A/N Okay Lovelies! Today is a busy day for updates for me!

I updated Treading Water and now Every October! Thanks to MissAlex for editing this chapter and making it perfect!!


MissAlex writes Edward and his Armani and Larin20 write Bella and her drool!

Chapter Five: A Little More or Less Than Ordinary

Bella

Time seemed to have stopped and everything moved in slow motion around me. The only thing that sped up was my heartbeat, pumping an undercurrent of excitement and fascination through my veins. All I could see clearly was the mystery guy standing at the front of the class. He took my breath away.

He was beautiful, if a guy could be called that. Model pretty, yet ruggedly handsome too, with a chiseled jaw line and lean cheekbones that protruded under his pale flesh. He had a masculine face that artists had been trying to capture in clay and marble for centuries, but no work of art could ever hold a candle to him - not by a long shot. And to my absolutely shock, he was staring at me. Me! With my messy hair, sloppy clothing and average looks.

My heart pounded in my chest and my face grew hot. Someone kicked my chair leg but I just couldn't break my gaze from him - one of the mysterious Cullen kids who was more of an enigma now than when I never knew what any of them looked like.

"He's so hot," someone whispered. But I didn't dare break my stare to see who. I heard Tyler and Mike make some sarcastic comment but their voices sounded a million miles away. I was too transfixed by this brilliant looking boy. I had never felt such a connection to another human being in my entire life, let alone someone I didn't know, who stood clear across the room from me. For all I knew, he had chronic halitosis or snorted like a pig when he laughed.

Who was I kidding? The guy looked damn near God-like and if halitosis was his only problem then I would gladly carry around a tin of Altoids on a regular basis.

He wore stylish, dark denim, fitted jeans with dark brown boots, and looked like he'd just stepped off a runway in Europe. His black t-shirt was untucked and settled loosely around his midsection and his lean bicep muscles bulged underneath the fabric, mesmerizing me. His skin looked very pale in contrast to his dark clothing but it definitely worked for him. In fact, he was paler than anyone I'd ever seen and that said a lot, considering that I wasn't exactly tanned myself. I figured that was because he was homeschooled. Maybe he never got out much.

A leather messenger bag was slung over his right shoulder and a dark blue wool jacket hung from one hand. He shifted on his feet and his shirt stretched over his firm pectoral muscles, outlined faintly under the fabric. Running his hand through his chaotic auburn hair, he continued studying me with a stoic expression on his gorgeous face. Under the fluorescent lights, the brown and red facets of his locks shone and I could only imagine what effect pure sunlight had on them.

Normally, such a hairstyle would be considered unkempt, but he pulled it off perfectly, as though every strand had been carefully calculated to fall exactly how it did. The movement of his arm caused his shirt to rise slightly, revealing a black leather belt and low hung jeans. But that's not what captured my attention. It was my glimpse of his ripped stomach that sent my heart fluttering even faster. His muscle definition was staggering and extremely noticeable even with just one glimpse, causing my breath catch in my throat. His hip bones protruded above the waistband of his jeans, making my mouth water and I quickly closed my jaw, embarrassed that I was gaping at him.

My eyes were once again drawn to his face. His lips were perfectly shaped, the lower one slightly plumper than the top, just enough to send my senses into a frenzy. I wondered what it would be like to taste such smooth, tantalizing perfection. Although his stare was intense, I bet his kisses were soft and tender.

Scanning his body one last time, I gathered enough courage to lock my eyes with his again. Even from this distance I could tell they were remarkable, piercing. The crease between his eyebrows deepened like he was thinking too hard or annoyed and I cursed myself for staring at him this way. He must've thought I was crazy. Yet at the same time, he didn't look away either.

Now, I was a level-headed girl. I got good grades, respected my parents, and I always came home in time for my curfew. But one look at this guy and I wanted to throw all my years of good deeds and model behavior out the window. What was it about him that made me feel this way?

Blushing, I glanced around the classroom and noticed that the other girls were also gaping. But he paid them no attention whatsoever. He stood still – almost too still – uncomfortably still. Like David, with his clothes on. It was almost as though he wasn't breathing. But upon further inspection, I saw his chest rise and fall slightly. I couldn't believe it. He was calm, meanwhile, I felt as though I'd run a marathon. I chastised myself for ever thinking that maybe he felt the connection that I did. Of course he didn't. He was perfection while I was...well, not.

