Hello, lovely readers. I couldn't stay away from you long based on all the reviews that I got. I do have just two remarks to say: History, sciences, and maths are my favorite subject that I'm well versed in so if you need a little clarification hit me up with a pm. This will probably be the one of the only ones that I will be the doing in a different POV. Okay enough with the talking about things about things, let's get going with our chapter! Allons-y!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Girl characters present in this story, I just come up with clusters words that actually sound like they could make a good story.
Bo POV
Oh my God! I swear you have dog breath. I think to myself because of this guy that is trying to flirt with me. David, Daniel, or Dyson, what ever his name is, he needs to do a whole lot better on his flirting game because right now he just scored a zero with me. He starts to ramble off on how he Captain of the basketball team and tries to pull off how smart he is with using big words that he probably has not clue what they mean. Ugh. It just shows how ignorant people are these days.
I look down at my watch and see that class is about to start so make my way to the chemistry classroom. I walk in to find a woman writing stuff on the board probably what the class is going to be learning and I find a seat in the back just so I won't get called on if I have to answer questions.
It's not that I'm not good at sciences because honestly I love them, it's just that somethings, just don't click in my head right away and I need a little help in chemistry. The bell rings signaling class has begun. I pull out my notebook and I'm digging around in my backpack for something to write with preferably a pencil so I can erase without having to constantly scratch out my mistakes. I swear I put a whole damn pack of pencils in here this morning. Class begins and the woman starts talking. That voice seems very familiar I wonder where I have heard it before. I think. I look up and give the person a quick glance over. I see that they are wearing a t-shirt, jeans (nice ass), and some converse. I try to really pay attention to her and take note of all that she is saying and writing on the board but I can't keep up.
She finishes her lecture and turns around and I am instantly amazed to see that Lauren was teaching the class. She assigns some problems like the one that she exampled on the board but I still haven't even figured out where she got her answer from in the first place. I watch as all of the class slowly starts handing in their papers and sitting in groups of people who they hang out with while I still try to solve the first problem. Lauren walks over to me and says "Bo, do you need help?"
This girl that I spent the morning talking to at that coffee shop is actually teaching me chemistry. How crazy! But I'm so frustrated that I just say, "Yeah, I suck at chemistry. It just doesn't make sense to me. I mean where do you pull all over these numbers from?"
Lauren explains to me how it works and we solve the problems that she assigned together. For some crazy reason, I remember what my mother told me this morning about some girl being my tutor for chemistry and her name being Lauren Lewis. Out of mere curiosity I ask, "Does your last name happen do be Lewis?"
"I'm sorry, Bo, what did you say?"
I guess she was thinking about some other things that were probably important to her so nervously chuckle because I probably have the wrong Lauren and ask "I was asking if your last name was Lewis?"
Bemused she responds "Yeah it is. Why do you ask?"
Oh gosh. I feel the heat rise into my cheeks. "Oh, I guess you're my tutor tomorrow evening then." Why the hell am I so nervous?
"Holy shit balls." I guess that she didn't know that she said that out loud considering the look on her face.
I laugh a little because it sounds funny coming out of Lauren's mouth. I lean closer to her ear and whisper "It's funny when you swear."
She turns red from embarrassment. I was just about to ask her what her next class was when the bell rang and she literally sprinted from the classroom. What the hell? That's new.
I get up from my desk and I head out into hallway looking for my next class, which happens to be English class. I turn to my right and I see what's-his-face staring at me like I'm a piece of meat. Great, now I have a stalker. I start down the hallway to my left when I hear an all too familiar voice. "Holy fucking blueberry waffles! Bo!"
I turn around only to be ambushed by a small, Russian, punk girl. "Kenzi!"
