CHAPTER TWO: Never Judge a Book by Its Cover

After a dreadful hour of being in Mrs. Rhinard's math class, the bell rung for our 15 minute break. As soon as it rang, I placed my bag over my shoulder, murmured a 'good-bye' to the teacher, and ran to Kylie's Economics class. As I rushed over to her class, I saw Asian Boi passing by me. I smirked after he passed and continued towards Kylie's direction. I finally saw her through the sea of students, standing next to Andie, C, and Sandy.

Sandy Selman is someone we this year became friends with. As most people can imagine with that name, she has very short dirty blonde hair that seems to always look somewhat grainy. She has sun-kissed skin with sea blue eyes and freckles all over her face, chest, and the top of her arms. She's pretty busty and with the petite frame that she has, it looks likes she's always going to tip over or something, which is why she's pretty clumsy I guess. As Sandy saw me, she waved her hand rapidly in the air which caused everyone else (my friends and brother) to see me and wave, too. I smiled and started skipping towards them, moving my head to indicate going to our usual spot for break- the tree in the courtyard.

Every break, me, Sandy, Kylie, Andie, C, and a few other friends go under a specific tree in the front courtyard to just hang out and relax. No one is allowed inside during break unless they have permission from a teacher to go to the library or a teachers' class, but no one ever has a pass for the library and the school administration never does go up there officially to check so kids go inside anyway. We prefer the outdoors though, since we're inside most of the day and it's usually freezing inside. Today though, in particular, it was a little chilly because it was the last week of January. I say a little chilly because in Florida, especially Miami, it never gets too cold, however it can get hot even in the winter. And Florida weather is never constant. For example, the week before it was so hot outside that the school had to let the students inside before we had a heat stroke. However, within an hour, it became extremely cloudy and began to rain. After 10 minutes, the sun came out again and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. And the week after, this week, it went from the high 90's to the low 70's. Yep, that's Florida for you.

As soon as Kylie and I had everything that we needed from our lockers, we left for the courtyard and I welcomed the sun with open arms, literally. "Ah, the sun… It's so wonderful, isn't it?" Kylie scoffed. "It's horrible… It causes heat and makes my hair go frizzy." I rolled my eyes. "Don't you mean that it makes heat and causes your hair to go frizzy?" asked Andie with a smirk. That's another thing with Andie: he likes to correct people, and be a smart ass, making him cocky. And because of that, Kylie turned her head quickly to him and snapped, "Shut up! You knew what I meant!" and Andie and C laughed, high fiving each other. Ugh, my brother and his friends' stupid greetings and stupid comments and jokes. It's so annoying...

We walked off of the sidewalk and onto the grass towards the second to largest fichus tree in the courtyard. The largest belonged to the seniors, and we didn't want to mess with them. The smallest tree belonged to the freshmen and sophomores because they suck and didn't really deserve a tree but we wanted to be nice so we gave them one (or at least that's what the seniors tell them to keep them in check). As we walked towards our little group under the tree, Kylie pulled me aside. "Hey, what're you-?" "We'll be back in a minute, I dropped something on the sidewalk," and Kylie pulled me back towards a bush near-by. Already I knew she was hiding from someone or she wanted to show me someone or something. As she stood casually next to a bush, seeming to look for something, I knew she wanted to show me someone.

"Alright, who is it?" I asked bored. She looked up at me and frowned. "How'd you know? And I thought you'd like to see this guy, especially since he's gonna be in your science class." I raised my eyebrows in interest. "Who? A new kid?" She smiled. "Gotta answer my question first." I sighed and exasperated and in one breath said, "I've known you long enough to know that you wanted to show me someone now show me the frickin' guy." Kylie rolled her eyes and glanced over to my left, nudging her head towards the direction. I bent down to seem like I'm searching for the thing too and glanced to see where she was looking.

There was a group of people there in a small circle, some standing and the couples sitting near them either making out, flirting, or conversing with the people standing. "Which one?" I murmured. Now looking under the bush, she said, "The one with no tie." I turned my head to her with an annoyed look. "They all aren't wearing a tie." She sat up on her knees then, pretending to look around but really just glancing at the group, and said, "The one whose arms are crossed and has his shirt untucked." I glanced up again, and again they all had their shirts untucked but only one had his arms crossed, as Kylie had said. I couldn't really see him well, because of the distance and my not so perfect eye sight, but from the looks of it he seemed like a bad-ass with brown hair and fair skin.

