Hello Reader,

I DEFINITELY know what you're thinking: OH MY GOOOOOOD two consecutive updates! this chick must be hiiiigghhhhh.

Close.

I just got really guilty for leaving you hanging for so long. I know the feeling. Waiting for a story to get updated sucks balls.

Anyways, this chapter is more light, since I wanted to ease into the "they're all finally getting together" part without rushing it.

AND, lots of you have been asking me about the pairings. I know i'll sound like an asshole, but, it's a surprise. All i can divulge is that not every relationship is what it seems, and what you see is not necessarily what you get. The re are gonna be pairings here, but I don't want to tell you what they are because I want to give focus on the storyline. I've actally plotted out the events days ago, and I decided to tackle a lot of serious things and issues in this story.

the characters ARE in college. We've all seen real shit happen there.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Do sacrifice a cinnabun to the unillama gods so that i might find the inspiration to keep on updating.

Chapter 10

Garfield Logan beat the clock by 3 seconds. He stepped into the room, hair disheveled and breathless, and not long after that, the second bell rang.

"Glad you could make it, Mr. Logan," Prof. Watson said in a dull voice, pausing from writing on the board long enough to glare at him. Teachers usually glared at you when you were late, not when you performed a miracle and arrived just in the nick of time. But Prof. Watson obviously did not appreciate mediocrity. It's either you're early, or you're not. In his book, you're on time when you're at least 5 minutes early, which was just too much for Gar.

Being 5 minutes early meant being one of the first students in the room. Gar had never even seen an empty classroom, let alone stayed in one.

He made a beeline for his seat and was glad to see that Rachel was already in hers. He should have been, considering the fact that he was almost late because he waited for her outside the building. He sat down quickly and leaned closer to her.

"Hey, I waited for you outside. How come I didn't see you?" he asked.

Rachel turned her head slightly towards him. Her brows were scrunched in confusion. "You waited for me?"

"Yeah. Outside the building."

"I don't recall setting a meeting with you."

"Your secretary must not have informed you."

"Why were you waiting outside the building? Why didn't you just wait outside the classroom?"

Garfield paused, his mouth ajar. She was right. He did not think of that. "Never mind that. You seem to be early for class," he teased.

"Why do you care?" Rachel replied, an edge to her voice.

"Caring is essential to a deep and meaningful friendship," Garfield answered matter-of-factly.

"You're not my friend."

"Yet."

At this, Rachel clicked her tongue and turned around to glare at him. "Why are you even talking to me? Why can't you guys just leave me alone?" She turned again, quickly grabbing her earphones and shoving them into each ear.

Garfield leaned back against his own chair. "You guys?" he whispered to himself.

The rest of the class passed by in a dull blur, with Garfield not bothering to pay attention as Prof. Watson droned on with the lecture. He was just starting to doze off when something hit him lightly on the head. He jerked, jumping slightly from his seat. His eyes settled on a crumpled piece of paper by his shoe. He bent down, picked it up and unraveled it.

Behind you. Fifth column, last seat.

Gafield turned, not caring to be discreet. He grinned when he spotted Victor. For a moment, the burly guy did not pay him any heed, his face serious as he listened intently to the professor. After a few seconds, his eyes fixed with Garfield's and he grinned as well.

Garfield pointed a finger towards Rachel, who was oblivious.

Victor raised an eyebrow, not understanding. Garfield then pointed behind him, to the direction of the door, and Victor finally got it. She's the one I was waiting for, was what Garfield was saying.

Victor pointed at Rachel, then tapped his wristwatch. She came in early.

Garfield nodded. Then he folded his hand, making it look like a duck's bill, and made talking actions while shaking his head at Rachel, who was still oblivious. She wouldn't tell me why.

Victor gave a knowing smirked and wagged his eyebrows. Why would you want to know?

Garfield rolled his eyes. It's not like that.

Victor leaned back against his chair, crossed his arms, and grinned smugly. Sure it isn't.

Garfield reached down into his backpack, fishing for a pen. He turned the crumpled paper and wrote something at the back. He then balled it up, craned his neck to see if Prof. Watson was looking, and upon seeing that the coast was clear, threw the ball towards Victor. Only it didn't fly straight to Victor.

By some unfortunate luck – that Garfield would later exclaim was not his fault – the ball went straight towards the tall, red-haired girl sitting somewhere in the middle. She gave a small, but clearly audible, cry of surprise when the ball of paper hit her by her temple.

Prof. Watson stopped immediately, closing his textbook and darting his eyes around the room. "What was that?"

Garfield and Victor held their breaths; the red-haired girl bent down and picked the ball of paper up from the floor. If she showed that paper to Prof. Watson, they would both be in for it.

To their utter shock and relief, however, she did not. She unraveled the paper, and upon seeing what Victor had scribbled earlier, turned around and scanned the seats with uncertainty. By this time, Prof. Watson had already resumed with the lecture and was otherwise preoccupied. Victor leaned over, ducking slightly, and waved at the red-haired girl.

When she saw Victor, she showed him the ball of paper and mouthed, "Is this yours?" Victor nodded, and she smiled. She took out a pen and turned back. Victor and Garfield exchanged confused looks. After a few moments, she turned back around and very carefully tossed the ball of paper to Victor, who caught it easily. Garfield waited patiently as Victor opened it.

At the back of the paper, Gar had written: It's amazing how we understood each other without saying anything. We're drift compatible, bro.

Below it, written in neat and pretty cursive: Aim better next time. And you two might also be telepathic.

Victor gave small chuckle and shot Gar a disbelieving look. He raised the paper and pointed at it. You gotta read this, man.

Garfield raised both eyebrows. Is it good?

Victor raised a hand and folded the paper, tucking it inside his jacket's pocket. Just wait till you read it later.

Garfield gave him an ok sign and returned to slumping on his seat. His eyes drifted towards the red-haired girl, who was listening attentively to Prof. Watson. He thought it was cool that she didn't rat them out. Taking a glance at Rachel, he grinned. This class seemed to have some pretty interesting women in it.