Right, so, uh, this is awkward. Very awkward indeed. Ummm, how do I put this? Should I be blunt? Should I over explain unnecessary bullshit for the sake of eventually getting further into my backstory of how I'm currently dying? Should I completely skip it all and move on to more important matters about my past? I think I am gonna go with the first two.

Okay, so, here I go.

The following day, that being my second day in Spoonz and at the high school, was absolutely awful but also not really. Shrug. Sorry, chief, but it was, for real, like that. I know it's confusing, like, how can a day be completely awful but also be not actually awful? Well, I'll explain; very poorly, most likely, but I'll still explain.

Through many complaints, I shall tell all of you why that day was not actually awful.

Well, to start it off, the rain? It wasn't happening; as cloudy as it was, it did not rain, not that it mattered because it was just rain; I hated it, but didn't hate it at the same time, because it meant I was the only depressing thing about the day and I liked it when I could relate to something else that was full of depression, such as the rain that wasn't happening. Yes, that was me explaining and complaining about how the day wasn't awful; let me continue with that in peace. And if it doesn't even remotely make sense, too bad; I'm dying, respect my forms of explanation.

Secondly, my outfit? Absolute fire. I didn't wear my Gucci jacket but I did wear the same knee-high boots as the day before; the rest of my attire consisted of me looking like a schoolgirl from a hentai. If you don't know what that is, it's anime porn, which tends to be pretty fucked up but epic nonetheless, for the most part; all the women are hot in that, and I'm hot so I took a page outta their book of "How to Get Abused by Men Who Think You're Inviting Them", except I was actually asking for that sort of trouble because consent is sexy.

Thirdly, and lastly I guess, I knew what would happen throughout the day.

...Well, I thought I did.

Predictably, Mr. Fuck Boi Wannabe (Stewart, Cherion, Stan, or whatever his name was/is) harassed me during first period, a.k.a. he made sure to sit either beside or near me in class; thankfully, he didn't say a goddamn word as lessons went on or I would've went off, which likely would've resulted in my first detention ever, which I wouldn't have liked. He proceeded to stalk me to my following class; he didn't say anything to me again and just loomed behind me in silence, which was really fucking creepy. Honestly, he probably wanted to look at my ass; I was dressed like a schoolgirl, after all, from animated sex shows, and I knew ahead of time that I'd get that form of attention, which was what I wanted but he was just being far too creepy about it. I was also surprised that the school allowed me to continue wearing it.

Anyways, whatshisname, uh the Asian nerdy, geeky guy that was too helpful and smart (...Thomas? Or was that just one of his names, not the main-main name? ...Fuck it; I'll remember eventually), he walked beside me during that and it was...something, I guess; he kept glancing back towards fuck boi to sneer and hiss, as if that would scare the bastard away. He would've had better chances using holy water or something to get rid of him.

Unlike yesterday (erm, the first day), everyone was actually looking at me with grand curiosity; about goddamn time they noticed my magnificent presence in their school. My hopes for popularity weren't completely ruined, yet, but fuck boi and smart guy would likely ruin that for me pretty quickly (or would they? Find out next time on Dra-nothing!). However, I wasn't gonna let that get me down; no, instead I was suddenly worried my chosen outfit would give me the rep of a fuck gal; I hadn't expected everyone to just suddenly be watching me, you know?

I'll be completely honest; the outfit was chosen only to get Maverick hot in the pants when he saw me; if anyone else tried to make a move, they wouldn't have a penis anymore because I'd have kicked it into their bodies, because consent is sexy and everything opposite from that is absolutely not. Hopefully, they just thought I looked really hot, didn't wanna sleep with me, and would wanna be my friend for no reason other than the fact they think I look good. Self awareness was my strong suit, even though I openly ignored common sense and let shit stay as it was for the sake of popularity and relevance.

During lunch, I reluctantly chilled with Constantine (I can't believe I remembered his name), Magnus (I'm surprised I finally remembered his first name), preppy girl Erica (I wish I could permanently forget her name, as it's so basic compared to everyone else's), cool name Chrysanthemum (I am never gonna openly call her Cyrus because her actual name is just so pretty, like the flower she was named after), and two other people that looked familiar but I couldn't remember the names of; one was your generic black guy (no offense; just saying it like it looked, through assumptions!) who was likely to die first if something bad ever happened, like in most horror movies, and the other was your typical white bitch with skinny privilege, an obvious fake friend-to-be. Needless to say, lunch was very entertaining that day; I had "friends".

Now, time for me to complain some more but about the negative shit that made my day awful. Yeah.

