Ashley POV

Sal, Larry, and I walked to school. We walked to our lockers. Sal's locker and my locker are close by. I put my stuff in my locker. Sal walked up to me. "Ready for class?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah." I responded. Sal stared behind me, he had a dirty look. I heard footsteps behind me. Someone pushed me. I fell forward, but Sal caught me. "Thanks Sal." I said softly. I stood up and turned around. Travis stood there. "Well, Well, Well, if it isn't the bitch and the freak." He said. "Go away Travis!" I exclaimed. "Why should I?" Travis asked. I rolled my eyes. "So, how was your make out session last night?" He questioned. "H-Huh?" I asked. "What?" Sal asked. "I heard that you guys went star gazing last night and made out under the stars." He said. I looked at Sal. "Did you tell people that we made out!" I asked him. "No! I only told Larry about last night, but not that we made out." Sal responded. "Grrr... Larry." I said under my breath. "So you did make out?" Travis asked. "NO! It was only one kiss!" I exclaimed. "Oh really? Are you sure?" Travis questioned. "YES!" I yelled. "Bitch and freak sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Travis sang while doing a little dance with it. "SHUT UP!" I screamed. Travis pushed me into the lockers. "Make me." He whispered. "Get off of her you asshole!" Sal yelled. "And what are YOU gonna do about it, Fisher?" Travis asked. Sal punched Travis right in the face. "Oh, you wanna go freak?" Travis asked, pulling his sleeve up. "Bring it on, shit hole." Sal said. Sal lunged at Travis, knocking him on the ground. Punches flew. The boys rolled around on the ground, fighting until the other stopped. I have never seen Sal get in a fight before. And for being short and kinda weak, he was doing great. He had given Travis a bloody nose. A few punches, kicks, slaps, and hits later, Travis backed down. "You win this time, freak." He said. Travis got up, and walked away. I helped Sal up. "Are you ok, Sal?" I asked. "I'm fine, my lip hurts though." Sal said. I reached behind his head and unbuckled the bottom buckle of Sal's mask. I looked at his lips. Travis split his lip. There was blood all over. "Come on, Sal." I said, putting his mask back down. We walked to the janitors closet. I entered with Sal, knowing how many make out sessions and how much sex goes down in this one closet. "Sit on that bucket." I demanded. Sal sat on the bucket. I took out a tissue and wiped the blood off his lip and mask. I put pressure on his lip. "So um... thank you for sticking up for me back there." I said, smiling. Sal nodded. "It's no problem, honestly" He replied. A few minutes later, the blood stopped bleeding. "All done, just let me see if there is anymore blood or wounds." I said, unbuckling the other buckle. I took his mask off of him. It didn't look like he had any other wounds. I looked back at his lips. Sal looked at my lips. He took my arm, and pulled me in close to him. Our lips were barely touching. I blushed, as we kissed. More passionate and longer than last time. Still kissing me, Sal wrapped his arms around my waist. I dropped his mask on the ground and put my arms around his neck. Sal tried to put his tongue in my mouth. I playfully denied. He pulled me in closer, until our hips touched. I pulled back from him, our lips separating. I smiled, passionately at him. I leaned back in for a second kiss, this time with tongue. Our tongues collided. We both pulled away. I looked at Sal's mask that I had dropped. I grabbed it and gave it to him. "Sorry for dropping it." I said, giggling. Sal looked at me. "It's no big deal." He said. There was a moment of silence as Sal put his mask back on. "That was hot." He stated, breaking the silence. I nodded in agreement. "I agree." I said, blushing. Sal and I stood up. "Let's get to class, we're 10 minutes late." Sal said. "Yeah, lets go." I replied.