Hola mi amigos Glad I could get this chapter up quickly, I was a naughty girl and typed this up during lectures today at university. Hope you like it, please review and let me know.

Again, I do not own BTR, just the plot…le sigh.

Oh hell no.

I had been right. Getting to class late meant that there was only one seat available in the class. And James was in the seat next to it. It appeared that he'd thrown his backpack on the free seat to prevent others from taking it, an almost predatory look on his face as if he was daring someone to take that seat. The second he spotted me, that damn smirk was back on his face because he knew I had no other option than to sit next to him. Grumbling under my breath bitterly, I went to take my seat next to James and prayed that he'd behave himself today. Instead, he stood quick to remove his backpack and pull the chair out for me. I was ready to smack that smirk off his face now.

"After you m'lady." He purred. The guys in the class snickered and the girls would have killed me had they something sharp enough.

I threw myself down in the seat moodily without acknowledging him and took out my books and pen. You'd think after two months of solid silent treatment that he would have gotten the message. Not. Interested. Period.

Thankfully before James could embarrass me (or himself) further Mr. Rocque waddled into the room with huge bug-eye sunglasses on. Clearly someone had had a big night.

"Okay dogs, listen up!" That's as close to a 'good afternoon class' as we'll ever get. "I'm not in the mood to talk today so read Chapter 7 quietly then answer the questions on page 394. Go!"

I opened up my text book to the chapter and began reading quickly. Not two minutes in, I heard a quick 'pst' to my right. I ignored it and kept on reading. I heard this another three times before I nearly lost my cool. I turned to James who had an expectant little smile on his face. Had his eyes always had flecks of green in them? What the…? "Can I help you with something?" I asked bitingly.

"Yeah, I left my book in my locker. Can I read along with you?"

Liar! I can see your book in your bag you're just doing this because you're a – "Fine, but fair warning. I read pretty fast."

"Oh don't worry I think I can keep up." He said with a wink. I ignored this and pushed the book to the middle of the table so we could both see it and fanned out my hair so he couldn't see my face. You know, just in case he misconstrued the fact my cheeks were stained pink because the room was a little warm and not because his shoulder was touching mine and his huge arm thrown over the back of my chair. Because I'm not interested. Yes.

Chapter finally read I flicked to page 394 and began to write down my answers. The questions were all quite easy; I would have these finished in no time.

"Pst!"

Oh fuck me! "What now James?"

"What answer did you get for question five?" he asked innocently.

I gaped at him. I mean, I knew he wasn't the brightest spark in the school but I didn't think he was this stupid! "We just read the chapter with all the answers, you can't have forgotten already."

"Well I did so tell me the answer."

"No, do your own work."

"Aw come on! Pretty please?"

"James, stop it." I groaned. "I just want to get through one class where you don't get me into trouble." I turned back to start writing when I felt his lips, his mother fucking lips, right next to my ear.

"I love the way you moan my name."

I was so startled that I let out a noise between a scream and squeal. There is no way that he just said that to me, in the middle of class no less! Mr. Rocque heard my pathetic little noise and turned on us angrily.

"Emily! James! Stop talking in my class!"

"But sir I was trying to tell him –"

"Don't argue! I want both of you to stay back after class."

Great, just fucking great! I angrily returned to writing out the answers from the text book, almost ripping the page by pressing the pen down so hard. I felt a hot pricking behind my eyes but mercifully kept the tears at bay. James just didn't get it! I wasn't interested and now he's punishing me by getting me into trouble during class. I almost lost my shit when a small ripped piece of paper was pushed by long fingers in front of my face.

I'm sorry.

I snatched the piece of paper and threw it on the floor just to show how pissed off I was. It was petty and childish, sure, but right now I didn't care about his apologies. He was doing this on purpose and had just proved that his chasing me was all about sex. Why does that thought make me sad?

A slow and painful hour later the bell rang and everyone else up and left, leaving James, Mr. Rocque and myself behind.

"So do you two dogs want to explain why you were getting all cosy in my class?" Mr. Rocque demanded.

James smirked but I was less than impressed that he thought we were 'cosy'.

"We weren't." I said firmly. "I was trying to do my work and James kept distracting me and talking to me. We're not anything. I just wanted to do my work."

And there goes that stupid ass smirk. Good…geez, cute when he pouts too. FUCK!

"Likely story," Mr. Rocque huffed. "I expect this kind of crap from James but not you Emily!" I look down, I hate being yelled at. "Well, if you two love spending so much time together –"

"The hell I do!"

"- then you," a pudgy finger was waggled in my face. "can spend the next month and a half before winter break tutoring James."

Son of a bitch! "Yes!" James had jumped up and raised his arms above his head in victory.