"Who is he?" I asked, now moving my hands into the grass. "He's this new kid who came from New Jersey. From what I heard, he's got a bad record and wanted to try and get away from it so he moved here. He came with this foreign exchange student from Italy or something… Apparently he's of the same case." I frowned. "You mean Ireland?" A light bulb flashed. "Yeah! That was it, how'd you know?" I pushed myself to my knees and stretched out my torso and back by bending the middle part of my body around. "I met him while going to math. He needed help finding Byrum so I took him there. His name is Brion Fuqua-something… He can't be a bad kid. He was extremely nice when I talked to him. Besides, they wouldn't have sent him or any foreign exchange student here with a bad record." She shrugged. "You never know… But what cha gonna go with the new kid? I mean, he's gonna be in your AP science class…" I shrugged and stood up, helping Kylie. "I'll figure that out later when the time comes. If he starts messing with me or whatever, I'll bite his balls off and use them as a chew toy for my dog or something like that," I said casually. Kylie looked at me in disbelief but smiling. "My God, Audrey!" I shrugged and laughed as we walked to our tree, joining the rest of the group.

As usual, the 15 minutes passed by quickly and it was time for third period, which was for Kylie, Sandy, and me, art. As all of us began to depart, Sandy needed to go to her locker so we all followed her there. Sandy cheerfully skipped over to her locker (I mean it literally, skipped.) While she was ahead of us by a few meters, Kylie looked disappointed and dragged her feet a little. Not knowing what to say, I watched Sandy skip along.

After she reached her locker, Kylie finally spoke: "He never showed up…" She looked down and she let her bangs cover her face. I sighed, knowing this was going to happen eventually. "Hey, cheer up. Maybe he forgot or something." She looked up at me teary eyed. "Forgot…? Audrey, I don't think he forgot, I think he doesn't like me, whatsoever…" Her voice was breaking. I felt a sudden pang of guilt and I tried to find something to say that would cheer her up, but failed to find one.

"Well… I don't think he'd just leave you there like that, I mean; he had to have forgotten… Look, I bet he's going to walk up to you before class to let you know that he forgot or had something to do or finish and that he's sorry." Kylie looked at me with those big pathetic puppy eyes, then she shook her head and started walking to class. I guess that made it worse… I don't see how though. Sandy walked up to me, after seeing the whole situation of Kylie walking away looking depressed, and asked me what was wrong. I stared at her for a moment, then Kylie, and shook my head saying that it was nothing to worry about and that she'll be fine the moment she walks into the classroom. She looked at me puzzled, and I all I did was smile as I watched Victor walk up to her and catch her attention so he could talk to her.

One thing most people know about me is that my predictions are almost always correct. If I assume that Saturday would be a perfect beach day, it happens. If I say that a dude is going to ask this chick out, he does the following day. If I say the frickin' sky is going to fall down and kill everyone on this damned earth, it's probably going to happen. Now, when I said that Victor was going to go up to her and apologize for not showing up and that he forgot and/or had something to do, I was right. The only thing that I was wrong about was the fact that he asked her to go see a movie with him, not a date but a get-to-know-each-other kind of date. I gapped at Kylie as she told me this with a kind of dreamy, happy countenance.

We were working on some clay mold and we were supposed to work in groups of two. Sandy wanted to work with a guy that she's been talking to for a while so she let us work together. The figure we were supposed to be making was a deer lying down. I myself was not the very statue-istic one but had good ideas while Kylie had the skills but not the good ideas, so we made a great team. The only problem was that Kylie was too busy day dreaming instead of working on the project that was 3 grades and due at the end of class.

"I can't believe he's already moving forward like that…" I frowned as I tried getting the clay to move with my hands. Kylie sighed and leaned on her elbow, holding her cheek with a muddy hand. "Yeah… I know…" I looked at her and gave her a look of resentment. "Hello, 3 grades clay project due at end of class here." I said quickly but with enough sharpness in my voice that it got Kylie out of her dream mode. Kylie rolled her eyes and groaned, leaning off her hand to show a muddy hand print on her cheek. "Okay, okay… What'd you need?" I showed her my plan on the paper I used to draw what I wanted. Even though I wasn't good with statues, I was artistic when it came to drawing real life stills. It's the only thing I can draw; that and cartoons. (The cartoons look way better though)

I explained to her what I had in mind and she smiled, nodded, and went to work; I made the fawn while she made the mother. By the end of the period we combined the two to make it a work of art and the two heads combined in one, just like what I envisioned. Er, sort of. Before we left, though, I made sure Kylie washed the clay off her face. "It's a good look on you, but I think you should leave it at home," I commented laughing at my ridiculous joke. Sandy and the guy she worked with had to do something with sports, so they did the one they both loved- soccer and surfing. They made a wave with a surf board on it and on the surfboard was a person kicking a soccer ball. It wasn't detailed, but it still looked good.

