CHAPTER 2

As I was speaking in front of the class, I was distracted by someone entering the classroom through the door at the back. Everyone noticed the change in my gaze and they turned their heads.

"Excuse me?-" Mr. Darby asked the man who just entered the room.

"Sorry sir, I'm late. I got lost." I'm pretty sure that's a lie. With the way he's smirking, he doesn't look like a guy who just 'got lost'. But wow, I am standing in front of the whole class with my voice and knees slightly shaking from the stage fright, but this guy just had the guts to smirk? That is some self-confidence you got there, mister.

The girls in class tried their best not to look so smitten while some of our classmates were looking at him trying to stifle their laughs. Looks like they had some inside joke with this guy. He clearly was enjoying himself what with all the attention directed at him.

"And you are?"

"Harvey Specter." He said. Very confidently.

"Ah. Of course. Take a seat Mr. Specter." Said Mr. Darby, quite wide-eyed when he heard 'Specter'. This guy is probably famous in campus. He is good-looking so that's not surprising. He's like one of those guys that everybody loves. Either that or they're just too afraid of him. He has this cool, really intimidating vibe. Oooh, looks like he's the male version of Donna 1.0.

"Yes, sir." He scanned the whole room, searching for a seat. The only free ones were my seat, of course, as I was standing in front of the class, and the seat behind me. Everyone stared at him as he stood there looking like a dashing prince charming searching for his damsel in distress. He saw the vacant seats, and proceeded to go and sit on one of them. He has now seated and- oh wait, did he just sit on MY seat?

OH, HE DID. He IS sitting on MY seat. OH NO, sir. You're supposed to sit behind me, sir. I'm already friends with my seatmate. You can't- No. You do not get to sit there. Are you dumb?! Can't you see I have my things there?! Seriously, ugh!

I don't even know why I'm overreacting. It just really bothers me. Must be the control freak in me.

While I was mindlessly freaking out inside my head, I looked at Rachel, who's just staring at him, looking starstruck. He just winked at her and she's slack-jawed. Wow. What an over-confident douche this guy is. Rachel looked like she wanted to say to him that he just took someone else's seat, but she's too afraid. Oh, come on, Rachel!

Well, if she's not gonna do it, then I will.

"Uhm- excuse me, I'm sorry but that's my seat." I said, trying my best to sound polite. And the entire class gaped at me. Everything was like in slow-motion. I almost wanted to laugh when I saw their faces and they all looked… shocked. As if I did something completely forbidden, as if I just dropped the f-bomb in class.

What? That IS my seat. No one takes Donna Paulsen's seat.

I saw his facial expression change from shock to entertained. He looked down and saw my things on the desk and as if he just realized what he did, he said "Oh. Right! Right. I am so sorry." He stood up again and transferred to the seat behind mine. He smiled at me and nodded a little, like he is acknowledging the situation and he is in complete awe of what I just did. Wow. He's really pretty. Ugh, stop it Donna!

Rachel just kept switching her gaze from me to him, a little open-mouthed as she witnessed this staring contest between me and the pretty guy. There's tense silence. It's like there's this electricity flowing between us. I'm not sure if the whole class felt it, but I did. I definitely did. And he's just there smiling at me.

Mr. Darby cleared his throat. "Anyway, Ms. Paulsen would you like to continue?"

I nodded. But my knees won't stop shaking. Damn it. Can't you just stop shaking for a second?

"Uhm- Okay. So yeah. I'm Donna, I'm 16. I'm from Cortland. And I'm really looking forward to know you and spend the rest of the school year with all of you." I said, very quickly. Lame, Donna! Lame! That is so not what you rehearsed last night in front of the mirror.

I looked at Mr. Darby not knowing what I should say next or if what I said is already good enough, and he understood my hesitation. "Okay. Thank you, Ms. Paulsen. It's nice to meet you. I hope you have a great time here in your new school."

I smiled at Mr. Darby and went back to my seat awkwardly. I hate this. This is the one thing I hate about being Donna 2.0. Where is my self-confidence? It used to be so effortless to talk in front of a bunch of people. I don't know what changed. It seems like when my pen ran out of ink earlier, my 'self-confidence pen' ran out of ink too.

