Yes, my friend! It IS Chapter 2! I hope this is long enough for you! Chapter 3 might not be up in a while, I'll need some sort of inspiration to give me an idea…

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Couplets:

Chapter 2:

It's already been two hours. I finished my homework ages ago. Mr. Remora has detention duty, which is a good thing. Since he spends all his time in the bathroom. With his banana.

The door opens and Mr. Remora comes in. Reading off a piece of paper, he says, "Klaus Baudelaire, Christy Shmerthers, and Scott Torquey, you are on your final hour. Carmelita Spats and Isadora Quagmire, you have four hours left before you can leave. Sucks to be you." Mr. Remora walked out of the room.

I sigh knowing that soon it'll be just me and Carmelita. Joy! Not. I guess Klaus read my mind, because he just said, "Your banana's ugly."

Mr. Remora's face turns red. "THREE EXTRA HOURS OF DETENTION!" he screams and stomps out of the room.

Klaus chuckles and continues reading his book. Carmelita gets up and begins drawing on the board in the front of the classroom.

I get back to my notebook, only to find I wrote only three couplets and doodled on the page. Doodles as in: hearts with arrows; I Love Klaus; Klaus+Isadora inside a heart; etc…

An Hour Later…

Christy and Scott just left. Carmelita lost interest in the board long ago and began taking pictures of herself with her phone.

Klaus closes his book and turns to me, "How many couplets did you write?"

"How'd you know I was writing couplets?" I ask.

"I could hear your pencil on the paper."

"Oh, I wrote three."

"Three? It's been three hours and you've only written three?" Klaus asked shocked.

"Well, I've been doodling."

"Gasp! Isadora Quagmire doodles?" he asks jokingly.

"She can draw flowers, too!" I say purposely drawing an ugly flower and he laughs. His laugh sounds so…so…so musical.

"Can you read them to me?" he asks.

"Sure, Klaus, I only put my heart and soul on this paper, but sure," I say sarcastically.

"Pretty please?" he begs, giving the puppy dog face.

"Fine. The first one is:

Every night when I can't sleep

I think of you, a thought to keep."

"That's nice," he says, smiling, as if it's for him. But then again, it is about him.

"The second one," I begin, "is:

Every second that I don't see you

My heart slows because I miss you."

"And who exactly is this wonderful guy you love to see?" Klaus asks me with an adorable grin.

"I can't tell you that," I say. Then whisper, "It's a secret."

Klaus smiles again and says, "read the next one."

I start reading.

"One of these days I'm going to tell you 'I love you'

But right now I'm just gonna sit and stare at you."

I close my notebook.

"Is it hard?" he asks.

"Is what hard?"

"To write a poem about someone you care about."

"Most of the time, because you want it to be perfect just like them. It's not something that just pops into your head out of nowhere," I explain.

"Is that a challenge?" klaus asks with a smirk.

"Is what a challenge?" I ask confused.

"To come up with a couplet about someone I care about right off the top of my head. Betcha two bucks I can do it."

"Alright then," I say, sticking out my hand, and we shook on it. Who knows, it might give me a clue whether he likes me or not.

"Ready, and go," I say.

He immediately says,

"I want to run my fingers through your long dark hair

But then I wonder if Duncan would care," with a smirk.

I laugh. Wait, why did he stop smiling? Why is he blusing? Wait…couplet about someone you care about, long dark hair, Duncan who is most protective…

KLAUS LIKES ME! ME!

I want to scream to the world 'Klaus Baudelaire likes me!'.

But all I do is blush.

"I-I-I gotta go," he says quickly, even though we still have three more hours of detention.

He quickly grabs his books and begins walking quickly. Stumbles and drops his books. Picks them up, stumbles again, drops them again. Picks them up, stumbles, but only drops his pencil, "Aw, come on!" Still blusing madly, he quickly leaves the room.

Carmelita watched him leave. When he's gone, she turns to me and says, "I don't see why you like that cakesniffer, cakesniffer."

I only sigh. I would've told him I liked him, too. But I was in shock from finding out that an amazing guy like him likes me…and I still am…and I just remembered... I owe him two bucks.

I am such a mean author! Making him stumble countless times. Haha…I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself! Anyways, like it? Love it? Dislike it? Loathe it? Tell me in your review!

Note: This is not the last chapter.

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