Social Network, Chapter Two

A/N: Alright, so I was requested to continue this! I'm glad you all like it! Fang's real name is going to be Nick in this, since he had used that before and I can't really think of one. Also, Iggy can see in this, in case anyone had any questions, and he is about seventeen. So, enjoy alright? :3

James opened his crystal blue eyes slowly, the sunlight from his window peeking through the blinds and into his eyes. As he glanced over, he had realized he woke up just a half hour before his alarm would go off, meaning he had a full hour before he would get up and go to school for another agonizing six and a half hours. At least his part-time job was fun to work with, seeing as him working at a bookstore he was given the chance to read all the books he could imagine.

Pushing aside his blankets, he shivered from the chill of the autumn air that had filled his room as he had left his window open. Running fingers through his hair, he walked around his room, pulling on his school uniform that consisted of black slacks, a white short sleeved button down, and a blue tie. The ties were what gave you your grade; red for a freshman, green for a sophomore, blue for a junior, and black for a senior. These ties were to categorize you if you were to gain respect or you were teased and picked on, and depending the color, you would have to put up with either you get.

After being completely ready, James finally sat at his computer and opened up his chat that had been flashing for a couple minutes, showing him he had a message.

FangDarkAngel457: Hey.

James smiled a little, according to the time the "Fang" had sent this message only about ten minutes ago.

ExplosionIggy101: Good morning.

FangDarkAngel457: Eh, I guess it could be good if it wasn't so early.

He yawned a little, deciding that maybe before he left he could grab a coffee of something. It was pretty early to be up, especially for "Fang" who was always sleeping until noon.

ExplosionIggy101: Have some coffee; it'll make you feel better.

FangDarkAngel457: What if I don't like coffee?

ExplosionIggy101: Uh…have some hot chocolate? Hell if I know.

He imagined the roll of "Fang's" eyes as he began to type back to him, probably going to mention his stupidity.

FangDarkAngel457: Well maybe you should know.

ExplosionIggy101: Shuuuuush. Anyways, I should be going, classes start for me in 20 mins.

FangDarkAngel457: Alright, bye.

Closing his laptop, James grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder, smiling that he was able to talk to his "Fang" for about ten minutes. Wait; did he just say his Fang? A startled wave a slight heat rushed to his cheeks as he shook his head, walking out his door and to school.

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After those long six and a half hours, James was finally in the comfort of his work; wearing a light blue shirt with a pair of dark blue pants. He was currently moving his way through the book How to Kill a Mockingbird, a classic so he had been told.

"Hey James, are you going to do any actual work. I mean, it's not like we have any customers, but you could be spending time with some of your co-workers. Well, maybe not Dylan because he's always around Max, and her shift ended so he's being a little emo child, but still!"

"Monique," He sighed, marking his spot in his book and looking over at the mocha colored skin girl in front of him. Her big brown eyes were lit up and her curly brown hair was pulled back except for the one streak of blonde she had dyed that hung over the side of her face. "Do you ever stop talking?"

Monique considered the concept for a bit before she shrugged, smiling and falling back to sit on one of the chairs that were at a table used for studying. "Why would I want to stop talking? There's so much to talk about that can help you become friends with someone and get to know them! Oh, don't you think that Dylan has the same idea as me? He's always talking! I mean-"

"Monique." James groaned, leaning against the counter where customers would check out, "I love you to death, but really, sometimes how much you talk just gives me the biggest headache." The 5'6 girl frowned as she stood up again, her ADD kicking into gear as she walked around, looking at customers but trying to make it subtle. Before she had finished walking around the store, she came back to the counter.

"Hey, doesn't he come here a lot?" She asked as I looked up from my book yet again, looking over to who she was pointing at. Her finger leads to one of our regular customers, even though he usually doesn't say anything. Dark black hair that reached just about the end of his neck, dark brown eyes, dark clothing, and olive skin was what completed the appearance of the tall teenager. No one even knew his name despite the fact he comes here almost every night.

"Yeah, I guess." I responded but as I looked down, Monique had disappeared to rush to the teen's side, smiling widely up at him. I rolled my eyes and decided to just let her do what she wanted, opening my book to continue reading.

A/N: So this chapter didn't really include anything major, introducing Monique who is Nudge, in case her rambling didn't give it away. It's hard for me to have a character who talks that much x.x Stayed tuned, and don't be scared to review!