Hey guise! My story- idea- generating- friend came up with another one for me! So here goes! :D

Oh, yeah, and by the way… R E V I E W!

I don't own H.O.A.

Yes I do.

No. I'm kidding.

When the bell rang, it was a relief. I'm not quite sure why, but today everything seemed to be going so slow. Like molasses- level slow. Like slow motion, I'm- watching- myself- outside- my- body, Matrix slow.

I lazily collected my books in one arm, shoved as many as I could fit into my bulging shoulder bag, then scooped up the remaining ones in the other arm, rubbing my eyes. How many times had I fallen asleep in a class today? Four? Five? I had lost track. Today, I just didn't really care about my surroundings. I suppose everyone had these days once and a while…

Someone tapped me lightly on the shoulder, and I turned around slowly, already irritated by whoever it was. When I had completed the goal of turning my head all the way, I let out a sigh of exasperation.

"Bug off, will you?"

The weasel's wide smile evaporated, and for a moment I thought I had successfully ended the short exchange. But then his expression morphed into an amused, pitying smirk, and I knew with a heavy heart he had found something to tease me about.

"What happened to your face?" he snickered bluntly.

"Excuse me?" I retorted, advancing toward him. I should have learned by then that he never backed down, so now all that was happening was that we were awkwardly close. I hated him with every fiber of my being for being so proud all the time. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"Your face," he repeated, raising his eyebrows, as if those two words explained it all.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Just bug off, okay?" I asked angrily.

He made a gesture to his own face, swirling his finger around his eye wildly.

"I'm talking about the raccoon look you're rockin'."

I angrily yanked a pocket mirror out of my bag and looked at my face. My eyeshadow and eyeliner were smudged down my cheek from rubbing my eyes earlier. My face flushed in embarrassment.

"Yeah? It's called makeup, weasel."

Eddie raised his eyebrows again, clearly not buying it.

"Whatever," I growled, attempting to shove past the jerk. But he, of course, would have none of that.

Eddie gripped my arm with a firm hand, gently swinging me back to stand before him. I attempted to wiggle around him and his handy desk blockade several more times, failing and becoming angrier with each attempt, but to no avail. Finally I sighed in exasperation and glared up into his crystal blue eyes.

"What?" I finally demanded venomously. He gave a cute, one- sided smirk (wait, what did I just say?), pride gleaming on his face.

"I just wanted to know…" he started, putting his hands up as if he was commanding a dog to stay. That ticked me off. I understood English. "If… youwantedtohangoutafterschool?" he sped- talked, then threw his hands up over his spiky blonde hair for protection.

"What?" I questioned, becoming impatient with his immaturity.

The cockroach let his hands drop, glared at me as if I was the stupidest person to walk the face of the Earth, and then said assertively, "You and I are going to hang out after school tomorrow, okay?"

I opened my mouth to protest, but I didn't. I couldn't. Because I… I wanted to. I actually wanted to. I also wanted to slap myself silly. This was Eddie we were talking about! But… he seemed so genuine! It could be an act… but I somehow knew it wasn't all the same…

"Fine," I said, looking him straight in the eyes. He smiled victoriously. "But if you try and prank me or whatever, you're dead, yeah?"

"Yeah," he responded in a bad imitation of my voice.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. Eddie finally moved aside, gesturing politely for me to leave. Finally. I strolled out, wishing desperately that I wasn't so excited about our little hang out. It wasn't that big of a deal.

But it was to me, and I ignored the only possible explanation. I did not like Eddie, have not ever liked Eddie, and would never like Eddie. But the feeling nagged me all the way to English.

Sorry for the total shortness! The P.O.V. will be switching, so it'll get interesting soon! Promise! :D R E V I E W please!