingle of happiness jolt through my body. I tried to shake away these thoughts but they just keep on appearing in my mind.

It's so freaking annoying!

"Zeke, why do we fight?" I blurted out before I could even think.

Stupid Valentina! Stupid Valentina!

I didn't even bother looking up because I didn't want to see his expression. He's probably scowling or looking at me with discuss. He's probably going to say something like: 'Because you are annoying' or 'Because you're a freak'. Something along the lines of that.

Zeke didn't answer my question but sighed instead. I pulled my hand out of his hold and brought it up to my chest with my other one.

"I shouldn't have asked. I realized why. It's because you're an arrogant, incompetent ass." I muttered more to myself but I knew he heard.

"And you're a skank." he snapped back. I felt my heart clench at his words, but I knew that I deserved that because I am one. I called him an ass, so it's only fair he calls me names too.

"You don't know me." I stated while crossing my arms across my chest. Just when we were getting comfortable around each other, we ruin it by starting up another fight. I would just ignore him, but my pride is too high for that.

He leaned forward until his face was inches away from mine. "You don't know me either, girly." His minty breath fanned my face and tickled my nose. His smell radiated off of him and his scent flooded through my nose.

I inhaled it. He smelled like cologne and cinnamon. His scent was addicting but I stopped inhaling so that I wouldn't look like a freak.

I reached up and pushed him back. "Get out of my face. Haven't you heard of a space bubble? Probably not because of how stupid you are. Anyways, you just invaded mine." 

His eyes darkened. "Like you're little miss perfect." he scoffed. "I bet your life is so perfect."

"My life isn't perfect. Its anything but perfect!" Now I was shouting as tears sprung my eyes.

"Are you going to go cry on your mommy and daddy?" he taunted with a smirk.

"Shut the hell up." My jaw clenched.

"Touch a nerve?" He smirked.

Before I could do anything, my clenched fist made contact with his jaw. He grunted as the side of his face hit the desk, causing a thud noise to echo throughout the room.

He turned his head back at me and glowered. A bruise was starting to form on his jaw where I punched him and his cheek where the desk hit him. Serves him right for bring my mother into this.

"My mother is dead you bastard!" I shouted at him. I didn't realize how loud I shouted until Zeke quickly leaned over and covered my mouth with his hand. His legs were spread apart over my legs, giving an opportunity to get him off of me.

I bit down on his hand like a wild animal. "Owww! F-" I brought my leg up and kicked his manhood before shoving him off of me.

"Don't touch me!"

Zeke sat back while clutching his area with his hands. "You need to stop kicking me here." he muttered under his breath.

I huffed. "Well it's your fault. You brought my dead mother into our stupid argument so you kinda asked for it, plus you were harassing me you idiot."

"Like I said before, I would never harass you." he protested. "And I didn't know your mother was dead." The last part he said in a soft voice. His eyes held guilt when he spoke.

"Well that's why you should keep your mouth shut." I replied coldly.

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Geez....I swear Valentina and Zeke are so fickle. They fight, then they communicate like normal people, and then they fight again.

I'm sorry this chapter isn't very good. I don't know what to do. I don't want much things to happen in each chapter so that I can have more chapters for this story, so I try to do a lot of dialogue.

Please comment and vote! Please give me suggestions for this story!!! Later my little awesome nerds! <3 <3 <3

~Cheezlover ^-^