The heat surging throughout my body was too much to bear and I diverted my eyes, pretending to be occupied by my coffee cup. But even with my fake distraction, my face would not cool down and I still felt the intensity of his eyes on me. I wanted to just disappear. He probably got looks like this from everyone. For all I knew, he got off on making girls squirm. I bet he was a regular Casanova. Yeah, that had to be it. He was a pro, that's why I was fawning over him.

But then why did I feel like he was looking at me as though I was the only girl on the entire planet?

Casually, I glanced at him again. My heart stopped and my chest tingled.

"Bella," Angela hissed behind me.

Turn around! I begged myself to no avail.

I couldn't get over this guy. My connection to him was so deep it was like I'd known him my entire life. But that was ridiculous. I would've remembered such a remarkable guy if I'd seen him before. This was the type of guy that only existed in a girl's imagination. Maybe that was it. I'd seen him before because he was a personification of every male fantasy I'd ever had, fantasies that never in my wildest dreams did I ever think could exist in real life. Until now.

Yeah, that had to be it...

"Good Morning, class! And Happy Halloween to you all," Mr Banner's jovial voice made my head snap in the direction of the door. Immediately, my mind taunted me to look back at the new guy, who still had yet to move from his position at the front of the classroom, but I had to save whatever dignity I had left. So, instead, I forced myself to focus on the grinning teacher.

Mr. Banner spotted the new student right away and his smile grew even larger as he walked towards him. My mystery guy finally looked away from me, fixing his gaze on the teacher as he took a small slip of paper from his long, elegant fingers and scanned the type.

"Ah, I see we have a new student. It's a nice day to start at a new school, wouldn't you say?" Mr. Banner winked but the boy simply nodded and returned his gaze back to me with a slight frown marring his incredible face. My heart pounded against my rib cage stronger than ever, causing a tremor to blaze through my veins and suddenly I felt extremely self-conscious. Was he analysing me like I was him? If that was the case, he certainly wouldn't be using words like gorgeous and perfect. I wished I could run and hide. Why today, out of all days, did I have to look like crap? I could've at least brushed my hair properly or something.

Mr. Banner folded the paper neatly and walked behind his desk, setting his briefcase down on the tabletop. "So sir, would you like to introduce yourself or shall I make the introductions?"

The new guy crossed his strong arms over his chest, his jacket still dangling from one hand, and glanced between Mr. Banner and the rest of the class. Surprisingly, he exerted such calmness, stressing even further how ridiculous I was for getting all worked up over him when he obviously didn't feel the same way.

"Cullen, Edward Cullen, sir," he spoke quietly, yet with a commanding tone. His voice...ah, his voice was magical. His simple introduction cast a spell over me with each meticulously pronounced syllable and his name echoed in my ears, sweetly, melodically, would be a wonderful singer. I wondered if he played an instrument or maybe his family had some sort of Partridge Family band.

Oh, wow, I was truly losing it.

Mike scoffed behind me. "What, did he come to school as James Bond for Halloween? I'm Cullen, Edward Cullen. Shaken, not stirred," he mocked, eliciting a few snickers from my fellow classmates.

My blood boiled. I knew exactly how intimidating it was to be the new kid in school and I despised Newton for trying to make a spectacle out of him on his first day - and only a few minutes after entering his first class, no less.

"Shut up or I'll call you Pussy Galore!" I hissed over my shoulder, glaring at him.

Mike opened his mouth to retort but before he could get a word out, someone at the other end of the room spoke first.

"I bet the new kid's Aston Martin is bigger than yours!"

Aston Martin? As in the car?

What seventeen year old guy had a freakin' Aston Martin?!

Mike's eyes narrowed. He looked really mad but I wasn't about to let him or anyone else make fun of this new boy. Angela looked at me wide-eyed, probably thinking I'd gone crazy since I never usually spoke like this, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

I turned back to Edward, expecting him to be flushed with embarrassment, but he looked as calm, cool and collected as ever. I was redder than he was! He didn't blush - his ears weren't red. Nothing. Maybe he had poor circulation. I wished I had that problem. My circulation was too good.

