I have never been late to class. Not even in HIVE academy (like I would dare).

I certainly wasn't going to start in regular, normal Jump City High School.

Unfortunately, my first lateness was out of my hands.

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Geometry next. Fourth floor.

I'm in the third floor bathroom, looking for a toilet which seat isn't plastered with gum, with three and a half minutes to spare until my next period. I would've left if I hadn't heard the window opening, and a breeze flying in. I wouldn't have turned if I hadn't heard my name.

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"Hi Jinx." A male voice. I whip around, bewildered.

Kid Flash.

"This is the girls' bathroom." I say, horrified.

"Don't worry, I didn't see or hear anything." He says. "I know what you guys do in here. I've watched The Amanda Show."

"That's not what I'm worried about." I laugh. The Amanda Show? Really, Kid Flash, really?

Ugh. He's still wearing his suit. When will I see his face? "What if girls come in?" I ask, even though that's not what I'm really worried about. Three minutes.

He shrugs. "Let them."

"What are you doing here?" I demand. I can't just shoo him away! I mean, hello, it's him! And I feel a little guilty for still not calling him.

"Seeing you." I should be angry at him for the delay, but this seems just so … sweet.

"Don't you have class?" I ask, because the warm feeling I'm feeling inside is threatening to emerge and show on my face.

"I'm a speedster, remember? I have time to get back." Two and a half minutes.

"Well, I'm not. And I have business to do." I hint.

"Oh. Is it hard? Can I help?" Wow. Oblivious, much?

"Business." I try again.

"You're going to have to clarify." I almost do a facepalm, but I'm a little afraid of hexing myself.

"I have to pee!" There! Clear enough, Kid Flash? My poor bladder. Two minutes and fifteen seconds.

"Oh. Go ahead." He gestures toward an empty stall. I give him a look. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're still here!" Two minutes.

"So? Is it awkward?" he asks slyly. I gulp.

"No." I will not let him win.

"So. Are you going to go? Cause if you don't, I might." I burst into laughter. Crazed laughter. Smiling. He gives me a scared look. "Are you okay?"

It's refreshing to know that I'm still awkward around him.

"Um. I should get going." I tell him, and roll my eyes at him for added effect.

"Oh right. Geometry, right? What is that, room 435?" he asks innocently. I gasp.

"How did you know?" Will I ever stop being surprised about the things he knows?

"I'm in your class."

The world tilts, and he catches me.

"Uh, are you okay? I was just kidding. Your schedule is on your messenger bag." My focus sharpens immediately, and I check my watch. One minute. Time to go! I start for the bathroom door when he suddenly hooks me back with an arm around my waist.

"You have plenty of time." He says nonchalantly.

"No I don't." I retort. "I'm really bad at climbing stairs. Let me go!"

"Nice watch." He says. Uh. Hello, random.

"Thanks." I try to wrestle out of his grasp, but it's kind of hard. "I'll hex you." I warn him.

"You wouldn't." He smirks. I growl at him, and his smirk grows wider. Is that even possible? Half a minute. "Twenty-five more seconds. What shall I do?" he asks, sighing dramatically.

"Drama queen."

"Beautiful." He calls me. I blush against my will.

"You still haven't called me." He accuses. I knew he was going to bring this up! Luckily for me, hours of chick flick watching have provided me the perfect answer.

"You must have missed my call."

"Nonsense, Jinx." He whines – like a puppy would whine.

The bell rings. I'm late! Oh no.

"You –" I turn to stare at him – and he's gone. I can just feel his smirk from here.

I sprint to my class, where, thankfully, most students are just going in.

But I've tainted my perfect record, and I feel very, very disappointed. That is, until I notice something on my wrist. He's replaced my (very chic, and somewhat expensive) pink and black wrist watch with a yellow and red one. With lightning bolts.

He's also slipped a note under it: see you at lunch. I blush to myself.

The watch is also a minute late, and I watch the minute hand move one over – the time my class starts.

Hey, I guess I'm not late after all.

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AN: Note: this is a two shot. Originally, they were two one shots but I'd rather put them together, cause that's how it goes chronologically. There is a summary for the next chapter, though, and it'll be in the beginning, though. Anyway, thanks for reading! (Sorry for the periods. The whole FanFiction ignoring my enters - no matter what I do - really annoyed me. The periods annoy me too, but at least I get my line breaks. Right?)