"Mia!" Abbey waved me over during our first break.

"Hey!" I greeted her with the biggest smile, she was standing with Joel and a few of their other friends.

"I love your outfit." I looked down at myself, designer clothes are all that I own although I tried to tone it down daily, making sure no labels were on display. I couldn't take her compliment seriously, I knew nobody at Bell View appreciated good fashion.

"Thanks" I muttered shyly. I couldn't stop myself looking around for Noah, just like I had been all morning. I left him only hours ago when he told me he was going to work and I went home to shower and change but I haven't seen him around school at all since.

"Hope Noah didn't come down on you too hard for that whole dodgeball incident." Joel inquired with a knowing look on his face.

"You know Noah?" Abbey asked suspiciously.

My heart started pounding inside my chest, I didn't like talking about Noah. His secret rolled around my mind and I felt like they were interrogating me. For some stupid reason I thought they already knew about Emily and wanted to try and get me to talk. I felt my palms getting sweaty.

"He talks to her." Joel told her.

Abbeys eyes widened in shock but then she regained herself and tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear. As if my mind knew he was there my eyes pulled up towards the door. Noah was heading through the entrance and walking up the corridor towards us.

He wore a navy coverall but it was rolled down to his waist and tied, his upper body was covered in a vest top that should have been white but instead was covered in black car grease. He looked filthy but so damn hot.

"He talks to you?" Abbey asked, not knowing Noah was getting really close to us now. "Well what does he say? Noah doesn't talk to anyone anymore." His golden eyes glowed in our direction and his brows furrowed. I shrugged, not feeling comfortable enough to talk about this with him so close. He stopped by his locker but I knew he was just listening to every word of our conversation.

"Wow, I can't believe Noah speaks to you." Abbey pointed out, almost to herself. Oh my god, please shut up. "Mia you need to be careful, you know he intentionally tampered with the car that killed his parents, right?" Abbey's look was one of complete seriousness.

Noah slammed his locker door shut and my shoulders shuddered at the sound. He marched over to us, taking the whole group by surprise. He took hold of my hand and led me away from the group, pulling me down the corridor almost too quickly to keep up.

"Noah, slow down!" I shouted as we turned heads of the people we passed. He slowed down but didn't say anything.

Eventually we ended up in the old locker rooms, they go mostly unused now. In fact the only reason people use them is for a hook up, a cigarette break or to ditch class. He finally let go of my hand.

"Why are you talking to Abigail?" He asked me with malice. He pulled his vest top over his head and I averted my eyes away from his grubby chest.

"She's my friend." I admitted, obstructing my vision with my own hand.

"Why are you talking to Abigail, about me?" He asked again, not sounding anymore nicer than the first time he asked. I heard some buckles open and I peeked around my hand to see him removing his trousers.

"What the fuck?" I screeched.

He dropped his boxers to the floor and covered his area, stepping into the shower. I sat staring into space as steam filled the room and the heavenly scent of peppermint and vanilla invaded my senses. I couldn't stop myself taking deep inhales and then melting away in ecstasy. The water switched off and he stepped out, covering himself again with his hand.

I watched him in awe, or more like gawked at him. He was so free and confident. Did everyone in this school just feel comfortable getting naked around others?

He reached the bench and flicked his finger at me gesturing for me to look away. I gave him a look that told him I didn't want to see it anyway and turned my head listening for his movement.

"I can't trust you Mia." He spoke softly and my eyes darted in his direction. He was pulling up his boxer shorts, one second earlier and I would've had a full frontal show. He slipped a T-shirt over his head and with his body still wet the material clung to him.

"You're not going to dry yourself first?" I asked looking at the small droplets gather on his light blue T-shirt.

"Does it look like I have a towel?" He muttered sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. He rubbed his hands through his hair, shaking off the excess water and then flattened it all down.

"What was I saying?" He continued.

"You were about to give me a lecture on how you don't trust me." I laughed to myself and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Take this seriously Mia! It's not a joke. Don't talk to anyone about me, especially not Abigail and my old friends, they could connect too many dots." He started gathering up his work uniform into a plastic bag.

"Who is Abigail? She said—"

"I know what she said, I heard her." He shot me down, tying an aggressive knot into the plastic bag. "Just promise me, if my name comes up again you will make an excuse to leave or change the subject. Don't tell them anything."

"Noah I promise you, nobody is going to find out about—" he placed a finger over my lips, it felt clean and smelt amazing. I wanted to lick it but I knew that would be weird.

"Shh, the walls have ears." I smiled against his finger and he frowned at me. "I'm glad you find this so amusing Mia. I'm freaking out, I have been since last night." He dropped his finger and started pacing the room.

"Noah you're being paranoid." I shook my head at him. He turned to face me, beautiful eyes lay on me like the golden sun on a mid afternoon October day. He placed his hands on each one of my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Paranoid? Mia I really want to trust you, I've tried to trust you but I just can't. I keep thinking of all the scenarios that could play out from this and none of them are good. It's been hours but I'm going out of my mind crazy. I have things to protect, things that are bigger than you or me. Things I care about. I come into school and the first thing I hear is you talking to my ex about me. You know what rages through my mind at that moment? What has she told them? Have they figured out the truth? Will she accidentally let my secret slip? Was this just their plan all along? I don't know you, I met you not even two weeks ago and every time we have spoke we have argued. Now I'm meant to just be okay with you knowing about the single most important thing in my life? I don't know how to do that."

I watched his lips as he nervously rambled off into a rant. I blocked out his words and focused only on his mouth, it kept moving and words kept falling out. I didn't want to hear his words anymore. I wanted to feel his lips move on mine. His hands were waving around frantically, passionate about whatever he was saying. I needed to feel that passion on me.

So I stepped in closer, cupping the back of his neck with my hand. His skin was cold and a little damp from the shower. I could see his brows furrow in confusion but only for the second before I leaned in and stole a kiss just to shut him up.