Hi guys! A lot of people viewed my story! Yay! Sorry I'm posting this chapter late, it's July 4th so I'm spending some time with family and all...Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter two! Hey, that rhymed! :)

Fletcher's P.O.V.

I couldn't pay attention all science class. All I could think of was Olive and what she said. To tell you the truth, I think I'm over my crush (obsession) on Chyna. Don't get me wrong, she's great and all but...I don't really know how to explain it, I just don't like her anymore. I invited her to my party as a friend, nothing more. When I texted invitations to everyone I knew there was someone I was forgetting. That someone happened to be my best friend. My best friend who is probably never talking to me again after our chat in the hallway. "Quimby!" Someone shouted. It was Mr. Marceau, our science teacher. (A/N: I found that out from SciANTs Fair if you're wondering) "Huh?" I asked him. I heard laughs from the rest of the class. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "I asked you to describe, from what we've just learned, the Mohorovičić discontinuity." I panicked. Why would anyone know this?! No one pays attention in class! I suddenly jumped when I felt a small tap on my back. I turned around to find Chyna had a note in her hand. She passed it to me when the teacher bent down to tie his shoe. The note read all this crap I didn't care about, but I read it anyway. I looked up to see a very surprised Mr. Marceau. "Well done, Quimby." he said, though I saw him mumble something else when he probably thought I couldn't see. I scribbled a, 'Thank you! :) You rock!' on the back of the note and passed it back to Chyna. Eventually science ended and as I gathered my things to leave, I overheard the teacher talking to Chyna. The conversation went a little like this,

M: "Miss Parks, passing notes is unacceptable!"

C: "I'm sorry Mr. Marceau! But Fletcher needed my help and I couldn't stand hearing all the kids laugh at him!"

M: "I asked Fletcher to answer the question, Chyna, not you."

C: "I know but-"

M: "Detention! No if's, an's, or but's! See you then."

I heard Chyna sigh then walk out of the classroom. I tried to catch up with her but Mr. Marceau called me and gave an entirely too long speech about not cheating and whatnot. Bottom line I got detention too. I raced to catch up with Chyna but I couldn't find her. Dang it! I went to my locker, grabbed my lunch, put my first period things away, and ran to the A.N.T. farm."Chyna?" I called once I saw her. She was sitting at a small table with her chin resting on her hand. I saw Olive next to her, consoling her. I walked up to them and set my lunch down. "Hey guys." I sat down. "What's up?" Olive rolled her eyes at me. "You're an idiot that's what's up!" If looks could kill, i'd be dead. I sighed, knowing she was right. I walked away to find a paper and pen. Once I found them I wrote: We need to talk. -Fletcher. I walked back over to them and slipped Olive the note under the table, then silently ate my lunch.

Olive's P.O.V.

Fletcher just handed me a note. I instantly knew what it was about. I unfolded it and read We need to talk. -Fletcher. I sighed and received a confused look from Chyna. "What's wrong?" She asked. Then as I tried to hide the note she noticed it and ripped it out of my hands. Her eyes scanned it and then lit up. "AW! OH MY GOSH! ARE YOU GONNA ASK OLIVE OUT, FLETCHER?!" Chyna squealed. As soon as he heard those words his egg salad sandwich came flying out of his mouth and landed on my sweater. "FLETCHER!" I screamed. His eyes widened and he reached for a napkin, apologizing in the process. "I-I'm so sorry! L-Let me help you!" He stuttered. I scowled and snatched the napkin from his hands. "DON'T BOTHER! YOU'LL JUST MESS IT UP, LIKE ALWAYS!" As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I regretted them. You would've too if you'd been the one who said them and then you saw Fletcher's face. I had never seen such hurt in his eyes. Dang it, Olive! You're such an idiot! Apologize, dummy! I screamed in my head. "F-Fletcher, I-I'm so sorry! I didn't-" Fletcher cut me off. "It's okay. I know I'm just a big screw up, you don't have to say it...I'm sorry, Livvy." My voice cracked as I tried to say sorry. "Fletcher, I-" He cut me off with a hand, then he walked away. When he was out of the A.N.T farm Chyna crossed her arms and glared at me. "Olive, I'm going to say exactly what I said to Fletcher earlier, fix it." I sighed knowing I should. I wiped off the remaining egg salad and ran out of the A.N.T. farm to find Fletcher. I looked around the halls for a few minutes, then sighed. Then an idea formed in my head. "Marco!" I shouted. "Polo!" A voice said, Fletcher's voice. "Dang it!" I heard him yell. I laughed and rushed towards the source of his voice. I found him leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom. I sat down next to him. ...Silence...Then he spoke, "Livvy?" He asked. "Yeah, Fletchy?" I responded immediately. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him smile at the sound of his old nickname. "About what I said earlier, and the party, and..." I cut him off. "I forgive you." He turned his head and looked me straight in the eyes. "Livvy, do you have a crush on me?"

(Insert evil laugh here) Mwuhahaha! Cliffy! Please review, it'd mean a lot! Did that sound desperate? Yeah, probably...Anyway, hope you liked it! xoxo 3