Nicholas:

I raced through the halls, partly because I was late and partly because I wanted to see, if mitchie was truly there.

I skidded to a stop, in front of the class, opening the door slightly, my eyes found mitchie's. She was looking away from Jerry and blushing like a fool.
I frowned.

After getting detention from Mr Lawrence, I slipped into his class, without him realizing I wasn't actually supposed to be there.

I took the only free seat, at the back of the class, to my utter disappointment, far away from mitchie and Jerry.

I was itching with curiosity as I could see her constantly leaning over to him and returning to her seat with pink ears and stained cheeks. I fingered my pen, constantly twirling it in my hand.
I was never as relieved to hear the loud clang of the bell as I was today. I waited until she packed all her things, then I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the class room. In my annoyance, I only registered the small "oomph" sound she made as I pulled her through the throngs of people.

When the janitors closet was firmly locked, I turned my hopefully intimidating gaze on her, the smell of disinfectant filling our noses.
She looked confused and then squirmish under my gaze.

"Where were you!"

She flinched and looked away from me .

"I-i don't know what you mean. "

I banged my fist on the wall beside her head.
" Answer me dammit! Do you know how worried I was, finding a dead body that looks creepily like you. "

"I'm sorry? "
She asked, tilting her head.

I resisted the urge to yell again and instead asked "And what's going on with you and Jerry. You've been blushing all morning. "

She turned even redder and her hands quickly touched her lips.

"I was not"
She defended, like a child.

"Why do you keep touching your lips."
I asked suspiciously. As if that was even possible, she turned redder, to the tips of her ears.

"N-nothing"
She quickly said.

"What happened yesterday! I know you were there. "

At this, I knew I had her. She settled onto a bucket with a sigh.

"I went out for some fresh air and then I saw the dead woman, I was scared, so I tried to run and I hit my head on a tree. Jerry found me and then he took me to his home and and then when I woke up, I told him what happened and then I ate a-and then he-......"

She stopped abruptly and she was blushing Again.

"And then he did what! "
I yelled, causing her to jerk up from her bucket.

"He.... He um,he was wiping some of the hair from face and I guess he was still a bit hungry, cause then he um tasted my lips. "

I frowned... Tasted her lips? What does that even- oh!.

I punched the wall as the realization clicked in.

"And you let him!"

"There was really nothing I could do, he apologized and he tasted nice too. "
She said, with an eager smile.

"Tasted nice? Bloody hell! Let's see if he tasted as nice as this "
I proclaimed, before grabbing her face and locking my lips with hers. At first, I poured out my anger into the kiss, then my worry and frustration. Then I just took it slow, long, passionate. Telling her the things I'd never say to her face, the things I'd never admit to myself. I kissed her like I needed her life force to survive. In a way....maybe.

We broke away, our heavy breathing the only audible thing in the small room.

"How did that taste"
I sneered.

In response, she leaned up and with a violence I didn't know she had, pushed me back and descended upon me with her hot, hungry lips.

This time, it was fast, she trying to express her newly found knowledge, while fighting for dominance at the same time.

We pulled away, hungry for air again.

"W-what was that"
She stammered.

I smiled
"A kiss, sweetheart"

"Can I taste your lips more? "
She asked innocently.

I looked at her, startled, then nodded.
"Did you like it? "

"That was better than that ice cream thing that aunt Layla buys me. "

I chuckled.

"Better than Jerry?" I asked, placing a feather like kiss behind her ear.

"Yes"
She said without thinking and It brought a smug smile to my face.

"And every other guy? "
I kissed her lower jaw.

"I have never lip tasted before. Jerry was the first. "
She answered, sighing.

I pulled back, surprised. She was looking up at me with big innocent eyes that gave my heart a twinge.

Without thinking  I wrapped my arms around her, placing a kiss in her forehead. She slowly but surely wrapped her hands around my waist.

"For some reason, there seems to be a serial killer after blondes so please be safe. "
I murmured softly into her hair.

"I was worried."
I whispered.

She pushed me back, her eyes taking a haunted look.

"Somebody else is dead?"
She gasped.

"No" I frowned.

She sighed and I suddenly noticed how tired she really looked.

"I'll be over at your house by five for the tutoring, if you still want to"
I asked, expecting to see various emotions like gratitude, joy, maybe even anger that I made her wait this long. But all I see is fear.

"Um yeah thanks, I-i need to go."
She said before she ran out.

I stood there  looking puzzled. I finally gather my thoughts and made my way out of the closet, coming in contact with an empty hall way.

Two hours. I've been waiting for Mitchell freaking kale for two hours. I fell asleep on the couch out of boredom.

The feather like touch on my face was disturbing, I wriggled my nose, but it still persisted, leading to an itch on my face. I moved my hand, to scratch my itching face, only for me to feel wet sticky goo on my face. I jerked up quickly, squinting my eyes against the goo and bright light and adjusting my ears to the laughter that was coming from around me. I used my other hand to wipe my eyes clean and I came face to face with the three spawns of Satan. Simeon and  his siblings. I was about to yell at them, when I noticed their laughter died and they were staring at something. No someone. The only one still laughing loudly, without a care. Her green eyes were closed and she was clutching her stomach, her expression being one of pure joy.
Despite my self, I smiled.

She noticed everywhere was quiet and she opened her eyes, her laughter dying down.

"What. Why are you staring at me?"
She chuckled nervously.

"We've just never heard you laugh before. I was starting to think that mad house made you not right in the head. "

She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes.

Mad house?  I guess I'd have to ask her later.

I cleared my throat, alerting them of my presence.

"Uh oh"
Simon said.

"Run!"
They all yelled in unison as I chased after them, their squeals carrying around the house.
I laughed along as I chased them around the house, for a fleeting moment, feeling happy.

"What's the log then?"
I asked mitchie.
We were sitting on her bed, with the doors open, because Mrs O'Brien said she didn't trust study groups, while laughing and winking at us.
She thought for a moment.
"25?"
She asked.

I shook my head.
"0.25"

She pouted.
"I'm tired, can we try again tomorrow? I want to do more of that lip tasting"
She stated, leaning closer to me.

I gulped and my cheeks were stained a bit red. She had been hounding me about it and at any other time, I would not have objected but you learn to be careful with an over eager aunt hovering over you.

"Uh. Now? "
I asked dumbly. She nodded, pushing me back to the head board as she moved closer.

Her lips hovered above mine, her eyes closed, she leaned in for the final dive, when somebody cleared their throat. I quickly pushed her back, hitting my head in the process.

"Get a room you two. "
Tessa yelled from the door way, with a smirk.

"What did you just say? "
Was the resounding reply from Mrs O.

"Nothing mom. "
She yelled back.

She turned to me and a blushing Mitchell.
"If you two are quite done, dinner's ready. It'll do you good, seeing how hungry you are. "
She added with a wink and a chuckle, before turning away.

"Can I taste you later? "
She asked, looking up shyly at me.

I just groaned and jumped off the bed, hurrying away from the unknowning temptress.

Dinner was quick, with Tessa giving me voteless looks, Mrs O glaring at me, and the kid's endless tricks.

When I finally got up to leave, Mr O'Brien was watching the news, while the rest of us were lounging around the living room.

"He's the one responsible for the killings?"
Mrs O asked, for the first time, interested in the news. That got my attention back to the TV.

I heard as sharp gasp from mitchie, her face ashen white. I rushed over to her.

"Are you ok? "
I asked, grabbing her hands.

Her only response was the fear that filled her eyes, one second before she collapsed on the cold floor.