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Well, heyyy. I'm starting a new story. It's basically a girl version of Hush, Hush. Like instead of Patch, there is a she Patch. Whose name you'll find out. And a he Nora. His name is Hudson. Instead of a Vee, it's Chris. And a Rixon, but his name is Tucker. Make sense? Ok then. I did use a few things from HH. Like the fact that they take bio together. And that their current unit is sex ed. And that their homework is that list thing. So I take no credit from those things. Or any other things I forgot to mention. So, it's not that I'm not creative. I just thought since I'm making a remake of HH in opposite genders (I think that's how you put it), that I'd use similar situations as they did in the book. So, please no flames about how I'm not original. Because I know all of you thought that it would be cool if there was a she Patch :)

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Hudson's POV

I sat in my chair with an extremely tired expression on my face. You know the one where your chin is on your fist, your eyes are half closed and your mouth is wide open. The day was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… extremely long. First, I woke up really late so I was really late to homeroom. Next, my art teacher totally dissed my sculpture of a tree in front of the whole class. I really didn't think it looked that bad. Then in lunch, this jackass thought it would be funny if I tripped in front of the entire lunch room and spill the contents of my tray on me. So, I was forced to change into a black Eagles (our school mascot) sweatshirt and exceedingly tight skinny jeans. They're a little too tight for my taste.

Do I sound like a total dweeb? Like everyone picks on me?

Yeahhhh. That's so NOT the case.

Actually, I'm one of the most popular guys in the Junior class. Yup. That's me. Mr. Popular. I have the Edward Cullen hair (part of demand of the ladies), the solid navy blue eyes, the bronzey tan, lean muscles, and I'm over 6 foot. I'm the MVP of last years JV baseball team. Soon to be MVP of the varsity team. And I'm also on student council. And I've had straight A's since kindergarten. You could say I'm an over achiever. And really good-looking.

But right now, I felt like a total loser.

Chris waltzed in and plunked down in the chair next to me. He nudged me with his elbow.

"What's up bro?" his eyebrows scrunched up.

I rubbed my face with my hands. "I just wanna go home dude."

He laughed. "We still have practice at 3:30."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just wake me up when class ends." I mumbled and lay my head on the desk.

I faintly heard the bell ring through my stupor. I barely heard Mrs. Kain's heels click into the room as I drifted into a haze.

"Hudson Kae-Black! Are you sleeping in my class?" Mrs. Kain yelled from the front of the room.

I jerked my head up and looked at her with half-lidded eyes. "Uhhmm?" I smacked my lips.

The class started cracking up. "Hmph. Do it again and you have detention."

"Thanks Mrs. Kain." Mrs. Kain is one of the coolest teachers in school. In an "I don't take shit" kind of way.

"So, anyway. Guess what unit we're starting today?" She said with a sarcastically happy grin.

Groans and grunts filled the room.

"Human Reproduction!" she fist pumped.

"Ohh!" "Mrs. Kain!" "No fist pumping." "Not allowed!" voices yelled from the back.

She grunted angrily at the back and turned towards her overhead. "Well, since you all hate my fist pumping, here's a new seating chart."

Groans and grunts filled the room again.

"Ohhh! Be quiet! Switch seats fast or I'll fist pump all class long." She said with a smile.

Everyone jumped up from their seats and squinted at the seating chart. I groaned and slid out of my chair. I looked up at the chart and looked for my name. I'm going to be sitting… uhh… directly in front. Great. I basically fell into my seat. I heard someone slide into the seat on my left. I peeked over and saw a girl I didn't know. Blonde hair tumbled over her leather clad shoulders. Her leather jacket looked like the ones you would find on Grease. She wore a black bandana tied around her wrist. Her t-shirt underneath was red and had some cartoons on it. It said "What Time Is It? Adventure Time!". I chuckled and she turned her head to look at me. Her eyes startled me. They were pitch black. I couldn't even see the pupils. They were smoky and slanted in a mysterious and dangerous kind of way. Her jaw was sharply defined and her lips were pale like pink roses. One eyebrow was cocked and she looked at me with rapt attention. She looked very serious. It made me want to stare into her eyes all day long. To just get lost in the mystery.