His intense stare penetrated me and I lowered my head, grabbing a pen and drawing circles on my notebook, trying desperately to distract myself. But I still couldn't stop myself from glancing up at him.

"Well, everyone, let's welcome Edward," Mr. Banner exclaimed. He gave Edward a pat on the back and his eyes grew wide. Shaking his hand out, the teacher chuckled. "My, my. Aren't you a strong fellow?!"

Edward didn't flinch or even look at him. He just stared at me. But even though I knew it should make me uncomfortable like it did just a few minutes ago, it no longer did. In fact, now, I didn't want him to look away.

Never in my life had I had so many conflicting emotions and feelings running through me in such a short period of time. What was with this guy?!

"Edward, the only seat left is right over there by Miss Swan," My Banner pointed to me. "You two can be lab partners since she doesn't have one."

Oh my God, this isn't happening!

My eyes widened from utter shock and I straightened my posture as though a jolt of electricity shot through my system. It was a bigger wakeup call than any amount of caffeine could ever give me. I looked down at my beverage, which was no longer steaming, and tried to regain my composure.

Lab partners? The new guy - Edward Cullen - was going to be my lab partner? I couldn't even think straight when he was standing across the room and now I was expected to sit beside him and put a coherent sentence together?! I was in serious trouble. More than likely, I'd have to explain my behaviour just now. There was no way he thought I was normal and it was crucial for me to redeem myself.

Edward showed no reaction. He just nodded slightly and began a slow prowl past the lab benches towards me. The rest of the class erupted into conversation but I remained silent. The way Edward moved infatuated me. He was agile like a jungle cat, his movements full of masculine grace and his stare – oh my God, his stare melted me from the inside out.

Yup, I was in serious trouble.

He was still looking at me as he adjusted his messenger bag on his shoulder and brought his jacket to his other hand. As I studied him, I didn't even realize that he reached my table. I looked up in awe as he towered over me. His eyes were unlike anything I'd ever seen. They had captivated me from afar but now that he was so close to me, I was entranced by them. They were dark gold, fringed by thick, inky black eyelashes, a color so intriguing and unique, and at the same time, hauntingly familiar.

He cleared his throat and smirked, snapping me out of my trance. I gave him a confused look and he jutted his chin towards the tabletop. I looked to my left, embarrassed by what I saw. Apparently, I was a table hog because my books were scattered the entire length of the lab table. It was almost as worse as the inside of my car. Muttering an apology under my breath, I shoved my stuff into a neat pile and moved to the next stool over, allowing Edward to have the aisle seat.

I kept my eyes to the shiny black tabletop. I was afraid that he would still be staring, and I didn't want to humiliate myself further. I already felt like a fan-girl and the butterflies were stronger than ever now with his close proximity. And dammit, my cheeks were still on fire. I didn't trust myself not to scare him away. Actually, I was surprised that he didn't object to Mr. Banner's instruction to be my lab partner in the first place.

I sensed him, rather than heard him, slide into the seat next to me. As he sat down and placed his jacket on the table, I was swarmed by the loveliest scent. I inhaled sharply, trying to figure out what fragrance he wore. Or maybe it was his shampoo or aftershave? It definitely didn't smell like any kind cologne I'd ever smelled before. But then again, I wasn't exactly a connoisseur when it came to guy smells. My dad wore Old Spice like it was the only scent out there and Mike liked to drench himself in Calvin Klein. Edward's scent was more earthy and sweet, and it was just the right potency – not too strong. Perfect, actually.

Big surprise.

Was there anything about this guy that wasn't perfect?

His arm grazed my own as he sat down and immediately all of my hairs stood on end. His skin was ice cold. I jumped in my chair as goose bumps ghosted across my skin, and he winced, quickly moving his arm away.

As soon as he withdrew his contact, I felt an ache in my chest. I wanted to apologize for my rudeness but my body's further reaction to his simple touch left me speechless.

Warm, cold, butterflies, static shock.

They were feelings I knew all too well by now.

I felt another swift kick to the back of my stool but I ignored it. Angela laughed amongst the commotion in the classroom and I silently cursed her for making fun of the situation. She could obviously tell how much I was being affected by Edward and her teasing wasn't helping. She must've been as surprised as I was by my uncharacteristic behaviour towards him.

This new kid was going to make it extremely hard for me to concentrate from now on.

