The song is Me, Myself, & I. Sorry if this chapter is crappy and short. I want to have at least 15 chapters for this story so I need to expand the plot and add more dialogue. So please give me feedback and comment and vote. 

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"No, its fine." I sighed. "It's my turn." I said quickly, trying to change the subject. Zeke studied my face for a couple more seconds before complying.

"Ok..."

"What's your favorite movie?" I asked him.

He tapped his chin and began to think of his answer. "I liked the movie Deadpool. It was pretty good. I went to see it three times."

I chuckled. "That movie was hilarious." It's true. That movie was so good. Marvel didn't disappoint me.

"What about you? What's your favorite movie?" He asked as he scooted closer to me.

I shrugged. "Um....I don't really know." I paused for a second, trying to come up with a random movie that I liked. I didn't really watch movies besides the ones that Dylan O'Brien or Logan Lerman starred in, because lets face it, they are hot sexy gods who I can stare at my whole life without getting bored.

"I guess I'll have to go with The First Time." I replied.

"Didn't that movie have that guy from The Maze Runner?" Zeke asked.

"Dylan O'Brien." I correct in annoyance. No one, I repeat. No. One. Forgets Dylan's name.

Zeke rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm more sexy than he is. I could probably get more fangirls than he could."

I choked on a laugh. Pssssh. He couldn't even get a tenth of the girls that are obsessed with Dylan O'Brien. He could only get the majority of the female population at this messed up school. "Yeah right. Dylan is a hundred times better looking than you could ever be."

He leaned forward with a smirk. "Guess we're going to have to test that theory, huh?" He whispered. I brought my hand up and shoved his face away from me.

He chuckled while I stared at him angrier. "Shut up." I muttered under my breath.

"Come on." he teased while grabbing my chin with his enormous hands. "Don't be such a baby. I bet you've never kissed anyone." He laughed at his own joke meanwhile I'm sitting at him with a scowl. My eyes sent daggers at him as he was laughing really hard.

His laughing was cut short when he saw my face. My lips were pressed into a tight line and my eyes narrowed at him. "Oh." he muttered.

It was silent until he gasped really loudly. "You've never kissed someone before?" He asked, shock written all over his face.

I rolled my eyes at him while I looked down at my lap. Zeke gently tilted my head back up so that I would look at him. "Have you ever considered trying it?"

I averted my gaze from him. The thought of my first kiss has crossed my mind numerous times but I've never dated or got close to males, so I wouldn't know. "No...." I mumbled.

"Do you want to try it? Just so that you could see what you're missing out on." he suggested while rubbing my cheek with the pad of his thumb. I couldn't say anything. My words were caught in my throat.

He wanted to kiss me?

No he just wants to give you the experience.

He lightly touched my bottom lip with his thumb. He shifted so that he was closer to me. He positioned himself so that he was kneeling in front of me. He scooted closer so that he lightly straddled me lower stomach area.

I don't even know what's going on. Shit, this isn't how this works.

When I felt him against me, a whole completely new feeling overcame me. His hands cupped the back of my neck. The palms of my hands became sweaty as they pressed against the linoleum floor. My heart started beating erratically as he leaned forward. It felt like my heart was going to jump right out of my chest.

His brown eyes stared at me. He moved closer. So close that I could feel his nose lightly brushing the tip my mine. My back was up against the desk and my legs shifted underneath him.

"Are you ready?" he asked. His minty, hot breath fanned my face and tickled my nose. I didn't say anything because I didn't know what to say.

He dipped his head low so that his lips were barely brushing my own parted lips.

A loud gun shot echoed throughout the whole building. The sound flowed through my ears. Both Zeke and I jumped, hitting our head under the desk and hitting our foreheads against each other. We both groaned out in pain.

Zeke fell forward and his face landed in between my boobs. I shrieked at the feeling of his face on my chest. I shoved him off of me, but he was too heavy. I tried sitting up, but I ended up kneeing him in the balls.

He grunted and fell back on top of me. He tried pushing himself up, but the palms of his hands ended up cupping my boobs. My cheeks heated up and his head snapped up as he mumbled a 'sorry'. I couldn't help but notice a slit tint of pink on his cheeks.

His hands were still on my breasts as he stared down at me. "Should finish what we started?" he asked in a husky whisper.

I swallowed with a shudder. But the more rational side of me got the best of me. "You wish." I said, shaking my head.

A frown etched on his face and disappointment and hurt flashed across his eyes but it quickly went away just as fast as it appeared. He cleared his throat and quickly got off of me. When he sat down on his butt, he rubbed his hands together and scratched the back of his head.

"Good, I didn't want to kiss you anyways." he spat in disgust. I felt my heart clench and my stomach fall. Before today I would've just laughed and said that I didn't care because I didn't give a shit, but now, it just pisses me off.

His words hurt.

"I didn't want to kiss you either. I wouldn't want to waste my first kiss with someone like you." I shot back.

