Chapter three is done! Finally! I worked for a while on this chapter, not quite sure where I wanted it to go….but here it is. Enjoy!

I sat in silence. Bright had not just said that, right? All year, I had had the back corner all to myself, ignored by the rest of the class. If this Fang guy sat next to me, I would never be alone again! No, no, no, no! Bright couldn't do that to me! To prove my point, I didn't raise my hand. Maybe Bright would take the hint?

"Lett I said raise your hand," he screeched over the whining of the students, who had decided to talk more when they'd heard this guy was supposed to sit next to me. Everywhere, students were muttering about how it was stupid for the new, cool guy to sit next to me of all people. The whole school knew I was an ass and only had a few friends so why put the new guy through such torture? Why make him suffer when every other student in the school would've been way nicer and so much better than me?

Gritting my teeth, I tried to shut out all the comments. They don't hurt, I mentally told myself. You're strong. Just ignore it. They don't give a damn about you so you shouldn't give a damn about what they think. As I was trying to silently talk myself out of a break down and ignore the hateful comments being shot at me, I heard Bright mutter something that sounded vaguely like "Damn delinquent. Why can't he just get expelled or drop out all ready?" I tried not to flinch.

"Alright Fang, since Lett refuses to raise his hand, I'll tell you where to go. See that boy in the back with his feet propped on the desk wearing a purple beanie? That's your new seat buddy. Have fun," Bright said in a tone that showed that he highly doubted Fang would have 'fun.'

Fang nodded, walking down the aisle of desks toward the back, winking at girls and nodding his head in the universal 'sup' gesture to guys. He was already popular and it was just first period. By the end of the day, he'd be chilling with the jocks. I really wanted to punch him in his pretty little face.

Taking a seat, Fang placed his bag on the ground near mine and turned to me. "Hi, I'm Fang. Sup, bro?"

As soon as he opened his mouth I immediately hated him. 'Sup, bro?' Really? That's the best he could do? Swallowing the rude comment I was about to spit at him, I instead grumbled, "Hi."

Fang looked at me and I could tell he was expecting more, but I just cocked an eyebrow at him, silently asking him what he wanted. "That's it," he asked. "Who taught you manners?"

I clenched my jaw, looking away from him. I wanted to hit him so bad, but I couldn't get expelled. Not if I wanted to live anyway. So I just sat there, glaring angrily out the window as Bright finally got everyone to shut up and started his lesson.

After a few minutes of staring off into space, I glanced out of the corner of my eye. Fang was no longer looking at me and was instead throwing a note to the red head a few rows ahead of us. She giggled and winked while Fang just smirked. Then he turned back to his notes. Wow, I thought snidely. The douche actually knows how to take notes and pay attention in class. Well….sorta. Suddenly bored with watching Fang and his red head, I think her name was Marcie, I decided to doodle instead. I quietly pulled my sketchbook from my backpack and grabbed my favorite pen. While I was doing this, of course, Fang saw me and became curious.

"What're you doing?"

Completely ignoring him, I flipped to an empty page in the book, realizing with disappointment that I only had about ten pages before I'd filled the whole thing. Sighing, I covered the page with my arm, making sure it was impossible for Fang to see, and began drawing.

"Hello, I asked you a question? Are you drawing or just writing depressing poetry in there," he asked, completely ignoring the fact that I was obviously not interested in acknowledging his existence in any way whatsoever.

I continued to draw, trying to tone out the infuriating jackass sitting next to me. I glanced up from my work and looked towards Marcie, who appeared pretty pissed that Fang had forgotten her so fast and was now focused on me, the delinquent. Deciding that she was my best chance, I continued to focus on her and the area around her. Maybe dumbass extraordinaire would see my line of focus and face Marcie again, suddenly remembering her existence and forgetting mine. Of course, I'm not that lucky. Instead of facing her, he just leaned over out of his seat, apparently thinking I was distracted and that he could sneak a peek inside of my notebook. Sadly, he was wrong. I casually flicked his forehead, smirking at the hiss of surprise and pain it elicited, and then went back to my sketch.

"What the hell did you flick me for!? And what are you drawing," Fang spit out in a whisper.

Suddenly fed up with his annoying voice and irritating questions, I turned and faced him, my eyes cold and hard. "I'm drawing pictures of the people I plan on killing. Would you like to join the list," I hissed. The look of surprise on his face was completely satisfying. The look of triumph killed that satisfaction.

"Oh, so you can talk? I was afraid for a moment that you were mute. You know, I never pegged you as the murderous type," he smirked, clearly all too pleased that he managed to make me crack.

I chewed the inside of my lip, silently cursing myself for ever responding to him in the slightest. "I would really hate to have to kill you so would you kindly leave me alone," I said, making sure to enunciate 'leave me alone' very clearly.

Fang sighed dramatically. "What's your name? Come on, you really shouldn't be this difficult."

I released my lip, deciding that Fang must be some new breed of moron. Sighing in absolute irritation, I growled, "If you were listening to the teacher when he told you where to sit instead of trying to mentally fuck the red head you were staring at, you'd know my name now wouldn't you?"

Fang cocked an eyebrow. "So your name is Lett? What kind of name is that?"

Looking up at the ceiling and taking a deep, calming breath, I silently prayed that God wouldn't let me murder this boy. I really didn't want to go to jail for something as helpful as that. Releasing my breath, I shot back at him, "What kind of name is Nick? It's not my fault I've got this name just like it's not your fault you've got yours."

"Nick is a completely normal name! More normal than yours."

"Oh and I assume Fang is a normal name, too?"

"Well no. But it's awesome and chicks love it."

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, knowing he was completely serious. Idiot, I thought, putting away my sketchbook and looking out the window once more. The rest of the class I spent diligently staring out the window and pretending Fang didn't exist. Maybe if I pretended long enough, he'd actually disappear?

God I'm so happy I finished this chapter! I really didn't have any idea where I wanted to take this chapter and it was actually really hard for me to write. I'm not proud of it at all, but at least it's done. Thanks for reading and don't forget to favorite, follow, and review.

-Scarlett