*Minho’s POV*

I stormed down the hall and burst into Nicole’s room; not even bothering to knock. She was in the middle of powdering her nose.

“Gosh, don’t people knock anymore?” she asked in exasperation before turning back to her makeup.

“You sickening !” I screamed at her, crossing the room in three big steps and knocking the compact right out of her hand.

“Excuse me; just who do you think you are?!” she shouted, standing up to face me.

“Who do I think I am? Who do YOU think YOU are?! Hurting me is one thing, but messing with my friends is where I draw the line!”

I pushed her down. She was lucky that her bed was right behind her!

“You can’t push a girl!” she screamed as she kicked at me.

“Well you can’t hurt my friends!” I shouted, pushing past her flailing feet and pinning her down onto her bed.

“They’re not true friends!” she screamed as she flipped us over so she was above me. “Nobody is a real friend! Nobody can be trusted!”

“What the heck is wrong with you?!”

I threw her off me, sending her backward until she hit the wall.

“It’s not me! It’s people!”

She slapped me across the face as I approached her.

“You have some serious issues!” I yelled, throwing her to the floor and leaping on top of her.

“You would too if… if…”

“If what?!” I shouted in her face.

“If you spent your whole life not knowing!” she flailed under my grasp, but it was hopeless. She was growing tired, and I was too strong for her.

“Not knowing what?!” My hot breath danced on her neck.

“What it feels like to be loved!” she finally screamed. “I’ve never been loved. My parents don’t even love me! Nobody cares about me! Why do you think I act this way?! You think I like pushing people away?!”

“I don’t know; it sure looks that way!”

“I just… it’s not fair that other people get to be happy and I don’t!”

She used her last bit of strength to shove me off of her and crawl on top of me.

“Who says nobody loves you? Would you even recognize if someone did love you?!” I asked, twisting her arm, forcing her to let go of me. I took the opportunity to reclaim my position on top.

“Ouch!” she screamed. “I don’t know. But… but…”

I looked deep into her eyes. She was no longer the tough, preppy girl I had come to know. Her eyes told her real story. She was just an innocent girl that had never experience love; not even from her parents. Her whole life she didn’t understand what it was like. She was scared.

In that moment, some sort of understanding passed between us. I found myself feeling sorry for her. I breathed my hot, heavy breath down her neck. She looked different now. She looked… beautiful. My mind hurt. I was confused.

How could someone this beautiful and innocent act how she does?

In less than a second my eyes were shut, and my lips were smashing against hers, passionately.