Sandy is a surfer, by the way- that's why she's so tan. The ocean is her air, and without it she can't breathe or live in general. She has lived the extremes, it being getting stung by jellyfish more than ten times, getting caught in a rip tide or two, and once getting bit by a Mako Shark. Yep, she's that in love with it. She wants to be a marine biologist and get a degree in marine anemology so she could study them. I say that she's going to get it, and I'm almost always right.

Sadly, it was time to part once again and as I headed for my English class, Kylie headed for her Science class and Sandy for her Math class. I sighed as I knew that Kylie and I would get separated because of different lunch times, but didn't really care so much about it; I dealt with that every day. As I walked into Ms. Leyches' class, I thought of what I should do for lunch; if I should go to a fast food restaurant to eat or if I should stay at the school to eat. Kind of walking unconsciously, I slunk into my seat and rested my head on my hands. By now, I was just thinking to be thinking, which actually happens a lot in this class. I love the teacher, she's fun, but a lot of the kids in here are kind of rude and, well, not my crowd of people. There wasn't anyone I could really talk to in this class who wouldn't look down on me or talk bad behind my back. If anything, there might have been this one girl but she left the class about a week ago and-

"Excuse me, do you know if anyone's sitting here?" I woke up from my thoughts with a jump and blinked to see who was talking to me. "Um, I'm sorry, what?" The guy who was asking was pretty tall with a kind but stern look to him at the same time. "I asked if anyone is sitting there. If not, do you mind...?" I blinked again at his politeness. "Uh, no, no not at all, please, sit down…" The guy nodded in respect and placed his bag on the other side of the desk that was next to mine.

The guy was pretty cute, no, more like hot. He had ear length, wavy brown hair that when in the light it had a shine of red to it, a gorgeous color that was actually similar to mine. He had some stubble of where he should have shaved and his eyes were of a light color, but it was hard to see the exact color. He also had a kind of glow to his pretty fair but tan skin, and he seemed toned. He also had an angular face, which increased his hotness to another level and, best of all, he had a kind of bad ass look to him that showed that we could beat up anyone at this school if he chose to. Some of the features seemed familiar but I ignored them and continued in my thoughts until the bell rang for fourth period to begin.

Ms. Leyches was a beautiful young woman who could actually pull off being a student from this school; she was in her early 20's and looked liked she was 18 years old. She had medium black, wavy hair that ended between the beginning and middle of her back. She had a cat like look to her because of her almond shaped eyes and small, pointy nose. Her face was also heart shaped and she kinda has a long neck, but it's from dancing for so long. She's pretty short, shorter than me, but has a big personality that's shown all over her classroom and clothing.

"Alrighty! Now that we're in our desks," Ms. Leyches looked at a particular student who was walking across the room to his own seat, "and finished conversing… I'd like to present our new student to the class. Why don't you stand up here in front of the class? Don't be shy." The guy who sat next to me sighed and waited for a second. Then he stood up, tucking his hands in his pockets, and walked to the front of the class. "Great! Now, I'm going to interrogate you in front of the class now! Ready? Too bad let's go!" And she turned away to sit at a near-by stool. The classroom laughed at this and so did the kid, actually. At least he had a sense of humor.

"Okay, so, why don't you tell us some basic things about yourself?" she asked, sitting down with one leg crossed over the other and leaning her chin into her hand, the connecting arm attached to her leg that was on top. "Okay, well, my name's Aaron Blad-sauge-er and I moved here from Columbus, Ohio. I am, obviously, a junior here and I guess that's about it…" Aaron looked at Ms. Leyches with uncertainty. She smiled.

"What's your favorite color?" Still looking at her, he replied, "Violet."

"Oooo pretty… How about your favorite number?"

"17."

"Your favorite subject?"

"Would I get in trouble if I answer other than English?"

She and the class laughed. "No, you won't get penalized." He smiled, and, wow, he has a really beautiful smile… "Then I'd have to say that it's math." A lot of students didn't like this and a lot of 'ews' and 'ughs' traveled around the room. I stayed quiet and rolled my eyes at the other students. What's wrong with liking math? I mean, yeah it can be disgusting at times but math is essential to life so get used to it people. God, the people here are so stupid it aggravates me… Aaron smiled a little wider now into a toothy grin and looked at the class, his eyes gazing at everyone in the class. When he looked at me, his smile faded ever so slightly and there was something in that look… I don't know, maybe angst or something, but it disappeared as soon as it came and he winked at me, then looking at the other students, laughing deep chimes. "What's wrong with liking math? It can be gross at times but… C'mon guys, math is essential in life!" Huh, that's what I thought...

