Sorry I'm so late! Here it is chapter 3!

Chapter 3

She stood up and pushed in the chair. She put the straps on her shoulder and turned to walk out when the smooth voice stopped her.

"A love letter, Miss. Scarheart?"

She turned around and saw Mr. Pitchiner staring right at her with a teasing smile. Surprisingly, there were no girls around flocking around him; just him and her alone. She looked around the room quickly before answering him with firm "No."

His smile faltered, "Oh, please do excuse me," Then his teasing smile returned, "I thought Mr. Sanderson had interest in you. After all, there is something about you that makes a person quite curious about you." Her eyes quickly shifted to the paper in her hands. His eyes went wide and he cocked his head to the side slightly. He apologized, "Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Am I being too nosy?" But, his teasing smile was still plastered on his face.

She crumpled the paper and tossed it in the trash bin. With a smirk, she replied, "No," and walked out of the room. Her smirk immediately fell into a straight line as she turned around. She frowned and silently went her way. In the room, he quietly laughed as he looked the door.

"Isn't he hot?"

Devin scanned the room as she entered. The seats have been turned into a wide half-circle. The girls were already there, sitting next to each other and jabbering away at the oh-handsome-English-gentleman Mr. Pitchiner. Devin rolled her eyes and clicked on the volume on her mp3 player. The music droned out the noise. She carefully eyed the chairs and sat in the one that was 2 seats away from the girls but near the door. She was about to close her eyes to drown herself into the music when a certain golden boy walked purposefully and plopped down next to her. He stared right at her. She visibly flinched. She scooted herself away from him. He smiled and took out a notepad and pen. He scribbled and passed the notepad to her. She delicately took the notepad and pen with her eyebrows arched. He wrote:

Why do you hate me?

She sighed and scribbled:

I don't hate you.

Sanderson: Really?

Devin: Yes.

Sanderson: Then why are you so cold to me?

Devin: I'm shy. I don't really talk to people...

Sanderson: That doesn't mean you have to be mean to people who talk to you.

Devin: I am sorry if I was rude.

Sanderson: It's ok (big smiley face :D)

Devin glanced at him and their eyes met. He gave her a pleasing heart-warming smile.

Devin: Thanks.

Sanderson: You're welcome. Do you have class after this?

Devin: Why do you ask?

Sanderson: Just cause. We're friends now.

Devin: No, I don't have class.

Sanderson: Great! I want to show you my friends!

Devin's eyes went wide. She tried to scribble something down when Mr. Pitchiner entered the room.

"Good evening everyone! I certainly hope everyone read the chapter I assigned, yes?"

The girls' eyes sparkled and shined. They immediately went into the same proper position: straight back, their miniskirts tucked in, and high heels placed on the floor. The same type of smile plastered on each of their face, whispering out to catch his attention. Their effort was futile. He went right passed them to his desk. They looked at each other with plaintive disappointment on their face. Their eyes followed the dark men as he went back to the middle of the room. He handed the papers to Sanderson and told him to pass it around. Before he turned around, his eyes met with Devin's. She quickly turned hers away and only focused on the paper.

"Well then, let's talk about psychology, shall we?"

With his hands behind his back, he eyed each students with weary eyes. "Now, let's be honest now. Who actually read the chapter?" He raised one hand.

Most of the students held up their hands, except for few boys. One girl wiggled her hand with a bright proud smile, shining her white teeth. Devin and Sanderson also both raised their hands. Devin rolled her eyes and looked at the ground with uninterested look.

"Well well, I guess my first lesson is quite a success then. Except that we have few dishonest students here. Mr. Allen?"

The boy looked up and with a loopy smile, he said coolly "Yeah?"

"It's written all over you that you obviously haven't read the chapter. Please, put your hands down."

"What? But I did!"

Mr. Pitchiner faced him directly. Putting his fingers on his chin, he began casually, "No you haven't Mr. Allen. Would you like to play a little game then perhaps?"

The entire class stared at their teacher with his calm cool expression. His lips were gently curved upward and his eyes shined with expectation.

The boy, aware of the sudden change of mood, smiled and challenged, "What kind of game?"

"A simple game."

"Sure. How do you play it?"

"Question and answer."

"Alright. What's it gonna be?"

"No no no. I'm the one asking the questions Mr. Allen."

"Okay... Then ask."

"Did you read the chapter?"

"Yeah I did."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Absolutely positively sure you did?"

"Yeah, I did!"

Mr. Pitchiner gave a coy smile."Did you read the chapter?"

"Look, I ain't a criminal ya know. Why are you asking me like if I broke a law or something?"

"Frustrated?"

"W-what?"

"No, it's more like annoyed. Or should I say nervous?"

"Me?"

"I'm the one asking the questions here Mr. Allen. Can't you even follow a simple rule?"

"What?"

He smirked calmly, "It's obvious that you haven't read the chapter. The firm stance on your feet, the straightened back, your hands inside the pocket, most likely to be fidgeting right now as you can see from the small movement. You are being repetitive with your questions. Obviously, you are flustered."

Leaning slightly forward, he asked with a sweet smile, "What are you so nervous for Mr. Allen?"

The boy looked at him with gaped mouth. Licking his dry lips, his hoarse voice whispered, "All right. You got me. I didn't read it."

The room filled with whispers, both astounded and scared. Sanderson looked thrilled, but he also shifted in his seat uncomfortably. Devin kept her eyes focused on the dark man, her expression stoic. His smile faltered for a split second when he saw her calculative eyes, but she noticed his faltered smile. She returned with a small smile, but her eyes remained the same.

I don't know a lot about psychology and behavior, so if some of the information from the "game" is incorrect, just kindly leave m a review so that I won't make the same mistake next time :)

Feeling the suspense? Just kidding, but I hope you do because I did set the story to being suspense hm... Well thank you for the wonderful reviews!:D Darthcat, really thank you for reading my story and I'm really sorry I couldn't write a sequel to Remiscence and Reunion. I wanted to leave the readers think for themselves what would happen with Pitch and his daugther. I'll try to upload the next chapter quicker!