Firstly, I was wide awake; all that crying yesterday made me sleep all night long without a disturbance. I hated it; I wanted to be on the verge of falling asleep through each of my classes, like most students, but nope, was forced to reluctantly pay attention to everything. It was a major pain in my ass.

Then, Mr. Jackson, irrelevant teacher of mine that I won't be mentioning too often, wanted to be a part of my backstory more so he called me out during class, out of nowhere, and I surprisingly got the answer to that shit right; that was a bummer because I wasn't even trying to be correct, I just wanted to be outta the spotlight since it had nothing to do with getting popular; also, it was math, like, how did I even manage to be right, you know?

Later-later into the day, I was stressed out because I had to play volleyball again and ended up causing minor damage to the heads of most of my classmates; oops, there goes my popularity again. Lastly, the worst of the worst of the worst (you read that exactly right) happened; I realized, well into the day, that Maverick, the love-lust of my life who I only just met and never spoken with, was nowhere to be seen. Son of a bitch!

That entire morning, I was ecstatic to see him again during lunch and in class; I mean, yeah, all he ever did was glare at me and act like he'd smelt something disgusting, like a fart, but nonetheless, I desperately wanted to see him because he was hot (and my soulmate, I swear it) and that made all the difference; who cares if a guy shows some signs of toxicity because his hotness was all that really matter, because screw self respect.

Anyway, instead of just staring at him dreamily as I fantasized him taking my virginities (I'm counting anal alongside the usual process) and such, I was gonna walk up to him and demand to know why he hated me for no apparent reason, even if I had to do it in front of everyone. Alas, he wasn't there for me to yell or stare at; huge bummer compared to everything else that happened.

So, yeah, when I entered the cafeteria-lunchroom with basic preppy Erica, I immediately scanned the entire room for him. No such luck; goddamn it. Instead, I found his not-siblings sitting at the same table together, not eating and not drinking, and also not talking, just staring at everything in silence again. Weirdos, but I was weird, too, so I respected their openness about their uniqueness, even though I was also silently judging them.

Before we sat down at the same table as the day before, fuck boi Constantine blocked our path (rude bitch) and led us to his own (ugh); Erica looked like she was about to faint from happiness (I guess she liked him or something) and her friends followed behind us, even though I highly doubted they were welcome to join like Erica and I; I was right because Constantine looked displeased at the additional peeps joining in because he likely wanted us to himself. Too bad. Throughout the entire lunch period, I had my fingers crossed in my lap, eating and drinking with my free hand; I hoped Maverick would walk in at some point but he didn't. Even bigger of a bummer, man.

I missed him so much, even though I didn't actually know him, like at all; I missed his hotness, if you needed the actual reason for my missing him. I missed his angelic voice of slight deepness; so majestic. Boo hoo, such sadness; I missed him so. I cried (on the inside; I didn't want anyone asking me questions because then my popularity would be very negative; hotness be good, craziness be bad; always go for the more positive popularity tactic).

I strolled to my next class, head held high; I wouldn't lose my courage, just because my plans were faulty. I wouldn't have lost the courage anyway; maybe the interest but never the courage. I'm a strong independent woman who will eventually need a man to help her with most things in life because I ain't ready for reality and he better be.

There was a downside to walking to my next class; fuck boi stalked me there, like a stray begging for scraps. I wish he were dead; someday, maybe, hopefully soon. My day continued spiraling into dread when Maverick wasn't in class, too; I just wanted to talk to him, damn it. Constantine said words, I ignored them because they didn't feel important to remember, he flirted, I begged him to fuck off because I didn't want him, he tried to get sexual, I kicked him in the nuts and he ended up being impressed with me rather than mad when he was no longer in pain, and then class happened; it all sucked.

I lied to myself, saying I was totally happy and okay that he wasn't there to glare, but I wasn't; I was super sad. I wanted to hear his voice, feel his glares, stare at his hotness some more, daydream of our babies, actually dream of wetness and sexy times at nightfall. I wondered if he was sick or just couldn't stand the sight of me, so he took a break from school. I guess karma wasn't done with me, the negative side of it anyway; I needed good karma but I didn't have time for that nonsense. I just dealt with it, the dread. It was a bitch.

School ended, for the day; if only it lasted forever, but not yet. Ugh. I hated waiting. Anyway, gym class sucked again and all that jazz, for the same reasons as before (I mentioned it already, earlier on). I managed to avoid my "friends" as I went to the parking lot. It was crowded unlike the day before because I didn't have to head towards the front office; what a luxury that had been. I made sure all my shits was in the shits before I left that shits; I had all my stuff inside my bag and was ready to leave the high school.

