"Shit", I whispered. Emmy giggled. Oh yeah, I forgot, southern belles don't swear. What was Jake doing here? He looked a grown man for god's sake! Mr. B took his late slip and turned to the class, "Ah . . . everyone this is Jaykob Wolfe. He's joining us from the North." Wolfe. Really? I pinched the bridge of my nose. Emmy waved him over to us, bleating about how I was from the north, too.

Jacob sat next to me, a smirk on his face. "Hey Car Car." Emmy looked back and forth between us. "You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately." I seethed. What was he DOING? He knew this was supposed to be my independence. Was be being dick on purpose? "He's a family friend." Emmy took that for face value and started explaining what we were doing in class to Jacob. I was seething with a bitten rage. I glanced away from the two for a second. I noticed Mr. B was looking at me. More than looking at me. His eyes were practically boring into mine. My eyes questioned him. It scared me. I felt Jacob looking at me and I willed myself to look away from Mr. B. "What?" I whispered harshly.

"Something's off about your teach. I don't want you alone with him." I scoffed

"You . . . don't want me . . . alone with my teacher? What the hell is wrong with you?" I suddenly remembered Emmy, but when I looked at her she was spending her pencil to the nub scribbling down the last bit of her assignment. Why was she so – BRINGGGGGGGGGGGG . . .

What the hell? Everyone was grabbing their stuff. I looked at Jake and he just smiled. "Time for our next class." Great. 'Our' next class. Emmy had gym next block but Jake and I had intro to childhood development. How ironic. I glanced at Mr. B before Jake led me out the room. He was right though. There was something off about him. But . . . not bad.

In the next class

The class was taught by an old, larger woman who was somehow able to hold all her hair up in a super high bun and have it scattered all over her face. She sounded like a Penny Marshall impersonator. Ugh, I shouldn't take it out on her. I'm just still so pissed. All of a sudden Ms. Webber, that's her name, is placing a plastic baby on each black table. I looked at it and poked it – it immediately started crying. Everybody was staring. I could feel my cheeks go blood red. Ms. Webber smiled, "Go ahead you two! Instincts, Instincts!" I rolled my eyes. But Jacob picked the baby with no problem, rubbing its back. The stretching turned into a soft coo. All the girls drool and even I'm a little impressed.

"How did you do that?", I asked.

"Who do you think rocked you to sleep when you were a baby?" he asked softly. I smiled very slightly.

"Very good, Mr. Wolfe!" Ms. Webber gushes and the class applauds like he's put out a wild fire. The rest of the class was BS. The only solid thing we did was name our fake babies and take a short course pre-test. Because I was 'mommy', I got to carry the baby around myself today. I named her Mia.

I made Jake leave me alone to peruse my own locker before third block which I think is some kind of math. I find Emmy and ask if we have the same math class, we don't, but hers is right next to mine so we walk together. "So, is Jaykob, like, your boyfriend?" Emmy asked.

"More like my over protective big brother. Why?" I asked.

Emmy paled a little. "Well, I kinda . . . like him? I mean not crazy or anything and I won't do anything if you don't want-"

"Em!", I laughed, "It's fine – I don't mind. Really." She just smiled and gave me a quick side hug before trotting into her class. Jake bobbed up behind me soon after.

"Yah like HS so far?" he chortled.

I just huffed and gave him my books to carry. If was going to be my loyal and obedient protector\lap dog I would be taking FULL advantage. "Nessie . . ." he cried.

"Carlie!" I snapped. I hated school and it wasn't even lunch yet.

This is a really bad filler Chap but I feel bad about never updating! I promise I will soon!