3rd Person POV

The long awaited last day of school had finally arrived. And, as promised, all the students of St. Cathleen's Secondary School had a clearance of lessons, allowing the pupils to do as they wish, even permitting them to wear non-school uniform – a rare luxury.

A sixteen year old girl by the name of Ebony (Bonny, to her friends), was tucked away in the Drama studio, her safe haven, currently clad in her favourite slightly baggy black hoody, a picture of a white, winged and Medusa-like headed dragon both shown on the front and back, sleeves pushed up to the elbows; dark grey, almost black, fitted jeans; finished with her much-loved black Babysham Graffiti T-Bar pumps, iPod turned on, headphones on and music blaring. Her mousy brown hair was pulled up messily into a high ponytail, stands falling from their hold.

She was jumping up and down, eyes shut tightly, dancing and softly singing along to the likes of Nickleback, Blue October, The Summer Obsession, and Paramore.

To anyone who didn't know Bonny well, would have automatically said that she was a shy, quiet girl, one whom always done her homework, and though considered quite pretty, never catching the eye of any passing boys, other than to go to her for help about something. It was only her little circle of friends whom knew that that was all just a façade, that she was actually a lively, upbeat girl, whom could bring a smile to anyone's face if she thought they needed it. She was really quite talkative, though only around her friends. Many of her literary female friends often compared her to one Alice Cullen from the prestigious Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga, though minus the obsession for shopping.

Dancing had always been a passion for Bonny. Even though she didn't necessarily dance well, she was always able to let go of her fears and what-not through her carefree movements.

Outside in the hall, seventeen-year-old Sebastian was walking past the room when he saw movement from the door window. Curious, he walked closer and watched her. When her back was turned, he quietly slipped into the room and leant against the wall, his eyes never leaving her form.

"All for love we become, larger than lifesize, wondersome, great in the eyes of someone..." She sang softly, trailing off when she felt someone watching her. She spun around swiftly, her earphones falling out. "I...Seb. Uh, what're you doing here?" Bonny stuttered, walking backwards slowly as he stalked towards her.

"Oh, you know. Just checking out the scenery." He smirked as her back hit the wall.

Bonny swallowed as he placed his hands either side of her head, trapping her.

"Where are your friends, Seb?"

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving hers, "I don't actually know. Nor do I exactly care. What about your friends, Ebony Rose?"

She straightened up, "I don't know where they are...probably out on the field."

"So, it's just us here." He brushed the back of his hand across her cheek, making her eyelids flutter.

She bit the inside of her lip and clamped her eyes shut, shaking her head to clear the thoughts running through her head.

"I feel like a hero and you are my heroine, do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?" He whispered.

"And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong, had my heart on lockdown, and then you turned me around." She sang reflexively. She suddenly gasped, clamping her hand over her mouth, "You done that on purpose, Seb."

He smirked and put his forehead against hers, "Oops?"

Bonny scowled and pushed him away, "What do you want, Seb?"

"Oh, come on, Bonny. We're alone, there's no need to be like that." He grabbed her waist from behind and pulled her to his chest.

Her head was bent, "Why do we have to hide this, Sebastian?" She whispered.

He pressed his cheek against hers and started rocking them, "Because they'd never understand, love."

She put her hands over his, where they rested across her stomach, "And what if I don't care what they think? If they can't accept it, then they aren't true friends."

He spun her around, kissing her chastely, "How about this. It's the last day, so we'll go out there at last bell, and show them?"

She closed her eyes softly and smiled, "That sounds good."

He kissed her forehead, "Love you Bonbon."

She laughed and pushed him away playfully, "Jeez, no-one's called me Bonbon since playgroup."

"Actually, no-one's called you that since we learnt that bonbon was French for sweet, and then they stopped."

She gasped, "Are you saying I'm not sweet?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, love."

Her eyes narrowed, "Oh, you're going to pay for that, Richett."

He laughed, "Oh, am I, now?"

"Yes. You are."

He hunkered down, shifting from side to side, "And just what are you going to do, Ebony?"

She backed up confidently, and crouched down slightly, "This." She ran and jumped at him, knocking him to the ground. He pulled her down with him, and she fell, straddling him.

"Well, this is an interesting position." He murmured, tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear.

She blushed, and went to get up.

"Ah ah ah, where do you think you're going?" His grip on her waist tightened.

"Seb, this is school, it's indecent." She whispered, but stayed still.

"Yes, but we aren't doing anything wrong."

Bonny raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Nope. Now, this would be considered wrong here." He rolled them over, and roughly kissed her, just as a teacher came in.

"Mr. Richett and Ms. Samuels, can you not wait until after school for your affairs?" Ms. Downs smirked from the doorway.

"Sorry, Madam, he can't keep his hands off me." Bonny giggled at Seb's shocked face.

Ms. Downs laughed at them, "Come on, the bell is about to ring and I don't think you'd want to be late for your classes."

"Oh, that's fine, Madam, we've both got free period now." Seb grinned.

Ms. Downs rolled her eyes, "Go."

"Bye, Madam, have a good summer!" Bonny sang as the couple walked out the door hand in hand.

"Bye Bonny, Sebastian, and good luck, you two."

"What? Why?...Oh, hi, guys..." Sebastian coughed.

Bonny squeaked, "Sissy, Twiggy."

"Explain." The group said.

"Um..."