Cheerleader number 7 (I can never remember their actual names) then said, "Yeah, but it's, like, so much wooooork… I think that, math, should be, like, illegal or somethang…" and continued chewing her gum slowly while twirling her hair. Dumb-ass.

For a quarter of the period, Ms. Leyches dedicated the time to introducing Aaron to the class. After that, Aaron sat back down to his seat and we began to prepare for the lesson of the day. As she gave us our pop-quiz on the pages we were to have read the night before, Ms. Leyches took Aaron to the back of the class to show him what he needs and what we were doing in the class right now. I was done with my quiz within five minutes and looked up to see if anyone else was done, which was stupid because no one ever is. I sighed and looked at the white board ahead of me, tapping my index finger on my desk. During times like this, I feel like I have a huge attention problem, like ADD and ADHD, not being able to focus on one thing for too lomg and wanting something to do. Every noise, every movement… Everything just starts to annoy me to the point I want to scream. My impatience doesn't help with the matter either. My tapping moved from my finger to my leg. I felt myself glare at the white board, cursing it for its whiteness and, well, board-ness.

This went on for at least another three minutes until the teacher asked if anyone was done. First, I had to have jumped at least 2 inches into the air do to the sudden outburst; I say only 2 because of the restraint on the desks. After that, I raised my hand. I could tell she didn't see me jump because if she did she'd be laughing her ass off right now. Shockingly, another person was also done, another cheerleader whom I call Bully #2 but calls herself Sarah. Ms. Leyches, not seeing my hand, called her instead of me to help Aaron out with all the work. She looked like she'd been given a million dollars and nearly tripped running to the back of the room. I pitied Aaron, if only he knew how much of a dumbass she was… Oh well. It's his problem, not mine. Thank God. As I watched her walk happily to the back of the room, I glanced at Aaron who was looking in horror at the girl. At least he's smart, I suppose. He looked at me with a look of desperation, as if saying, "Please, you help me instead of her" or something of the sort. Even though I'm a sarcastic bitch, I do feel guilty very easily and I knew that I had to get away or else I would do something stupid, for instance call the teacher and ask if I can help instead. In this class, that would be the last thing that needed to get added to the list of things that 'made me weird'.

I looked away and pretended to be looking for something in my bag. I still felt his gaze on me and I wished oh so badly at that exact moment that my hair wasn't in a ponytail and that it was down instead. Thankfully, he looked away after a few seconds and I heard him walking to the back of the room, where Bully #2 was. I sighed in relief and actually found myself wanting to read, so knowing I'd get in trouble if I took out either my vocabulary book or the book I'm reading for class, which is Twilight, (I would be massacred by my teacher) I pulled out my American History textbook instead and started reading the pages I was supposed to read for next class. Unfortunately I got bored within 6 seconds (that's a record) and found myself eavesdropping on Aaron's and Bully #2's conversation.

Now, I usually don't eavesdrop because I feel guilty immediately but just a half a sentence that Aaron said caught my attention. "… and so, I want to make you my acquaintance… Is that alright with you? I mean you don't have to… Oh, that's good, thank you, you're so kind…" I furrowed my eye brows. Well that was a little weird... What happened to his desperate look of not wanting to be near her? Plus it sounded more rhetorical than actually asking her. Er, not that it mattered… I had such an urge to turn around and ask him what he was talking about. But I had to remind myself: You're not supposed to be listening, Audrey. It's rude, remember? Somehow this sounded like my mothers' voice and I groaned, bending forward enough that my head rested on my arms.

I heard footsteps walk towards me and a pat on my back. "Audrey, are you alright?" I lifted my head up to Ms. Leyches and smiled. "Yeah, don't worry… Just tired, that's all," I half lied. That wasn't why I did that, but I was very tired so I found a loop in my lie. That's another thing: I hate lying, and I never lied after the age of 11 when it caused the heart attack of my father. Since then, I've always told the truth. Anyway, away from my past and back to the present, I looked at the clock and saw it was in fact fifteen minutes until next period, which was lunch. I also saw that I was five minutes late. "Um, Miss, may I use to restroom so I can try and wake up?" I put on a tired expression as I looked up at her. She, pitying me, nodded and gave me the pass that was around her neck. I smiled weakly, thanked her and walked slowly to the door, rubbing my eyes as I did. As soon as I walked out the door and heard the door close, I ran to the ladies bathroom that was in between my class and Kylie's. As soon as I reached there, I opened the door and went face to face with a very surprised and scared Kylie. "Oh my God! Don't scare me like that! What took you so long?"