She tilted her chin forward in a greeting. I returned the motion. She turned forward with the hint of a smile.

"All right class. Time to get to know your partner. And you better talk to one another because your homework tonight is to create a list about the other person. Authenticity. That's what I'm looking for. You have 45 minuets. Go." She turned around and the room erupted into conversation.

I turned to face her as she turned to face me. I looked at her face more intently. It was so exotic and defined that it shocked me. How did I not notice her before?

She leaned back in her chair and lazily flung an arm over the back. She cocked her eyebrow again and watched me. Her gaze was very… predatory.

I watched her back. I crossed my arms.

A corner of her mouth jerked up. "Are you challenging me?"

"What?" I asked, clearly confused.

"When someone makes eye contact that either means you're challenging me or you're flirting with me." She lifted her hand to twist the bandana around her wrist. "The crossed arms mean you're blocking yourself from me or you're insecure." She looked away from me and grabbed a pen out of her back pocket. Her movements were very fluid and slow.

"I'm, uh, not challenging you." It sounded like a question.

She glanced down at the paper she was writing on then back at me. "Then you're flirting with me."

"I, hmph, uhhh," I stuttered. I wasn't not flirting with her. She cocked a rapacious grin and stuck the pen back in her pocket.

"Yeah. I thought so." She stopped smiling , closed her eyes and leaned her head back, exposing her neck. "So, I have a question for you."

"Is it going to make me uncomfortable?" I smiled and uncrossed my arms.

"That depends on how you look at it." She rocked her head side to side, a stretch that effected that neck muscles.

"I'm scared." I said with mock fear.

She opened her eyes, looked at me and cocked her head to the side. "Do you sleep naked?"

She asked that with a totally straight face.

I glanced at her. "Naked?"

"Yes."

"You're asking me, if I sleep, naked."

"Hmmm… yeah."

"Well, that is kind of uncomfortable."

"I know."

"Yeah, well. I do not sleep naked." I tried not to smile.

"Ever had sex?" She continued to stare at me with the same rapt attention.

"Hmmm…"

"You have to think about that?"

"No. I'm just stalling."

Her mouth upturned just the slightest bit. "Hmph…"

"Have. I. Had. Sex." I tapped my chin thoughtfully.

She sighed and leaned her chin on her fist.

"That would be a… No." I smiled a devious smile at her.

"You sure about that?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Last time I checked."

"Ok then. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Again, total straight face.

"I can honestly say I don't"

"Ahh… interesting."

"Can't you ask me something normal? Like where I work or what do I drive?" I picked at the loose strings on my hoodie.

"Why would I ask things I already know?" She began to fold the piece of paper in front of her.

"You know where I work?" This shocked me.

"And what you drive."

"All right. Tell me."

"You work at Flo's Flower Shop on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You volunteer to Ump the little leagues games on Saturday mornings. You drive a used white Jeep Cherokee. Want me to tell you your plates? Because I know those too." She continued to fold the piece of paper like we talking about the weather.

I stared with an open mouth at her. How in the hell did she know those things? Those couldn't have been guesses.

"Close your mouth sweet heart."

RIIIIINGGGGGG!

She stood up with the rest of the class. Except her actions were more graceful. I stood up, a lot less gracefully, and tried to follow her out the door. She turned around and looked up at me. I was exceptionally taller than her. She put on a sly smile and laid her hand on my chest.

"You should call me sometime." She fluttered her lashes and raised her eyebrows.

"I, uh, um, uh," I stuttered stupidly. How did this girl have such an effect on me? "I, uh, don't have your, um, number." What the hell, dude? Get your head in the game.

She nodded behind me to our desk. I turned around to see a paper bird sitting in the middle of the table. I reached over and unfolded it. Inside were 7 numbers in swirly handwriting. Under the numbers were "9Y7 MVP". I turned around, stunned. They were my plates.

She wasn't there.

And I just remembered that I didn't get anything on her. Not even her name.

Shit.