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Something was bothering me, but I couldn't figure it out.
A voice whispered from the back of my mind but I ignored it.
A quick snapshot of a memory haunted my thoughts but I wouldn't give in.
I stepped into Science and slumped down into my seat. Mrs. Neila was too busy doing whatever to notice I was late. Like always.
Mrs. Neila turned around and started the lesson, "Alright class, today we are starting a new unit on-"
At that moment he walked- sauntered- into class.
Fang.
At the sight of him, all the thoughts and images I've been trying to push away all day came back.
Crud.
His eyes met mine briefly. His dark midnight black eyes . . . a few stars sparkled in them, making them shine with a secret light. A hint of a smirk played on his lips. His stance, arms crossed, leaning back on one leg said-
I know I'm late and I don't give a crap. And you cant do anything about it.
There was something different about this Fang than the Fang I ran into. This Fang knew what he was doing, had a plan and would, within a week, one way or another, be the school heartthrob. The Fang I had bumped into in the hallways was nothing more than a lost, grungy kid that had been angry and impatient. But he had talked to me.
Mrs. Neila frowned, but when she realized it was the new kid, her face brightened up and she stood up to introduce him.
"Class, this is Fang Wolfe."
Heads snapped up and critical eyes raked up and down. A few of the preps rolled their eyes, and you could see them thinking -Ugh, another freaky emo dude. Others glanced at him suspiciously, probably mentally saying something along the lines of, great . . . a fake rebel. Just what we need. But most students actually looked . . . interested. A few girls actually winked at him.
It made me sick.
"Hey." Brigid Dwyer called out and my blood ran cold. I hated Brigid. So much.
Fang nodded in her direction, carefully taking in everyone, most likely trying to figure out how to win everyone over to his side.
"Fang Wolfe moved here from . . ." She glanced at Fang while I thought of Fang's last name. Wolfe. Interesting. And very fitting.
"Colorado." He muttered, his arms still crossed, his voice low and deep and almost growl-y. Some girls might call it . . . sexy. I call it annoying.
"Why don't you sit next to . . . Max Ride. She's the girl in the jean jacket-" Mrs. Neila started describing me.
"I know who she is," Fang cut in.
More heads looked up. This time they were even more interested, even more curious. They wanted to know how Fang knew me already. And why he had grinned when Mrs. Neila said my name.
I gave them a long, hard scowl and they finally looked away.
Fang sat down next to me, but this time barely even glanced at me.
I was pissed. I didn't need stupid rumors going around about Mr. Arrogant McCocky and me.
"You didn't have to say that." I hissed as Mrs. Neila went on about the lesson plan.
The barely-there smirk got bigger. It wasn't an actual smile yet, but close.
"I know." He whispered.
I blinked a few times in surprise. Most guys would've read the death in my voice but he just grinned-in his way- and didn't seem to be affected.
It was then that I decided I hated him.
Poor Max. She's falling in love. But Fang's already in love . . . He just doesn't know it yet.
Oh, and Nudge and Iggy are going to show up a little later- I have a few surprises up my sleeve involving them.
!~PeruvianChick~!
