Alright, here is a second chapter. (: I felt inspired a bit tonight to write. I own nothing.

Teen Living class has always been a bore for me. We never really do anything in this class, but since it is reaching the end of the year our teacher has planned a big assignment for us. In all seriousness, I think she is doing this to torture us. She was slack all year and now that grades are due, she needs to produce some assignments to get marks for us.

I glanced around the room, nobody was paying our teacher the slightest bit of attention as she took the attendance. After she called attendance, she sat at her desk and started to type at her computer. Finally, after twenty minutes of silence, she stood.

"Class" she said. Nobody even glanced up. "CLASS" she raised her voice, a bit more stern now. She had my attention, but everyone in the back was still piled around Brooke and Peyton's desks. After a moment, in a moment of desperation, the teacher smacked her ruler against the desk in front of her.

SMACK. The desk just happened to be mine. I squeaked in surprise. I heard a few snickers from the back as the class turned to Mrs. Carter, giving her their attention.

"Good." Mrs. Carter commented, now pacing around the room. "Class. I have a end of the year assignment for you. It is very important and will count fifty percent towards your final grade". A few sighs and boos filled the room. Mrs. Carter raised her ruler, threatening to smack in on the desk again. I tensed up, why does she always have to stop in front of my desk!

The class was silent once more and Mrs. Carter continued " I have put numbers into a hat" she pointed to her desk where an old looking hat laid. It was one of those hats that old women wear. The ones with feathers and flowers in them. It has got to be the ugliest head wear in the world.

The teacher walked over to her desk and picked up the hat and continued "Each of you will draw a number, and whomever draws the same number will be your partner on this assignment." Mrs. Carter then opened her desk drawer and pulled out a detector. "This is a detector. You and your partner will spend the week together, as well as the weekend. Each detector has to be within fifty feet I believe it was…." her voice trailed off as she read something on her computer screen.

"Yes. That is correct." she concluded " Now I know I can't keep you students out of your other classes, so each morning you will report to me and I will turn off these detectors. And every afternoon, after your classes, you will report back to me to have the detectors turned back on. "

Mrs. Carter picked up a box that was sitting behind her desk and started to pass out the detectors. " I will be attaching the detectors to your wrists. I know teenagers, you'll have one person carry both to get out of the assignment. It won't happen this time" she said, a toothy grin spread across her face. After the box was empty she went back to the front and wrote on the board.

"You will have three parts to this assignment. First, you and your partner have to write an essay at the end of the week on what you've learned about the other. It is a way that I'll know you actually spoke over the time period." she laughed as if she made a joke, when nobody laughed with her she continued " Second, you have to present your partner a gift over the weekend. Something, again, to show you learned a bit from your partner throughout the week" Her marker squeaked as she wrote out the instructions. My pen was writing violently trying to keep up with her. I noticed I was the only one in the room writing… This made me turn red, and I put my pencil down.

"Finally, the last part is actually what you'll be doing for the remainder of class. You are going to write a letter to your partner. First impressions can sometimes be misleading" she said as she finished writing on the board. "Any questions?" she asked.

A split second later Tim's voice called out " I can't wait to have a girl sleeping in my bed!". The class snickered. Mrs. Carter raised her hand to silence her class. "Good point Tim. I have taken the liberty of contacting your parents. Their will be sleeping arrangements for any students who come with a opposite sex paring. This is a school assignment, not a way to get laid boys." she said in a stern voice. The class didn't seize to giggle. I even smiled a bit, glancing around the room.

"What about same sex couples" I heard a voice say. My heart stopped beating. I made eye contact with Rachel. She was smirking at me "I've head some rumors that we've got a queer in our class". Now the whole class was staring at me. I turned beat red, I felt tears forming in my eyes. I decided I didn't mind when nobody noticed me. Lucas came to my rescue "Shut up Rachel. If you spent as much time on school work as you did not minding your own business, your father wouldn't have to pay to keep your stupid ass in school" he sneered. I loved Lucas, I really did, but his comment was harsh. My eyes widened in astonishment.

The teacher slapped her ruler down on my desk again. SMACK. I squeaked again. The class laughed at me, again. "class!" SMACK. Squeak. Snickers. "Attention please!" she called, slamming her ruler again on my desk. SMACK. Squeak. Snickers grew louder this time. My face was so hot, I knew I was extremely red by now. Mrs. Cater finally realized that smacking my desk with her ruler wasn't very smart. She moved on to another desk. "SILENCE"

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The class was quiet, aside from random giggles.

"Rachel and Lucas. See me after class" she said turning and grabbing her hat off the desk. "Now, we don't have much time. Pick your numbers and your first assignment is to be done before you leave today." She walked around the room and everyone took a number. It was finally my turn. I pulled out the last sheet of paper. 21. It said. I wonder who else had my number…

I glanced at Lucas. He mouthed "14" to me. I shook my head sadly. He wouldn't be my partner.

Then Nathan stood. "Alright, who is the lucky lady?" he smirked and read his number out loud. "Peyton, you have number 16, right?".

I looked over as Peyton opened her paper. "Nope, 14" she said and looked around the room. Lucas raised his hand "I have 14" he said. The two made eye contact. I could sense a spark there. I knew Lucas had a thing for Peyton, but I got a vibe from Peyton that it could be mutual.

"I have 16" Tim said eagerly. "DUDE! Party!" he said throwing his hand up, ready for a high-five. Nathan shook his head and sat down. The rest of the class read off their numbers. Bevin was paired with Skills. This was an odd coupling because Bevin was a cheerleader and Skills… well, he didn't really have a label. He hung out with Lucas and played basketball on the River court, but he didn't try out for the school's team like Luke.

Rachel was paired with Mouth. This kind of bothered me because Mouth was my friend too. Even though we didn't speak much, I knew he liked Rachel. Rachel will destroy him during this assignment.

Everyone was paring up quickly. I looked towards the back and came in contact with my green eyed beauty. How long had she been staring at me? She wasn't the only one staring at me. Peyton was shooting daggers my way. What is her deal anyway? Peyton grabbed Brooke's paper. "Who has 21" she questioned out loud, although I'm sure she knew the answer. I hesitantly raised my hand. Peyton laughed "Brooke, you're paired with Tutor-Nerd". I made eye contact with Brooke once more. Her face was unreadable.

Maybe this class doesn't suck after all…

There is chapter two. What do you think?