Before I sat, I peeked a glance at him behind me and he's still smiling at me. Seriously, what is with this guy? If I didn't know any better I'd say he's a psycho, smiling at me for no reason. Maybe he's trying to be nice to me? I don't know. I don't care anymore.

Few more hours passed, and Rachel invited me to have lunch with her. It looked like she took pity on me because she knew I would have to eat my lunch alone in the cafeteria if she didn't invite me. She chose to have her lunch with me alone instead of with her other friends, maybe because she thought I'd get overwhelmed if they all joined me. I appreciated it. We went to the cafeteria and we ordered our food. We sat on the corner and proceeded to eat our lunch. I like this, a quiet lunch with Rachel where no one in the other tables gaped at me while I eat or talked about me. No one cares. I don't feel like an alien anymore. I feel like a chameleon. Blending in.

Bliss.

"So Donna, how's your day so far? Still alive?" Rachel asked, smiling knowingly.

I snorted. "Barely."

"Pretty intense moment you had there earlier with the great Harvey Specter, huh?"

"Oh my god, yes! You felt that too?!" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper while chewing my food.

"Donna, I think the whole class did."

"Oh god." I sighed and put my face on my palm. "I don't understand why that encounter was so awkward. Who the hell is he?!"

Rachel laughed.

"Oh Donna. You are in for a treat. He's the great Harvey Reginald Specter. Everybody either loves him or wants to BE him. He's the insanely hot football captain of the varsity team. Also, captain of the debate team. Top of the class. President of the student council. He's basically perfect, incredibly charming. Legendary. The dream of every girl in this campus..." Rachel kept talking, but my short attention span made my focus fly away from Rachel.

I was impressed. But not THAT impressed. After all, everything Rachel enumerated about this Specter guy, I did all those things too (and more) when I was in Vancouver.

But oh my god. He really IS the male version of Donna 1.0, isn't it? I hate Donna 1.0.

"Oh, and did I mention he's extremely hot?" Rachel continued.

"Ugh. Yuck. I already hate him." I did a fake grossed out expression.

"Ha! You say that now Donna, but let's see if you'll soon fall prey to his charm too."

"God, no. He looks like he's one of THOSE guys..."

"Donna. He's like the hottest guy in campus. And-"

"And let me guess, the great Harvey Specter is also filthy rich. Am I right?"

"Uh- no. Despite, what most people seem to assume about him, he's not."

What? No? Really? I was certain he is.

"Really? But he had that rich bastard vibe." I echoed my thoughts aloud.

Rachel snorted. She dropped her spoon and fork and looked at me. She sighed. Oh dear, my interest has been piqued.

"Okay, listen. From what I know, he's only on a scholarship. He couldn't afford his studies. Being a member of the varsity team definitely helps, and being top of his class."

"His parents?"

"Divorced. Years ago. His father died last year. His mother… uhm- I don't know. It's quite tragic. He has a brother, by the way. Marcus Specter. Also very good-looking. Ugh. Harvey's supporting himself and his brother right now. Working student, you know."

Oh. NOW, I'm impressed. A moment to process all these information, please. Thanks.

"Wow. Th- that's pretty hard, right? It's amazing he can handle it. Being a working student and managing to stay top of his class and the varsity and-"

"I told you, he's perfect."

"Oooh, I see someone has a crush on him." I raised my eyebrows at Rachel.

"Haha. No." She snapped back. Clearly not wanting to be categorized as one of THOSE girls.

"Well, you do know A LOT about him." I accused. Entertained about her change in demeanor.

"Those are pretty well-known information about him around the campus, Donna. Okay? And now that you know these information," she whispers, "use them wisely." She winked.

"Uhm- Okay? I don't know exactly what you mean Rachel but, okay."

"Right. We'll see." She smirks.

I really don't know what she's trying to say with that all-knowing smile of hers. But, whatever. Rachel and I continued to eat our meals while I processed the information I just got on the great Harvey Specter. Fine, I gotta admit it. Based from everything Rachel said, he's pretty amazing. Of course I'll have to confirm those information on my own. But I just realized, I was wrong.

Harvey Specter is not just the male version of Donna 1.0.

He is so much better.

A/N: Next chapter, Donna and Harvey finally interact. Stay tuned!

And please review! I'd really love to know your thoughts on this. :)