"Someone like me? What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I want my first kiss to be with someone I care about. I want it to mean something. Not some wasted, disgusting, short kiss with the school's bad boy and the person I hate the most in this world." The words flew out of my mouth before I could hold them in. I cringed at the very last word I said. I didn't mean to sound so bitchy, but it was the truth.

Zeke stared at me in shock. "Zeke.....I-"

"Stop. I wouldn't want to kiss someone like you. A nerd. A freak. Someone who doesn't let loose and forget about the world." he gritted out.

We both fell into silence. I looked down at my lap. Well this is awkward.....

"So umm..." I cleared my throat, "When was your first kiss?"

He stared at me for a couple of seconds with his mouth slightly parted. "When I was 14." he answered. "I was at homecoming freshmen year and I kissed my date in the middle of the slow dance."

"Awwww, that's so cliche." I cooed with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes at me and tried to hide the smile that was trying to make an appearance.

A high pitched scream sounded from out in the hallway. The smirk on my face faded and that was when I remembered the situation we were in and all of my happiness vanished. We were in a situation where we could possibly die.

"Zeke?" my voice was shaky. Another gunshot made me jump a little.

"Yeah?"

"When do you think they'll leave?"

"I don't know." he replied. I shook my head, not saying a word. I felt his warm hand grasp mine. He gave it a tight squeeze. "But I do know that we will be fine and no one will find us."

I turned my head to look at him. A wave of assurance filled me when I saw the look in his eyes.

The look that said 'we're going to be just fine'.

But I still couldn't get rid of that sickly feeling deep down in my stomach. The feeling that you knew something bad was going to happen.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the desk. This is so scary. If only there was a way to-

I gasped while I sat up suddenly, bumping my head against the table. I ignored the throbbing pain on the top of my head and stared at Zeke with wide eyes. 

"What?" he questioned with worry. 

"Oh. My. God! We are so stupid! Why didn't I think of this before!" I exclaimed. 

Ignoring his confused expression, I slid my hand into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. I looked at the top left portion of my screen. Great, there's no service in this shitty room. 

"Shit." I muttered under my breath. 

I turned to the side and punched the desk with my fist, leaving a dent in the mahogany desk. I ignored the splinters that pricked my knuckles and I let out a frustrated groan. 

Zeke stared at the dent with his mouth slightly gaped. 

"There's no service in this room. We could've called the police if there was." I gritted out angrily. 

His mouth formed an 'o' shape as he realized what I was thinking. 

"Damn it." I grumbled when I felt something sticky ooze out of the cuts on my knuckles. Stupid desk. I looked down at the crimson liquid that slowly began spreading across my tanned skin. 

Zeke leaned forward and grabbed my phone. I was about to protest, but he pressed the flashlight button to turn it on. The light blared in my face, causing me to squint and hiss. I reached up, with my good hand, and shoved the phone out of my face. "Can you point that somewhere else? You don't just grab someone's phone and blind them in the face with the flashlight." 

"Shut up." He crawled out from under the table and stood up. 

"Where are you going?" I asked as I watched him fix his leather jacket. 

"I'm going to fine a first aid kit or some tissues so that we could clean your hand before it gets infected." he informed me as he walked away, searching through drawers and cabinets. 

I sunk down when I heard a few more gunshots. Gosh, how many more people are going to die? These people need to chill the hell out. 

A couple minutes later, Zeke's shadow was casting over me. I glanced up as he knelt down and crawled under the desk next to me. He had a white box with a red cross in his hand. He placed the box on his lap and opened it up. 

There were cleaning alcohol bottles, bandages of all sizes, cotton balls, cotton swabs, and some other first aid things that I didn't know the names of. He pulled out a couple cotton balls and poured alcohol on one of them. 

He made a move towards my hand but I quickly moved away. I knew what that stuff would do and supposedly it hurt like hell. 

Zeke smirked at me. "Awww come on. I will protect you from this little cotton ball." he teased in a high-pitched voice. I grumbled a few curse words before scooting closer to him and moving my hand towards his. 

He gently took my hand and brought the cotton ball to my cuts. He started dabbing them carefully. I bit back a cry as I felt the alcohol as it soaked into my cuts. I bit my bottom lip so hard to the point of me tasting copper on my tongue. 

A few minutes later, all the blood on my hand was gone and all that was left were the cuts that the splinters left. 

"There you go." he flashed me a smile, showing off his pearly white teeth. God, his teeth are so perfect. It's not fair. How is it even possible to have teeth that perfect. His hair is perfect too even though I can't really see a lot of it. Little bits of his silky black his poked out from underneath his black beanie while in the front of him his hair stuck out, covering a little bit of his forehead. And then those plump, peach lips- 

My eyes widened in realization. 

shit.

Was I checking him out? 

My heart started rapidly beating. I was checking out Zeke Anderson, the badboy of Seaside High. 

Oh gosh........WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??????