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I HATE THE NEW LAYOUT OF FANFICTION! WHO'S WITH ME?
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My favorite scene in ALL of Breakout Kings:
Lloyd: We just put our lives in the hands of an ex-gang banger convict.
Erika: Yup.
Ok, so, today in Social Studies, we're reviewing for our final, and it covers material from the last four years. We talked about Lewis and Clark for a few minutes an I literally laughed out loud when Misses L. started talking about them. luckily, everyone else laughed, too, because Joanna was doing something stupid. Phew.
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~Nina's POV~
"Martin and Rutter."
This had to be a coincidence, Rutter is a common name, right? I can't be Fabian...
I walked over and as soon as I turned around, I realized the truth. It was.
We stood there for a moment just starring at each other.
"Will that be a problem?" Professor James smirked.
"No," we both answered. Our gaze didn't break as we sat down. Professor James continues with placing the rest of the class.
I love how I've been trying to forget about how madly I'm in love with Fabian, and here he is, my desk partner.
After all the desk assignments were given, Professor James took his place at his large desk in the front of the room.
"Well, now that we're all settled, I'd like to get properly acquainted. My name is Mister Riley James, Professor James to you, and I have lived in Great Britain all of my thirty four years and I have a wife named Julie and two beautiful daughters named Amelia and Molly who are twin six year olds. I hate the game frisbee because it's unpredictable as to where the bloody disc will fly and chances are it will hit you. I drink tea at seven am, ten am, two pm, and three pm every day. I hate the color orange, and my favorite food is a nice, ripe banana. Any questions?" I couldn't help but notice how much he looked like Mister Winkler.
We all shook our heads no and he smiled and started talking again.
"Now, look at the person next to you," he instructed.
Fabian and I glanced at each other then looked down.
"Introduce yourselves to one another."
Fabian and I sat there quietly.
"Very good, very good. Now, take another look at the person next to you. Take a good look, because they are going to become your best friend over the next year. You will be doing all of your work with them, all of your papers, all of your projects, everything. If you end up dating them, even better. I want you and your partner to be attached at the hip, think the same thoughts, dream the same dreams, everything."
Did he seriously just say that?
"Easy," Fabian and I whispered without thinking. We both blushed and gazed at each other, the tiniest smiles creeping onto our faces.
"Oh, I see we have some willing candidates over here," Professor James eyed us. All heads turned to face Fabian and I. My roommates sneered and turned around a few seconds before everyone else.
Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.
Fabian and I hastily broke our gaze and looked down.
"Now, class, today, you'll be getting to know your partner. Before we get into Egyptian Mythology, I want you to know your partner inside and out. Now, converse!"
The rest of the class began to chatter away.
"When did you start here?" Fabian asked.
"Just...just today..." I managed.
"Why the change of heart?"
"There was nothing...nothing to keep me in America anymore..." I said hesitantly.
"What do you mean, 'nothing to keep you'?"
"Well...Gran...she...she passed away last year...and the Morgan's are all far off. It's not like I would have seen them much anyways...I...I just needed to come back here. Gran...she would have wanted me to," I tried not to cry. Fabian saw my distress and he hugged me.
"Nina, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."
"It's fine."
We pulled apart. Luckily, nobody starred.
"What building are you in?" Fabian quickly changed the topic.
"Um...Rosewood, what about you?"
"I...I'm renting an apartment about a block away from the school."
"Whoa, really? I was looking into that this morning, my roommates hate me, so..."
"How could someone hate you?"
"Ask them," I quickly cocked my head in Mary and Lillian's direction.
"They've always been stuck up," Fabian sighed.
"Figures," I said.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," Fabian reassured me.
How was this going on so normally?
Shouldn't he hate me?
We never really did break up, but still, we (to everybody's disbelief) lost touch. It's hard to date someone when you're living in two different countries.
I need to tell him how sorry I am.
Just when I was about to say something, I noticed his hair was a little too messy. That's a pet peeve of mine that I picked up from living with Amber for three years. I reached over and tasseled it a bit. He blushed a little.
"You haven't changed a bit," I sighed at his adorable boyish grin and blush. No Nina! Shut up! He's not yours! He probably hates you! If you really love him, LEAVE HIM ALONE. Don't even THINK that!
"Neither have you," Fabian smiled.
After a few minutes of mindless chatter from everyone else and small talk from Fabian and I, Professor James intervened in the class.
"Now that we're all well acquainted..." Professor James said, "I say we start our Egyptian adventure!"
Finally!
"Now, I'm going to start out giving you all hieroglyphics to translate with your book. The translations will all be historical facts that should be known. Copy them into your notebook to your best ability. I will as well be passing out the homework assignment. Your pair will be assigned a textbook to work on your homework together if needed. You have the rest of class to work on this."
"Ok, I can do this. I'll be able to finish this all," I thought to myself. I got the sheet and realized I was terribly wrong. I was screwed. I have to do this with Fabian.
What kind of Egyptian History class is this? Isn't it supposed to be Home Ec that partners you up with people that you have to stick close to, not Egyptian History! This was ridiculous...but at the same time...it wasn't...
