*Victoria's P.O.V*
"So how come you're in here?" he asked casually, I just stared at him. He obviously knew why I was in here, because he called me a slut.
"Shut up, you're the reason I'm in here," I replied looking away, sure it will be fun to mess with his head. But why the hell am I starting to care and be slightly happy that I am in detention with him? It really doesn't make sense.
He laughed at me pointing the obvious out to him. Why does he find it funny? He is obviously enjoying annoying me where as I wanted to punch him again, and then something stopped me, I don't know what though. What could stop me wanting to punch Eddie? The school player? I never realized I'm exactly like him, except I'm the female equivalent.
"You hate me don't you?" he asked. I pretended not to here him because I couldn't say I did because I knew deep down I didn't. I don't know what I felt towards to him, it was just as powerful as hate but it wasn't hate. I had no idea what it was. Where as I couldn't say I didn't because then I was letting my barriers down, meaning he can make a fool out of me in front of everyone. Especially Queen Bitch, Libbie. Never, will I do that. As long as I live.
*Eddie's P.O.V*
Its so fun annoying Victoria, she looks beautiful as she rolls her eyes away from me. Wait what the hell am I saying? I never call girls beautiful, its the one word that means something to me. Why did I use it to describe Victoria Williams?! She is more than what meets the eye though and I would love to know what else there is about her. She's different compared to everyone. What the hell am I saying!?
*Victoria's P.O.V*
I glanced over at him and he was staring at me with a look that gave me the impression he was thinking. Not just thinking about what's on TV later or stupid little things like that, deep meaningful thinking, i think... If only there was a way I could read his mind, I would know everything he is thinking. Every reason why he is different. Now I'm shocking myself I'm thinking about Eddie way more than I should. His little insults amuse me, I know deep down they shouldn't but I can't help smile every time he is near me. Why is this happening?
"Do you have a staring problem Eddie?" I asked politely, resting my head on my hand and tilting it to the side. I have to get back to hating him, even if it kills me. In fact, take the 'kills me' part out. He isn't that important. I hope.
"No, the door is just interesting," he replied, I had to laugh at this, the door is behind him, not me.
"Do you have eyes in the back of your head then?" I asked, innocently fluttering my eyelashes.
"Er, no, obviously not," now, I could leave it there, but I want some more fun.
"So is there an imaginary door behind me? I think you should go to the nurse about that young Edward"
"How do you know there isn't?"
"Because I'm not in your imagination, therefore I can't see the supposed door that is behind me,"
We both laughed at this, not taking the mick laughing, proper genuine laughs. It was freaky, but a nice freaky.
*Eddie's P.O.V*
We were laughing together, it was cozy and nice laughing with her. Her dimples made her look extra cute. STOP THINKING LIKE THIS.
"You are still a slut though for making someone self harm," I said. I didn't mean to say that, I know it's not true and I can't believe I have just said it.
*Victoria's P.O.V.*
"You are still a slut though for making someone self harm," his words rang clear in my head. I zoned back into reality. One minute we were laughing and having a joke with each other and the next minute he is calling me a slut because I made Justin self harm. He can't judge me when he doesn't know me.
I stood up and so did he, I squared up to him.
"What is the point in even saying that? You didn't know me then, and you don't know me now. I told Justin several times our relationship wasn't anything serious and he didn't listen. What the hell was I meant to do? You have no clue what the fuck I have been through and you never will, so don't even pretend you know me" I said calmly.
He didn't say anything, he leaned in and so did I. We both leaned in closer until our lips met in the middle. It was a proper kiss, I don't know why but my head just went tingly, I had the firework feeling.
He kissed me.