After about three minutes of explaining the new kid, Aaron Bluatsauger, (I saw on his paper he spelled it like that) I told her about the weird look he gave me in class and what he said that caught my attention. She looked at me as if I was crazy. "You sure he gave that kinda look? I mean, you are paranoid…" I shook my head. "I swear, Kylie. I don't know what it is but, it's just…weird… And what he said, that's a little creepy too. I mean, the guy is as hot as a Greek God but-"

Kylie's head perked up, her body straightening. "You never mentioned him being hot," she smiled. I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't matter too much at the moment, but-"

"What does he look like?"

I sighed. I just know she won't let this go until I tell her. Why does she have to be so persistent?

"Well," I rubbed the back of my neck, "he's fair I guess, kinda tannish with reddish brown hair and he's pretty tall too, like close to 6 foot or something. I don't really know because I never stood next to him so I could compare."

She looked at me with such a dreamy look, I thought she was asleep until she spoke. "Ooooh… He sounds handsome…" she said dreamily.

I looked at my phone and saw it's been roughly seven minutes. "Hey, Kylie, I'll talk to you after lunch ok? It's almost time for my lunch and almost time for class for you." She pouted at me. "It's not for another five minutes…" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but I have class and I told Leyches I was just washing my face, which reminds me…" I walked over to the sink and splashed my face with cool water, then I patted my face dry. Damn pimples, why must they be so sensitive? I looked at Kylie and asked, "Does it look obvious enough?" She laughed and nodded. I then hugged her good bye and ran to class, hoping nothing important happened in the last almost ten minutes. I got to class with a tiring look on my face again and walked to my seat. Miss didn't even notice I was gone for so long; thank the heavens.

The only problem was that she did say something important and it was the answers to the quiz. Of course no one was paying attention so they couldn't give me the answers, Miss said she couldn't give them to me either, and so I saw that I was screwed. Were the answers very important?Well, no, but the answers told me if I got an 'A' on my quiz or not and that's what was important to me. As the bell rang, the morons in there mindlessly walked out of the classroom while my teacher grabbed her lunch and ran out. I looked around the room to see if anyone else cared and sighed. I bent forward so I could grab the shoulder strap of my bag and pulled it up. Then I grabbed my binder and textbook and started walking out of the classroom, pitying myself for a stupid reason and being a little angry at myself for feeling like that.

"Hey, you left something," I heard a soft voice. I froze at the spot. I would've sworn that no one else was in the room with me. I turned around and, oddly enough, found Aaron at my desk picking up a book. It looked like my 'Vampire' book. I don't remember leaving it there- oh wait. That's right; I had pulled it out to study before the quiz. I guess I forgot about it. I smiled and began to walk over there when he shook his head, "It'd be a waste of energy if you walk back here then out again; here I'll just walk to you since I'm already heading out, too." And blinking, I obliged to it by nodding.

He gave me my book and asked if he could eat with me, since today was his first day and he knew absolutely no one and, even though he doesn't know me either, he exchanged that with the answers to the quiz. That was a done deal as soon as he spoke of it and I walked to my usual lunch spot that was in the library. Our library is the nicest room out of the entire school: there's a beautiful, small water fountain, little sitting couches, chairs, tables, lots of computers, and a nice, big room to have it all in. A perfect place for lunch. As soon as I walked into the library with Aaron, Andie turned to look at me and for a second he smiled, then it disappeared as soon as it came. That was not a good sign. See, although Andie is very patient, he also has a bad and short temper. You mess with his temper, you're in huge trouble. Now, what did Aaron do that Andie is controlling himself, I don't know. But Aaron didn't seem like he noticed anything.