Edward placed his messenger bag on top of the lab table and took out paper and a pen. Setting the bag back on the floor, I watched out of the corner of my eye as he folded his hands on top of his notebook, waiting patiently for Mr. Banner to begin.

I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything that would be a good conversation starter. But he wasn't exactly making an effort either, so maybe he didn't want to talk to me.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I watched as he played with his pen between his fingers and tapped a soft rhythm on the desk. His hands looked clean and delicate, yet very manly, like they could work any girl into a mound of putty with just a simple touch. I could only imagine how they would feel on me.

Hooking my ankles around the legs of the stool, for the first time ever, I hoped that Mr. Banner would hurry up and start teaching. Slowly, my coffee was pushed in front of me and I cringed, embarrassed by my messy, lab bench hogging habit that I had failed to rectify completely. I couldn't believe I'd left it on Edward's side of the table.

"Uh, t-thank you," I stammered under my breath.

It was then he spoke.

"Hello, my name is Edward."

And oh my God, he sounded even better up close.

Gathering all of the courage I could muster, I looked at him and smiled. "Hey."

Hey?

That's all I could say to him? How idiotic. I wanted to hit myself in the head for my lack of sophisticated response. I felt another swift kick to the back of my stool and I whipped my head around, giving Angela a warning look to cut it out. Her eyes widened and I turned to face the front again.

"Hey." Edward responded. I looked at him and to my great shock, he was smiling. Sparkling pearly whites, directed solely at me. If I wasn't already sitting down, I would've fallen to the floor.

Not only was his smile dazzling, but his skin was flawless. There wasn't even a hint of facial hair anywhere to be seen. But it didn't make him look young. Instead, he looked very mature.

"Hey," I whispered, captivated by his tongue as it darted out of his mouth and grazed across his lower lip.

Oh no, did I just say it again?!

I cringed inwardly.

Yup, I did.

I couldn't spit out anything wiser, more inviting than a stupid three letter word?! I knew something was off with me when I woke up late today and now it was officially confirmed. I left my brain back at home or something. This was definitely way beyond caffeine deprivation.

I racked my brain, trying to come up with something better and I said the first thing that popped into my head.

"So, I hear you were homeschooled and that your mom is an interior designer. My dad, Charlie, has met your dad at the hospital. He's the head of Surgery there, right? How do you like Forks? It's not too boring for you, is it? I know when I first moved to town back in August, I thought I would die of boredom, but it's growing on me. Do you have any hobbies? You have brothers and sisters that go here, too, right? I'm an only child and growing up I always wished that I had a brother or sister. You don't like Dungeons and Dragons, do you? Oh, and I really like your jacket - North Face?"

I inhaled sharply, desperate to recoup the oxygen that I just lost making an even bigger fool out of myself. I should've just stuck to one word sentences. But I couldn't help it. I was nervous and the words spilled out of me so quickly that I couldn't stop myself. I waited for the backlash but instead, his expression remained indifferent and his stare, intense.

Then, suddenly, his mouth twitched up at the sides and he chuckled, his gold eyes sparkling.

"Well, let me see. I was not home-schooled, but rather, tutored for the duration of September and October until we were able to enrol here at Forks High. Before that I always attended regular schools. My mother, Esme, is in fact, a very talented interior designer. My father, Carlisle, has mentioned your father, Charlie, many times. And yes, he is the head of the Surgical Department at Forks General Hospital. So far, I like this town very much. It is definitely a change from the big cities I am used to living in but I find that I am adjusting quite nicely. In my spare time, I enjoy hiking in the woods, reading and composing music on my piano or guitar."

He's a musician too? Ugh, of course, he is. Because he wasn't perfect enough already...

"I have two brothers, Emmett and Jasper and two sisters, Alice and Rosalie," he continued. "We were adopted so we are all seniors. I cannot say that I have ever played Dungeons and Dragons. And no, it is not North Face, it is Armani."

I was stunned. He answered every question I asked and he formed his words like he was royalty. But not in a stuck up way. His speech was formal, polite, and he sounded much more mature than any of the other guys around here. Or any guy I'd ever talked to, for that matter. His reply rolled off his tongue without any hesitation and the confidence he exuded made him even more irresistible.

"Uh, it's nice to meet you," I whispered.

"And you, as well, Isabella," he replied, his eyes boring into mine.