"No!" I cried. "Please Mr. Rocque, I'll take detention, I'll take extra homework. Just please, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Oh sure, if you don't want to tutor James then you don't have to." Phew, crisis averted. "Or you can take a failing grade on the next research essay. Your call."

"That's blackmail!"

"Damn right it is! So tutor James and if I see an improvement in his work, you'll both get extra credit points for this class. If BOTH your grades drop, I'll fail you both. Now get out of here, I need some aspirin."

I was beyond fuming now. Not only was I stuck with James consistently for almost two months but now he stood between my perfect 'A' average and my first failure for a subject ever! I unceremoniously threw all my belongings into my bag and barged past a still smiling James. I made sure to throw my shoulder into his side as I bolted past. I think it hurt me more than him.

I felt like screaming, like crying. I wish Camille was here, she could always calm me down. I furiously strode through the halls until I reached the school parking lot. I heard James calling out behind me; he was close, he must have run after me once I left the room.

"Emily, wait up!"

"I'm not in the mood James, just kindly fuck off I've had enough of you today."

A big hand landed on my shoulder roughly and spun me around. James stood only inches away, breathing heavy and looking more than a little confused and…

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" he asked angrily. "Seriously, I've never done anything to you!"

I snorted derisively and shoved his hand away, putting some distance between us. "Never done anything? James, on top of my AP classes and extra credit assignments I now have to tutor you in the little spare time I have! For the last month you've done nothing but annoy and distract me in class and I've had it. And now, to top all of that off, you're what stands between a good grade and a fail and you're standing here wondering why I'm mad at you!"

"But do you hate me Emily, that's what I want to know." Why was he so insistent on this.

I took a deep calming breath, still shaking in anger. "I don't hate you James. I just don't like the way you've been acting around me lately. I mean, this is the longest conversation we've ever had and we've been in the same schools since what? Kindergarten? You're embarrassing me and yourself."

"Well maybe I'm trying to get you to notice to me because I like you, did you ever think about that?" he said softly. Wow, I hadn't expected such a blunt answer. When had he stepped closer?

"You like me?"

"Yeah, I do. You're cute." He blushed. I made James Diamond blush!

"James," I sighed, this was going to be awkward. "Not that I'm not flattered here but honestly, I don't think anything between us would work out."

"Why not?"

"Don't take this the wrong way but I've seen how most of your relationships pan out and I really don't want to be one of those girls. I've seen you do it; you chase them for weeks and when you get them, the interest is gone. The only reason you like me is because I haven't given in yet and the thrill of the chase is still there. You don't really like me."

"Wow, glad I didn't take that the wrong way." He spat sarcastically. "So you wouldn't even entertain the idea of getting to know me better, or even go on one date with me because you think I'm a player."

"It's not something I have to assume here, I've seen the girls and I've heard the stories. It's not like I'm making it up!"

"Right, because all of those girls are telling the truth."

"Are you saying they're lying? About what exactly are they lying?"

"What do you care? You don't want to get to know me or what kind of person I am. I forgot just because you're so fucking smart that you know everything."

I hadn't expected him to be so angry, nor had I expected to respond angrily as well. That's not true, I had expected it. He was right; I didn't know him or anything about the relationships he'd been involved in, only the brief snippets from girls who I didn't even like or associate with. However, my pride was not about to let me admit any of this to him. A stony silence pervaded between us. I sighed deeply and looked up at him. I'd never realised how tall he was up close.

"Look, I don't want to fail this class. I've never failed anything before. And I know you need to keep a B+ average to stay on the hockey team."

"How do you know that?"

"My brother used to play when he was in high school. Anyway, what I'm trying to say here is let's just get through the next two months and pick you're grades up and make sure we both pass. Then we can just go back to normal after that."

He huffed, he was still angry with me. "Fine, whatever."

Great, I was dealing with a petulant child. "Give me your phone. I'll give you my number and get yours so we can organise times this week to study."

He reluctantly takes out his phone and hands it to me while I give him mine. We exchange numbers and hand each other's phone back. I don't miss how his fingers linger a little too long over mine. Nor how there was a little spark when they touched.

"Guess I'll see you tomorrow James."

"Bye."

I turned around and walked the rest of the way to my car, getting and driving out of the parking lot. In a sense I was relieved that James knew I wasn't interested. Maybe now all the ridiculousness would cease and I could move on with life. Who knows, we could get through this with a new friendship at nothing else.

But I still could not shake the image of James' face when I told him that I didn't like him, the flash of sadness and rejection in those hazel eyes with green flecks. The whole way home I resisted the urge to turn my car around and tell him I was sorry. Because I wasn't interested. Period. Yes…?

OKAY! Chapter 2 up and done! Review and let me know, share the love people I promise to have the next few chapters up over the Easter weekend. Much love xo