"Hey Andie," I chirped happily, giving him a hug. He didn't budge. "Audrey… Who is that…?" he murmured. I looked up and saw him looking at Aaron. "Oh, he's a new student in English. I wasn't there to get the quiz answers so he wrote them down for me and since he's new, you know, I thought maybe he could join our lunch group…" I looked at Andie with hopeful eyes, being more hopeful of him not already disliking a kid he doesn't even know yet. Andie kept his stare at Aaron, then turned his face towards me, not letting his gaze leave Aaron. "Audrey… I don't trust him… I don't know what is it about him but I don't," he whispered to me. I looked at Aaron, who when I looked at him turned his head so it looked liked he was looking at the fountain the whole time. I sighed and turned back to him. "Andie," I whispered back, "there's no reason why you shouldn't trust him. He's a good kid, trust me ok?" Before he could respond, I kissed him on the cheek and walked towards Aaron. "C'mon, you can sit next to me," I smiled.

"I'm sorry if I caused any trouble with your boyfriend…" he mumbled. I laughed. "Oh no, he isn't my boyfriend, thank God too. No, he's my twin." He looked at me shocked. "He's your twin?" I nodded proudly, still smirking. "Wow, I would've never thunk…" I looked at him slyly. "Yeah, a lot of people say that about us. But if you look carefully, we actually frighteningly look alike." I gasped and gave him a sarcastic look of shock. Aaron laughed, and Andie just stared him down.

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When lunch ended, I showed Aaron around the school, since the time between lunch and class was ten minutes. I showed him where his next class was and where his class would be after as well. During that time, I started warming up to him more as he did with me. Andie couldn't take him anymore so he left as soon as lunch ended, mumbling he'd see me in 6th period. I felt bad, I really did, but he can't control me or my life simply because he doesn't like someone, especially if there isn't a reason behind it. Besides, Aaron is really a nice kid, not to mention handsome. For now, he looks like someone who's datable; for now. Another thing was that he was funny, and actually had some charm to him. He made me giggle. Only a few people can do that. I mean, I laugh a lot, but not giggle. I guess that's why when Kylie saw me giggling, her eyes grew wide and she blinked several times, making sure that it was me.

"Aye, that's so cruel but sooo true!" I giggled, wiping a tear from my eye. He laughed with me. "Yeah, I wish I could say that I made up the joke myself but I can't; my friend from Ohio thought of it before I did." I chuckled off the rest of the giggle and looked up, seeing Kylie just gapping at me. I smiled, then looked at Aaron. "Hey, I have another friend you could meet if you want." He smiled, saying, "I'd love to, but I don't want to be late for class… I'm going to be honest and say that I'm a bit of a goody-goody so, yeah…" He rubbed the back of his neck shyly. Shucks. Guess he isn't a bad boy after all. Well, it was good 'till it lasted. I waved Aaron good bye and as soon as he left my side, Kylie ran up to me.

"Audrey, why were you laughing? And why were you talking to him of all people? What the hell?"

I looked at her surprised that she actually said 'hell'. "It's not a big deal, God… He's in my English class so I thought it'd be nice if-"

"HE'S IN YOUR ENGLISH CLASS?"

I looked around. "Shhh! Quiet! Yes, what's the big deal? First Andie now you..."

She looked at me with disbelief. "Did I not show you during break the kid you should be careful of?"

I frowned. "What…"

She grabbed my shoulders. "Audrey, that was him; the guy that I told you about? The one who got in trouble at school for something serious? Yeah, and now you're talking to him. That's just great."

I blinked. "Wh-what…? No, no way, you're just overthinking it. He's honestly a nice guy-"

"Nice? Is that what he told you?"

"You're being ridiculous-"

"Am I? You were the one who told me about the weird stuff that happened in English. Maybe you should reevaluate your relationship with him."

I blinked again, then looked at the direction Aaron walked off. He was actually looking at me, not the same way he was a minute ago but the same look he gave me in English- that angst but kind of lustful and thoughtful look, yet demonic looking with the shadows cast on his face- and then he looked down and turned away, disappearing with the crowd of students.


A/N: Ooookie, soooo what'cha guys think? Just in case people don't know, in the States, there's a program that are for students in high school taking college level classes called Advanced Placement, or AP. I forgot to mention this in the last chapter and realized not everyone knows what that is, so now you know! Yaaay! Also, let me know of any grammer mistakes. I am a 'grammer nazi' (as we call ourselves) when it comes to literature but even I sometimes make mistakes. If you guys have any questions about anything you don't understand (as long as it deals with the story and not what's going to happen in the story later on; I'm not spoiling anything!) just ask. :) ~

A/N Update: I changed the names of the girls who are in the class because I thought the names I used before were actually really mean and degrading, so I changed them to what the girls really were in Audrey's mind (which are dumbass chealeaders and bullies in this case). I also made Audrey not so dramatic and a little more logical than what I had previously put... Lemme know what you think. Thanks. ~