Chloe tapped her pencil against the table, staring down at her Spanish sheet on the table, picking out the few words she knew out of the assignment.

So far she was able to pick out the words, car, sex, and person. And she was wondering if her teacher was asking something very inappropriate to her class. She wanted to tell someone her suspicions but knew that if he was asking something bad, the rest of her classmates –how could actually understand Spanish- would have mentioned it.

So for now she was sulking. She gave one last glare at the sheet in front of her, before looking up, finally taking in her surroundings after thirty minutes of being in the land of Spanish.

Simon was in front of her with Eliza, and she was giggling at something he said. Eliza was a pretty girl. Not too flashy but she had a soft beauty that made it hard to look away. She had straight bangs that just stopped before her eyes, hiding their deep blue color. She was an average height with a slender build, and super sweet.

Derek sat beside Chloe, working on some math homework, Tori on the other side of him, texting some guy.

Chloe sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. It was lunch, and she didn't want to waste all her time studying for something that was never going to click. At the rate she was going, she would be lucky to pass.

With those depressing thoughts, she groaned, slowly letting her head sink forward and hit the table with a dull noise. The table went silent, but Chloe couldn't work up the energy to care.

"Chloe?" Eliza said, sounding concerned. "Are you alright? You've been acting strange all day."

Chloe sat up, nodding her head at the sheet in front of her. "Yeah, don't worry about me, I'm fine. Just struggling with Spanish, that's all."

Eliza leaned forward, reaching for the sheet, but Chloe covered it up with her arms. "Oh, you don't need to see that."

Eliza frowned, hand still extended. "Are you sure? I did okay in that class, maybe I could help?"

Chloe shook her head and smiled. "No it's okay. I consider you a friend, so I'll spare you from the pain of helping me." That was half the reason she didn't want Eliza to look on the sheet. The other half was because she was scribbling some of her theories down about her teacher on there. Some of which called him a sick twisted dirty pervert. She didn't want to explain to Eliza why she thought that.

"You know Chloe, I don't know if Simon mentioned anything about it, but I have a close friend how is really good at Spanish. It's in his family. And I know he would be happy to help you out." She smiled. "No charge, I swear. He needs some community hours and would love to be helping someone with Spanish."

Chloe took a deep breath and let it out. "It's okay, really. I have Tori to help me."

Tori snorted, still texting, finger flying over the keyboard. "Sorry. No can do. We tried that, remember? Things went flying and I accidently lit that curtain on fire. We don't need a repeat incident of that."

Eliza chuckled, thinking that Tori was joking, but everyone else at the table knew the truth.

Eliza took a sip of her water bottled, and asked Tori, "How do you know so much about Spanish?"

Tori shrugged. "There was this guy. Could barely speak English, but, man, he was fine. So, a girl's gotta do what a girl's go gotta do. I learned a lot, but there's no way in hell I'm helping Chloe."

"Well, Derek promised to help me." Chloe said, peaking at Derek from the corner of her eye, cautiously waiting it to come.

And sure it enough it did.

Derek flipped a page in his text book and said, "No, Derek won't."

Chloe groaned, stomping her feet on the grass beneath her feet a few times. When she realized what she was doing, she cast a quick glance around to seeing if anyone witnessed what she did. Thankfully the benches were spread out far when everyone went outside to eat. So only a couple people saw her.

Simon rolled his eyes at her hissy fit. "Come on Derek. You promised you would help her. I was there."

Derek closed the book with a snap. "I never said that."

Chloe turned to him, facing him. "Yes you did. And you know it. You're lying, I can tell." Here he scoffed and she went on ignoring the attitude. "You won't look me in the eye, and your leg in bouncing up and down." She put a hand on his leg to point it out, and as soon as she did he stopped. "I know your lying traits."

"Okay, so I did say I would help you," Derek admitted. "But that was a moment of weakness. It was just after a long run and I was dead tired, and you and Simon wouldn't shut up about Spanish or something. I wasn't in a right state of mind to promise anything."

Feeling that talking time was over, Derek cracked open his book and lifted it up so he couldn't see Chloe's face. And Chloe couldn't see him.

Chloe slumped back into her seat, and crossed her arms, frowning. Across from her Simon stuck his bottom lip out and pointed at it.

Chloe titled her head to the side and gave him a puzzled look. "Simon, are you asking me to kiss you?"

At this, Derek lowered the book an inch and raised an eyebrow, catching Simon in his ridiculous pose. Simon let him face go back to its normalness and cleared his throat uncomfortably. When Derek went back to his book, Simon tried a different tactic.

He looked intensely at Chloe and blinked. Then blinked again. And again. He kept blinking until even Tori looked up and shot him a look, muttering, "Freak." Under her breath.

Eliza looked worried, and put a hand on Simon's arm. "Do you have something in your eye, Simon? Does it hurt?"

He cleared his throat again and rubbed his eyes. "No, well, yeah, but I'm fine. Must be dust or something."

Chloe rolled her eyes and nibbled on her pencil when Simon caught her eye. He pointed at his hair, eyes and mouth. She shook her head, not understanding, and opened her mouth, but Simon held a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.

Simon mouthed some words and Chloe's eyes widened in understanding. Pout, hair, and eyelashes.

Chloe fluffed her hair, and blinked a few times, practicing. If this was going to work at all, she needed to be prepared. Then she took a deep breath and practiced fluttering her eyelashes a few times. Tori set her phone down and looked up, intrigued now.

Eliza just looked confused. Simon leaned towards her, and whispered in her ear. "Watch. I swear this girl has a gift."

Chloe tugged on Derek's shirt. "Derek?"

"Yes?" Derek said without looking up.

"Derek? Can you . . .?"

"Can I what?"

"Can you, please, help me with my Spanish?" Chloe asked, leaning towards him, and tugging down his book.

"No."

Chloe tugged the book all the way down. Derek looked at her and Chloe blinked a few times and let her bottom lip jut out a little. Derek blinked.

Now Chloe flicked some hair over her shoulder, and fluttered her eyelashes. She could hear Tori snickering, but she didn't pay attention to it, only titled her head to the side and pulled on Derek's shirt again, making sure her hands grazed his skin on his arm.

"Derek, can you please help me with my Spanish?" Chloe asked, gently. "I really could use your help."

Derek didn't say anything, only watched as Chloe pout got bigger and her eyes went innocently wide.

"Please?" She asked softly.

Derek squeezed his eyes shut tightly then opened them, scowling at her. "I see what you're trying to do. And it's not going to work. So you can stop your fluttering and-" Derek touched her hair quickly, and let it go. "-that thing."

Then he stood, collecting his things and walked back to the school, disappearing out of sight.

Chloe fisted her hair and tugged on it. "That went so well."

Eliza gave her sympathetic a look. "Do you want me to talk to Alex?

Chloe gave the spot where Derek was sitting a miserable look. "Yes."

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