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"Fang!" I said, and I hurried over to him.
"What?" he said as I grabbed him by the arm and started tugging him towards the class-room.
"You don't want to be late to your first class on you first day of 10th grade, do you?" I said, and I heard him chuckle.
"Frankly, I couldn't give a rat's-"
"Don't finish that sentence." I said as we walked into the classroom. I sighed in relief.
Nobody was in class yet, so Fang and I could choose where we wanted to sit.
"Oh, hello!" said the teacher, and I smiled sweetly.
"Hey. I'm Max, and this is Fang." I said, and he smiled weakly.
"Oh, good. I have your seating chart." she said. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back this band-wagon up.
Seating chart? That means I'll get separated from Fang!
"Oh, no. We won't be sitting together." I whispered into Fang's ear. He shrugged.
"Frankly, I couldn't give a rat's- oh wait, yes I do. But you see me every day! We have every class together, and we sit together at lunch! So, calm down!" he whispered back, and he gave me a quick kiss before the other 10th graders hurried in.
I sat beside Iggy and some other boy. He had dark-blonde hair, bright greenish-blue eyes, and he was tall and...muscular.
"Hey, do you have a pencil? I left mine at home." the mystery model asked, and I reached into my book-bag and resurfaced with a pencil.
"Here you go. By the way, my name's Max." I said and handed him the pencil.
"I'm Dylan." he said, and he flashed me a smile before he faced the front of the room again.
Wow.
Fang's POV
What was she doing talking to that Dylan guy? She was staring at him like he was the most gorgeous hunk of man that walked into this school! Ugh. I need to stop being so jealous. I'm sure he was asking for a pencil. Nothing more. Yeah, that's it.
R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!