"So, did he text you?" Alex greeted me as I searched in my locker for my biology book. I knew I had it last Friday and I didn't bring it home. It's not like it grew legs and ran away. Frustrated, I pulled all the books out of my locker, throwing them on the floor.

"No," I growled at Alex in reply. I knew I was taking my anger out on her, just a bit, but nothing was going right for me this morning.

"Jesus, only asking," she replied, leaning against the locker beside mine, pressing her freshly glossed lips together. I sighed, leaning my head back, and closing my blue eyes for a few seconds before opening them to look at her.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, examining her outfit while I spoke. "I love your shirt!" I squealed. She was wearing the cutest light pink t-shirt, and white wash skinny jeans.

She smiled. "Thanks. I would say I love your jeans, but I can't say that, because girl, they're mine!" she laughed teasingly.

The bell rang, somewhere down the hall and we both groaned at the same time. "I have to go," Alex said, sighing.

"Wait, did you see my bio book?" I said quickly before she walked away.

"Nope, sorry," she said, turning around and running down the half empty hallway to her class.

I groaned again, then opened the locker of the girl beside me, whose name was something like Maria or Mary or something, and took the book, closing both lockers and ran down the hallway to class. Despite the last bell already having rang, there was only a handful of people in the lab, and there was no sign of either. I walked down to my assigned seat, beside the studious Alison Holden that I had grown to hate. I ignored her, she ignored me, end of story.

I couldn't help notice that Nick was not in his seat, but then again, when was he ever on time? I leaned back in my uncomfortable seat, as Alison flustered through her countless notes beside me. I swear, that girl took enough notes for the rest of the class put together. My notes copy was oddly lacking in notes. I think I had filled one or two pages, doodling Nick's name in a heart, one rainy day back in February when he first joined the class.

A few more people sauntered into the lab carelessly, taking their seats. But none of them were Nick. I glanced over at Jason's seat, and seen that it was vacant. I smiled, knowing that he usually walked in with Nick. After smoking their first of many cigarettes of the day.

"Miley? Miley!" I heard Alison yell at me, clearly frustrated. Her round glasses were pushed down to the tip of her nose, and allowing her green eyes to bore into mine.

"What?" I replied, exasperated.

"Did you get question nineteen?" she asked me. "Is it Peritoneum? I don't understand how I can't remember." Her face scrunched up a little in fear that there was actually something she doesn't know.

"We had homework?" I asked, flipping my book open. Maybe I was further behind in this class than I thought. I guess reading the question wouldn't hurt. Maybe I could help her.

I could tell she was rolling her eyes, but I kept my eyes on my book, well, whatever-her-name-is' book.

"Honestly, Miley. Keep up!" she said, talking to me like I was a baby. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the urge to insult her. I opened my eyes and found the questions on the chapter we were on and sighed.

"What question did you say again?" I knew that was going to get on her nerves, but I couldn't help it.

"Nineteen," she said, calmly, like she was trying to control her frustration and coat her voice in nonchalance.

I looked down at the book, quickly locating question nineteen. Alison sighed beside me, and her long fingers reached in and turned the pages. I looked up, wondering what she was doing. I'd just found the question, hadn't I?

"Miley, we finished that chapter weeks ago." She stabbed her finger at a different chapter, that I could swear I've never seen before.

"Oh," I said indifferently. I glanced up as somebody entered the room, and couldn't help but be disappointed when I saw that it was Rosie, probably the most beautiful girl in the school. She flicked her softly curled dark hair as she took her seat, which was ironically next to Nick. She spent biology trying to flirt with Nick. He just ignored her most of the time. I should know, since I spend the class just staring at Nick.

"Fine, Miley, I'll figure it out by myself," Alison snapped, knowing I was of no assistance to her. She turned her body as far away from me as possible, and I continued to ignore her as I spotted walk in the door, clad in her usual white blouse and black pleated skirt, shutting the door behind her.