The only thing I hated was the chance of Fabian hating me. I actually love the fact I'm with him again.
We actually did our assignment quite well, just like we used to.
We actually shared a few laughs, and I kept fixing his hair, and he said something about my eyes that still has me blushing. Oh how I've missed my Fabian...
"That shall be all for today, class. Thank you," Professor James announced at the end of class.
Fabian and I got up and walked towards the door with our hieroglyphics book.
We discovered that we both had free time next class, so we decided to do our hieroglyphics homework. That is, until Professer James called us over to his desk.
"You to make quite the couple," he said thoughtfully. Was this really happening? Our first day here? We barely know this man, and he only knows our names, and apparently that we make a good couple (which I decided not to argue him on, but STILL!) This is messed up. MESSED UP. Worse than Amber and Mick times ten.
"How long have you two known each other?"
"Over five years," we both answered. Great, that helped our situation.
"Were you lovers?"
What kind of question is that? Seriously, what's wrong with this dude? Does he have a right to ask that? An who says 'lovers' anyways?
The both of us just stood there and blushed.
"I think you were," he smiled. "And are."
Could this get any worse than it already is? We have a nutso Professor, he can tell that I still love Fabian, Fabian probably doesn't feel the same way, Professor Nut Job is bringing back the memories, and not to mention we're being embarrassed beyond belief, even if it only is us and Professer James in the room. Again, what kind of Egyptian History class is this?
"Um...we...we have to..." I pointed at the door.
"We have to go. Thank you, Professor." Fabian finished my sentence and pulled me by my hand out of the classroom.
"That was quite..." I started.
"Interesting..." Fabian said nervously, finishing my sentence once again.
"Very," I looked at our clasped hands. I wished he would never let go.
"So do you...want to go work on our hieroglyphics?" Fabian asked.
"Sure," I smiled.
"C'mon, we'll go to the courtyard."
Fabian saw my blush and let go of my hand. Damn it! Always sending the wrong messages...
He led me out of the building to a huge grassy area with trees, flowers, benches, and about two hundred college kids. Wow, a lot of people with free periods...
We sat cross-legged next to each other in the grass and began to work.
"I can't seem to find this one..." I pointed to an odd symbol.
"Hmm...maybe Mary found it, I'll ask," Fabian pointed at Mary and Lillian doing their homework with their partners and got up to go ask them. I felt a pang of jealousy as he talked to them and the flirted with him. I seriously could have gone and back handed one of them right then and there. Fabian walked back over rolling his eyes, obviously annoyed with them. Good.
"Apparently, it's not in the book. I have my laptop though," Fabian said.
"What's up with the exasperated look?" I asked.
"Them..." Fabian looked over at Mary and Lillian.
"What about them?"
"They're just so...desperate..."
Ha! He doesn't like them!
Calm down Nina...it doesn't mean he likes you either...
Fabian sat back down and took his laptop out of his bag. I couldn't help but notice it's the same bag he's had since I met him. I knew this was definitely true because I saw the little heart I drew on it once when I was bored. I put 'I love Fabian' inside of it. I'm surprised he kept it. I also couldn't help but notice taht it seemed darker than before...like someone retraced it repeatedly...
Fabian opened his laptop and I couldn't help but smile. His screen was a picture of all the Anubis kids when we were only sixteen. His arm was around my shoulders and I was hugging him from the side. All nine of us were laughing. Joy was on Mick's back, Amber was on Alfie's lap, Mara was being held by Jerome, and Patricia was cracking up. Those were the days...
I kept smiling, because I realized that it was my screen, too. Looks like I'm not the only one who misses Anubis House...
We eventually found what we were looking for and our homework was finished. Fabian was studying to become a Historian just like I was, so I wasn't surprised when I discovered he was in my next class; European History. He was also in my French (I know, stupid to keep taking it, but I did) and Literature classes. I knew we wouldn't have any sort of math or science together because Fabian excelled in those and was two levels above me.
Surprise surprise, when we went to our next to classes that we had together, Professor James walked out of each right before we walked in and we ended up sitting with each other.I have officially found the male alter ego of Amber at this college.
After our two classes, we were done for the day.
"I'll see ya later," I said to Fabian in the hallway.
"See ya," Fabian sighed. Wait...sighed? Why did he sigh? That makes it seem like he doesn't want me to leave...like he doesn't hate me...
We went our separate ways and I called Mara when I got back to my room.
We agreed to meet at a cafe on campus to catch up.
Right as I was about to leave, Lillian and Mary called me over.
"Yes?" I asked, a tad exasperated.
"So roomie, how do you know Fabian?"
"We...we went to school together...he was my bo...best friend..."
"Do you think you could..you know...hook me up with him?" Mary grinned.
"No," I said flatly. With that, I turned on my heel and walked out. Great way to start off with my roommates.
On my way to the cafe, i had another collision, this time, with Alfie and Jerome. The only other difference was that they rammed into me on purpose.
"Nina!" They exclaimed when I got up. I never did get them too well.
"Hey you guys," I laughed and hugged them.
"C'mon," they linked their elbows in mine and I was sandwiched between them.
"Where are we going?"
