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You know that feeling you get when everybody is looking at you, pointing, whispering? The feeling that you just want to crawl under a rock and stay there until you're all grown up and past the awkward phase?

Kyle didn't know it. Or if he did at one point in his life, he certainly forgot about it. And rightly so. You would have forgotten it too if you were in his shoes. And everybody wanted to be. At least for a little while. He owned that school. When he walked those halls, they all stared. Every girl wanted to be his girlfriend or at least be his lab partner; anything related to Kyle would bring you extra popularity points. So today was no different.

He opened the door to the classroom only to be greeted by his jock friends and the occasional bimbo, but he always took his place on the third row near the window. Always.

'Still reading that book that belongs in a museum?' he asked as he sat down, not before winking at the blonde on his right.

'Still walking around like you are God's gift to mankind?' came a pensive voice from behind a tiny, old-looking book.

'You're bitchy today.' He said as he gave a faint smile, crossing his arms.

'Your nose is extra crooked today, but you don't see me complaining.' Finally a pair of big green eyes appeared, followed by a sneering facial expression.

'Lindy, you know you shouldn't frown, your face will freeze that way…and heaven knows we don't want that, now do we? You have enough problems as it is.'

'Ah, always a charmer, mister Kingsbury. Here's your paper, now stop talking.' She handed him something and then returned to her reading, turning her back slightly to him.

'Oh, touchy. What happened? Aunt Flo is in town?' he laughed a little and examined the piece of paper, which by pure coincidence, was his half of the project for that week.

'That was a bad joke, even for you. Now leave me alone or your reputation will be permanently damaged.' She didn't even bother to look up as she said this, zoning him out.

They weren't friends. They just got stuck being lab partners ages ago and since she did most of the work and Kyle could charm his way out of extra anything, it was perfect for both of them and that's why they could talk the way they did with each other – out of pure necessity. They talked about two minutes each time they were seated at the same table, never more. On the school hallways they didn't even look each other in the eye. They were part of very different groups and neither wanted to change that. It's like they didn't exist for each other outside that classroom.

Nearly an hour later, class was finally over and Lindy took her oversized back pack, stuffing all her books into it, while hopelessly trying to get her loose auburn hair from her eyes.

'You heard the man Linds. We have to write a 3 page essay by next week. Hope you enjoy it.' Kyle leaned bad in his chair with his arms behind his head, his amazing smile taking focus from his piercing eyes.

'I'm not Linds to you.' Was all she said before she stomped out the door, disappearing into a mass of students.

'And that's the last I'll see of her for another week.' Kyle muttered under his breath. He never really liked her that much. Would it kill her to put on some blush every now and then when she knew she would be spending one hour near him? Was it so damn complicated?

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