Biting my lower lip, I lowered my gaze as my blush deepened. No one ever called me that. My family and all of my friends always called me Bella. Normally, I corrected people when they called me Isabella, but him – no way. My full name sounded heavenly spilling from those tempting lips of his.

"Alright, settle down," Mr. Banner announced.

Figures.

The teacher had to start class now when I no longer wished he would.

I forced myself to look towards the front of the room as he continued. "Since we've had a late start today, we will head straight into the short review for Monday's quiz. Miss Swan, can you inform Mr. Cullen of how we do things around here? And please provide him with the notes from this week so he won't be lost come test time."

I gulped. "Ah, s-sure...um, yes."

What was with me today?!

Turning to Edward, I whispered, "We always have a review every Friday of the content we covered throughout the week and then we get quizzed on that material on Monday. I can make copies of my notes, if you like. Then you can take them home and study this weekend."

"I would greatly appreciate that, thank you. But only if it is not too much trouble," Edward replied, looking genuinely concerned.

"No, it's fine," I dismissed his worry with a wave of my hand. "I can make copies at lunch and slip them into your locker. What's your locker number?"

"Number 157. Close to the art room."

My eyes lit up. "Really?! Mine's 152. We're practically neighbors!"

Whoa, a little too much enthusiasm there, Bella.

"Yes, I guess you can say that," he smirked, his eyes smoldering into mine. "Thank you. Isabella."

There he goes with that Isabella thing again. Be. Still. My. Heart.

"Y-you're welcome." My face flushed again and I turned away. I heard him chuckle softly as Mr. Banner began lecture.

The next fifty minutes flew by and I didn't learn much Biology. My mind was elsewhere. Put it this way - if Monday's test was on the physical components of Edward Cullen, I would get one hundred percent. I really did try to keep my thoughts off of him but his close proximity made it difficult to concentrate.

He jotted down notes, paying attention to everything Mr. Banner said, and he even correctly answered a few questions voluntarily, which answered my question of whether or not he was distracted by me as much as I was by him.

If Mr. Banner asked me a question, there was no way I would've even known what topic it was related to. That's how awestruck I was by Edward. It was obvious that he was extremely smart - yet another thing to add to the list. Even his handwriting was perfect and when he flipped the pages of his notebook, I was so captivated as though I'd never seen someone do that before.

It was going to be a long and interesting year.

The bell rang and stools scraped along the linoleum floor as the rest of the class started to get up to leave. Meanwhile, I took my time gathering my stuff, hoping that Edward would talk to me again. I didn't have to wait long.

As he got up, he turned to me. "It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope to see you around. And thank you for the notes, Isabella."

"No problem, that's what lab partners do," I laughed nervously, feeling absolutely foolish.

He pulled his messenger bag over his shoulder, grabbed his jacket off the table, and I watched him weave through the other students to the door. Whispers erupted around him as everyone else watched him exit the classroom as well. It wasn't until he and most of my classmates were gone that I bent over, pressing my forehead to the cool, hard lab table.

"I'm an idiot," I complained softly to myself.

"What the hell was that?" Angela asked, walking up behind me.

I lifted my head slowly, wiping my hand down my face. "Beats the hell out of me."

Angela dug through her bag and handed me a tissue.

"What's this for?" I asked, holding the flimsy material between my thumb and forefinger.

"To clean up your drool," she laughed. "Can we switch lab partners? I mean, holy hotness, Batman! Edward is one piece of man meat!"

"Tell me about it," I mumbled. Then my eyes widened. "Wait, I didn't drool, did I?"

"No, but you might as well have. You should have seen yourself, Bella."

Standing up, I groaned and slung my backpack over one shoulder. I grabbed my now-cold cup of coffee, shuffled towards the door, and dropped it into the garbage can before Angela and I walked out of Mr. Banner's class into the sea of students in the hallway.

My eyes scanned the corridor, but there was no sign of Edward.

"So how bad was I?" I asked Angela as we pushed our way through the crowd.

"Well, to make you feel better, you weren't the only one gawking at him."

"I wasn't gawking!" I protested.

"Uh huh, whatever," she giggled. "Anyway, he wasn't much better. He never took his eyes off of you."