"To the cafe to meet Mara. We wanted to make sure you didn't get lost," Jerome explained. Sureee.
Once we got to the cafe, Mara sat there in a booth waiting with four cups of tea. Jerome and Alfie scooched in to the opposite side of the booth from Mara and I sat next to her.
"So Nina, you and Fabian re-hit it off today, I hear?" Jerome teased. "I guess living in the past comes with your career choice."
Alfie started to laugh with Jerome. Mara kicked both of them under the table.
"Sorry," they both muttered.
"Wait till I tell Amber that you and Fabian are back together!" Alfie plotted.
"NO! I mean, no...we're not. I'm pretty sure he hates me..." I stirred my tea around.
"What?" Mara, Jerome, and Alfie all did a spit take with their tea. Luckily, it didn't get on anyone's face. To avoid talking, I mopped it up with my napkin.
"Are you kidding me, Nina?" Jerome asked, disbelief spread all over his face.
"Fabian's crazy about you! Still!" Mara said.
"You guys don't have to go all Amber on me. It's fine if he doesn't," I lied.
"Nina, you SUCK at lying. We know that you two are still all lovey dovey mushy gushy for each other. Don't play around," Alfie said.
"Really?" I asked. I didn't totally believe them, but I decided that their simultaneous spit take had to mean something, so I'd learn a little more.
"Really," they all said.
"No..." I looked down and trailed off.
"That's it. I'm going to show you how serious we are."
Oh god, what's he going to do?
He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and put the phone up to his ear.
"Hey Mick, it's Alfie."-"Listen, I have a little scenario for you..."-"Say Nina transferred here and she thinks that Fabian hates her even when Mara, Jerome, and I tell her otherwise..."-"Yes, you heard right."-"Okay, be sure to tell him that we all say he's one to, except for Nina."-"Kay, thanks Mick."-"What? Okay, here she is" Alfie handed the phone to me.
"Hello?" I asked timidly.
"Nina, Fabian still loves you, you still love Fabian, nothing's changed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go call my best mate the git and give him a piece of my mind," Mick hung up. I grimaced and looked at Alfie, giving him his phone back. As soon as he had it, he punched in another number.
"Hey Trixie, it's Alfie."-"Listen, I have a little scenario for you..."-"Say Nina transferred here and she thinks that Fabian hates her even when Mara, Jerome, Mick, and I tell her otherwise."-"No, we called him."-"Ok, here."
"It's Trixie and Joy," ALfie smiled and handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Nina, what the hell? Fabian is in love with you, and I'm pretty sure you're still head over heels for him. Do you know how much he still talks about you to Mick? A lot," Joy said.
"I...I..."
"Stop 'I'ing and go talk to Fabian!" Patricia scolded and hung up. I gave the phone back to Alfie and he started to punch in another phone number.
"Saved the best for last," Alfie grinned evilly. Mara and Jerome, who were now holding hands over the table (Which sent a pang of longing for Fabian through my chest), smirked.
"Oh no," my eyes got huge.
"Hey Amsie,"-"I have a little scenario for you..."-"Say Nina transferred here and she thinks that Fabian hates her even when Mara, Jerome, Mick, Trixie, Joy and I tell her otherwise."
"WHAT? LET ME TALK TO HER!" Amber's shout was so unbelievably loud.
Oh no.
"Hello?" I squeaked after I put Alfie's phone up to my ear.
"NINA MARTIN WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING? DO YOU KNOW NOTHING? REALLY? ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO MAKE ME COME FROM FRANCE AND ENSURE YOU TWO-"
I cut her off mid sentence by saying, "Amber, no, this is just a misunderstanding. I have to go, I'll call you later, bye," I hung up.
"What'd you do that for? It was just starting to get good!" Jerome laughed.
"Do you believe us now?" Alfie asked, waggeling his eyebrows back and forth.
"You guys, come on, they haven't seen him in forever, either, and how would you know? Better yet, how did you know that Fabian was in my classes?"
"I have Literature right before you and I overheard that crazy professor of yours talking to Mister Conte about you two," Jerome grinned evilly.
"And I bumped into Fabian on our way to knock you over and asked him about you. He got that nervous look in his eye he used to get whenever we talked about yo two being a couple your first year here. He most definitly still fancies you. A lot,'' Alfie said.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. They must be joking. If I were Fabian, I'd hate me (me as in ME me, Nina me.).
"Do you know how many girls Fabian's turned down?" Jerome asked.
"I'd...I'd rather not..."
I knew one of them was probably Mary.
"And we know you still fancy him. Why won't you just admit it?" Alfie asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I kept my gaze with the table locked in place.
"Seriously, Nina?" Mara laughed.
"You're a TERRIBLE liar and we can read you like a book!" Jerome snickered.
"I have to go," I got up.
"Please, Nina, c'mon," Alfie said.
"I think I'm gonna turn in early," I sighed.
Jerome looked at his watch.
"It's only four o'clock."
"I still have a lot of unpacking to do. I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow..."
"Okay..." they all said.
I walked back to my dorm just to find the seldom few things I had unpacked back in my suitcase. Great welcome gift.
I wonder what Fabian is doing right now...
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