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Chapter 2
(Terra's POV)
"The nerve of some people," I muttered under my breath as I stalked to my next class, the one I was undoubtedly late for.
"I mean, seriously. Grabbing my fricken' wrist, stealing my stuff. Holding it hostage. He probably would've made me pay ransom if I hadn't threatened to scream," I continued, rounding the corner and entering the first door on the left.
"What if he'd broken it," I continued, ignoring the teacher who looked at me in disdain, gesturing to my seat as if I wasn't already heading in that direction.
"I probably would've sued him," I mused aloud, only halting my speech after getting shushed by the teacher, whose glare could've melted steel. I did manage to role my eyes without her noticing, though.
The class was dull, much like the other classes I had to sit through. Even though I tried to be a good student, school never really appealed to me. I did what was required and hated to be late, but other than that, I hoped for the best. My B average was nothing to be ashamed of, so what was the point in expending more effort than was due?
Before I knew it, the bell rang signaling for lunch to begin. I gathered all of my things and put them in my bag, only remembering that it was in disarray after I tried to put my notebook in its normal spot. I sighed in frustration, deciding that I would fix it after I got into the cafeteria.
I meticulously closed the zipper of my bag, pulled my notebook close to my chest and slung the bag over my shoulder.
I walked into the chaos that was the school hallway with a slight sense of dread. Making it through the throng of people was never easy. It was like taking a toothpick to a swordfight. When you only had one person against an entire mass of students, there was no use.
I pushed my way past several students, most of which either ignored me or looked at me like I was some sort of extraterrestrial. Yep, school life sucked.
I entered the cafeteria, searching for Phoebe as I did so. She wasn't in her normal spot by the window, so I had no idea where she could be other than detention. She was great, but getting into trouble was one of her various unhelpful talents. She was great at mouthing off to teachers, being late for class and hooking up with every other guy in the school. If I didn't hate Paul so much, I would probably suggest that they get together on account of how similar they were.
I headed in the direction of our normal spot, eyeing someone who was headed in that direction. Like hell they would take my spot. I had been the 'owner' of that spot for over a year. It was the perfect place to sit, the place where you could look out at the beach, which was situated a few miles away. That was probably why everyone always gave me the evil eye when I sat there.
I started jogging in that general direction, only to trip over someone's bag, which had been carelessly dropped between two sets of tables. I spouted some colorful words as my notebook left my grasp, sliding a few feet in front of me.
Before I tried to untangle myself from the bag, no doubt in an ungraceful fashion, a hand was proffered, which I gladly took.
"Thanks," I mumbled, looking at the horrid bookbag with a mix between anger and embarrassment.
"Here," the person muttered, practically shoving my notebook into my hand before walking away.
"Hold up!" I shouted, after getting over my initial shock. I sprinted over to the person who had helped me. It took a while to get to the person because of the crowd of people, as well as the long strides that the person was taking in the opposite direction. Luckily I reached the obviously-male figure before he rounded the corner. I reached up and was barely able to grab the person's shoulder.
"What?" He asked in an aggravated tone. That only served to call upon my 'what the hell' personality.
"If you'd be so kind as to give a rat's ass about the gratitude I was about to show you, then you would turn around," I nearly ground out. Disrespect directed at me was annoying.
"What?" The person asked, less moody, as they pulled a set of ear buds, that I had failed to notice, out of their ears.
"Ummmm..." I was at a loss for words. I felt really bad for turning on my 'bitch' mode. It was just that I had taken so much crap from everyone today that I didn't need to deal with a nice person who couldn't even stick around for a thanks. I shook my head to gain some clarity before continuing.
"Just wanted to say thanks..." I paused, hoping he could tell me his name.
"Jared?" He said as a question, obviously unsure of what I wanted from him. A stone cold look was abruptly covering any possible features on my face that could have portrayed gratitude.
"Lahote's friend?" I said with an icy tone.
"Yeah. I mean, we haven't been friends for long or anything, but... Well, we are now. I mean, when he's not being an ass. I need to go..." He said, slightly nervous, before trying to take off.
"Wait!" I shouted, grabbing his arm. It seemed entirely too warm.
"Are you running a fever?"
"What?" He asked in surprise.
"It's just that you're really hot."
"So glad you noticed," he said, winking at me before a shudder went through his body.
"I really need to go," he said, still trying to walk away.
"Hey!" I yelled again as he tried to gently untangle my hand from around his arm.
"I HAVE to go. Right now. Seriously. You're gonna' get me in trouble. And while I love trouble, the last kind of trouble I want is from Paul about his girl," he said, before his eyes widened. At this point he didn't seem like he cared too much about being gentle with my hand. He just wanted it off of his arm so he could flee.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, but by this time, my hand had been completely removed from Jared's arm and he had run, in what I perceived a speed far too fast for a normal person, around the corner and out of sight.
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