I sighed, leaning my head down on the desk. It looked like Nick wasn't coming today. About ten seconds later, the door opened, and my eyes immediately shot up. Jason walked in, Nick following closely behind him, looking unbelievably hot, as always. His hair seemed to be extra messy today and it was totally sexy. I sighed painfully, knowing that I'd had my chance, but he simply didn't like me. Who was I kidding anyways? He could have anyone he wanted, why would he pick me?

He ran his hand through his hair, disheveling it even more then glanced down at the class as Jason handed a piece of paper to . No doubt some kind of forged explanation of their punctuation, or lack thereof. His dreamy chocolate swirls locked with my eyes for a few seconds, before he glanced away, noticing Jason had already gone to his seat and sat down beside Rosie. She shot him a seductive smirk and he smiled weakly in response, glancing behind him again, catching my eyes again. I looked down quickly, praying he wouldn't realize I was staring at him.

I straightened up in my seat, looking straight ahead at . I dared myself to inconspicuosly glance at him and tried not to smile as I realized he was still gazing at me. Jesus, he's looking at me like this in class, but couldn't manage to text me all weekend? I diverted my eyes to the page in front of me, trying to listen to 's droning voice.

A few minutes later, I felt my phone vibrate against my leg under the table. Please be Nick, I thought to myself. I tried to act nonchalant, slipping my hand into the pocket of my jeans and pulling out my phone, making sure to keep it under the table and opened the text.

From: Unknown number
Message: I never did catch your name...;) -nick.

I bit my lip, trying to hid a smile that was threatening to creep up. Glancing up at him, to find his back facing me, I started to reply.

To: Unknown number
Message: It's Miley. Or M, if you like :)

I quickly saved his number as a contact and returned my eyes to his back, waiting for him to receive the text. A few seconds later, my phone buzzed again.

From: Nick :)
Message: Cute name ;)

I smiled before typing a message back.

To: Nick :)
Message: Thnx. I like yours too :)

And he never replied to that. I sat there, the whole class, waiting for his reply, but it never came. It seemed like hours before the class ended, and voice finally stopped. I had tried, and failed to keep my eyes off Nick. Oh well. I think it was already obvious I liked him. I just didn't want to seem too desperate.

I grabbed the girl's book, jumping out of my seat, almost colliding with another student in the process. I walked slow, so that I was exiting the class just ahead of Nick.

"Miley, can I talk to you?" I heard Nick's dreamy voice call out. Score!

I turned around, meeting his chocolate orbs. "Sure," I said casually.

"Come on," he murmered seductively, while leading me over to a vacant window sill and he leaned against it.

"So, what's your deal?" he asked, as I stood facing him, trying to remember to breathe.

"My deal?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows.

"Yeah. Why are you suddenly talking to me?"

"No reason," I said innocently, my heart sinking at his tone. It sounded like he didn't want me talking to him.

He quickly caught on. "Not that I don't want you to talk to me. You seem...interesting," he said, leaning a little closer.

"Interesting?" I raised my eyebrows, not sure what he meant by interesting.

"Yeah. You don't seem like every other easy girl in this school."

"I can be easy," I said softly, not wanting to ruin this rare chance with him. He wanted easy, I could give him easy.

"I like challenges."

I smirked, smiling at the proximity of my face to his. The hallway was almost empty, but I didn't care if I was going to be late for class.

"Excuse me guys, What's the delay?" I heard the principal ask, as he walked around the corner and spotted Nick and I beside the window, in the empty corridoor.

"What's the rush?" Nick asked, smirking as he placed one of his hands on my waist, pushing my away from him just a little.

"Detention, Jonas," Mr. Lewis retorted, not pausing as he continued to walk past us down the hallway.

"I'll see you later?" I said.

"Yeah," Nick smiled. I knew it was about time I left, but I couldn't seem to pull myself away from his smile.

He leaned in slowly, almost touching my lips, then he whispered "bye" and turned around, walking away, smirking to himself.

I'm way in over my head.