"Probably because he was taking pity on me. I mean, he's stuck as my lab partner so he's gotta at least try and be nice to me."

Angela shook her head. "No way. He stared at you the moment he entered the room, before he even knew you were his partner."

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I'm not special and he is well...amazing. He could have his pick of any girl in this school. He's just friendly, that's all."

"Don't discount yourself like that. You never know..."

Even though I highly doubted it, I couldn't help but hope she was right. I smiled at her, silently thanking her for being so supportive, even if her suggestion was farfetched.

"You've fallen for him," she teased.

"Fallen for him?" I scoffed. "I don't even know him. He could be a cold-blooded killer for all we know!"

"Yeah, and he's killing you already with his hotness and charisma!" she laughed.

"Ha. Ha.' I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I may have only known you since August, but I've never seen you act this way before. I kicked your chair repeatedly throughout that class and you barely acknowledged me."

I bit my bottom lip. "You're right, he definitely has me intrigued. I'm so pathetic, Angela! This is so not me. Why this one? Why am I a bumbling idiot with a permanent blush when he's around?"

"Edward's sexy, for one thing." She counted on her fingers. "He dresses well, he's kind of mysterious, you said he's nice...and well, did I mention that he's damn sexy? You're only human, Bella. It had to happen sooner or later. You've been rejecting Mike for so long that your ovaries were bound to revolt!" She laughed loudly, causing the people around us to stare as we continued making our way down the hall.

"Will you keep your voice down?" I hissed, pulling her closer to me. "And please, no matter what, don't use his name!"

Rolling her eyes, she placed her hand over her heart. "Just think - poor Mike Newton! He's going to be so crushed when he realizes that he's been replaced by the new kid. It will be a huge blow to his ego."

"Mike is not being replaced," I exclaimed. "There was never anything between us to begin with."

"I'm sure Jessica will be happy to hear that," she giggled.

"Ha! She can have him. New kid or no new kid. I'm fine on my own. I like being single. I'm an independent woman."

"Yes, you are. But are you telling me that if a certain new kid showed up at the party tonight, you wouldn't get all excited, Isabella?"

The party!

My pulse quickened immediately. "Angela, do you think he's going?"

She smirked. "You like being single, huh? You're so delusional."

"Am not!"

"You have a crush," Angela taunted in a singsong voice.

"Oh, shut up."

She threw her head back and laughed.

"Hey, wait a minute." I stopped her in the hall. "Did you just call me Isabella?"

"Yeah, I was teasing you because that's what our hot newcomer called you."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek. "Did Mr. Banner call me that?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together. "I don't know, I guess so."

"That's funny, I can't recall..."

"Well, how else would he have known your name? And all of your friends call you Bella so it must've been Banner that called you that."

I shrugged. "Yeah, you're right. And stupid me, I forgot to introduce myself when he did. I'm just so tired, my brain isn't working properly. This day has been such a mess and it's not even noon yet!"

She placed her hand on my forearm. "Don't worry. You have the whole year to redeem yourself."

"If I haven't done enough damage already," I sighed.

The warning bell rang, signaling that we had five minutes until the start of second period.

Angela left me standing in the hall as she began making her way to her next class. "I'm so telling Jessica about this during lunch. She. Will. Die!"

"No. You. Will. Not!" I shouted back at her.

"Take back the fuzzy lip stuff and all is forgiven," she yelled over her shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes, "Fine, you don't wax your lip....YOU SHAVE!" I hollered as loud as I could. Knowing Angela, she would never keep her mouth shut anyway. When she and Jessica were together, they told each other everything. I blew Angela a kiss as her mouth dropped open and her eyes darted around the hall.

Flashing an evil smile, I gave her a small wave and turned on my heel towards my second period class. I was too stubborn for my own good and I knew I was going to get it now.

For the first time ever though, I was actually looking forward to Jessica's lunchtime gossip. If there was any new information on the Cullens, she would have it.

Throughout my second class, which unfortunately, Edward wasn't in, I daydreamed about him and his perfect, well, everything. And once again, I didn't pay attention to the teacher. All I could think about was that hopefully he was in the cafeteria during lunch or with any luck, in one of my afternoon classes. Although, the latter probably wasn't the best thing if I wanted to pass this semester.

I seriously had to cut this out if I expected to graduate in the spring.

Leave me sugar!

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