I went to the store. Cassius, dear old daddy, didn't have anything edible in the house and also wasn't much of a cook; ramen noodles was his gourmet dish. I was surprised he didn't have a belly on him with all the junk and fast food he'd gotten over the years. He got lucky; many would love to still be as fit as him after fifty thousand burgers.

Anyway, so, yeah, shopping. That happened. I got strange stares; I knew it was because of my outfit. The entire time I gathered food items, I recalled the attires of Maverick's not-siblings; expensive. Hot. I wanted to sleep with them, all of them; orgy galore. Such sadness that I couldn't. They had watched my vehicle as I left; maybe Maverick did skip school because of me. Stupid karma.

Eventually, I returned home and put the food items where they belonged. I see no point in giving much information about this, as it's irrelevant and unnecessary. I also put food in the oven; yum.

I went upstairs to my bedroom with my belongings. I put off doing my homework, as I never was fond of such. I switched outfits; no more schoolgirl attire, hello raunchy sleeping clothing. I checked my cell-phone, because those exist, and found no messages. Sighing, I went online to check my email and, oh look, I had multiple messages from dearest Mother Dahlia, who apparently forgot her cell-phone existed. First, she wanted to just check in, then she wrote again in worry for my lack of response, and finally, she threatened to call Cassius if I didn't reply by...an hour later. I felt annoyed, but only for a brief moment; she was just concerned about my safety, as she just wanted to make certain I arrived in Spoonz without complications. Also, she was probably having separation anxiety.

Knowing my mother wouldn't be expecting a text but an email instead, I responded back in the same manner as she'd written to me; oop, I got proper for a second there. Anyway, I told her I was good and shit, that I sorta made some friends but not really, and that I had an awesome almost brand new classic car that I was in love with. I ended the message with an expression of reluctant love; I was still annoyed that she'd panicked, though I understood why she did. God, I hoped she'd text next time; emails are boring.

I reread the first Harry Potter book; it was intriguing, even though it was meant for children, and perfectly dramatic alongside suspenseful whilst also being hilarious, unlike the book I was supposed to be reading. I wasn't going to suffer through Wuthering Heights again, even if it was for my class' assignment; it was too overly dramatic for my tastes, not to mention a bit predictable. I'd just research the internet for cliff notes about it instead.

I was about to begin chapter four (I was a very slow reader, very slow) of the more entertaining book when I remembered I was baking food. I rushed downstairs, tripping halfway down; I caught myself on the railing before I could accidentally break my neck. I proceeded into the kitchen, where I removed the roasted chicken from the oven. I don't even like chicken that much (I preferred beef); it was mostly for Cassius, so he wouldn't have to eat junk food again.

"Ivy?!" I heard him yell as he entered the household.

"Eyyy, welcome back, Daddy-O!" I replied with a yell back.

I placed a plate of roasted chicken, or whatever I said it was, onto the kitchen-dining table. I watched as Cassius entered; he removed his weapons holster and placed it on the counter, tracking mud into the room since he kept his work boots on. Speaking of weapons, he had to kill a few men on the job before; it was self defense, I swear, and not just him abusing his authority; also, they were white people so he isn't racist. You'll see why this is relevant in a second. I thought it was pretty dumb that he'd keep it loaded, though, and off its safety, his weapon I mean; I was a undiagnosed depressed young woman who could potentially shoot herself on purpose, but I guess he didn't notice how sad I was. Neglect ran on both sides of the family, it seemed. Lucky me.

"What did you make?" Cassius asked, sitting down, immediately digging into the plate I set for him.

I stared at him, blankly. Anyone with common sense would've been able to guess what it was by the looks of it. "Roasted. Chicken," I said slowly. He wasn't very smart; I was surprised he made it to a police chief promotion.

"I thought that's what this was!" Cassius smiled brightly at me. "You did good!"

"Uh huh, yeah, thanks," I dully said. He didn't notice; he kept eating. I settled with a potato salad, store bought edition; it was alright, I guess, better than chicken at least.

I'd just finished my food when Cassius started a conversation with me, much to my displeasure. "Have you got any friends yet? Enemies? Do I need to arrest someone?" He tried to look serious but his smile of innocence completely ruined his attempt.

"Chrysanthemum and Magnus are friends, Erica is most likely to become an enemy or frenemy, and Constantine will probably need to get arrested someday," I answered.

"I assume you mean the Walker's kid; Constantine Walker. Yeah, you're right to be wary; there's something about that boy that just doesn't seem right," Cassius stated. "Let me know if he tries something with you; I'll shoot him and make it look like an accident." Such a nice dad I've got.

"I'll help hide the body," I agreed. Cassius smiled wider; he finished eating. "...The Soren-Phoenix family seemed nice." It wasn't exactly a lie; they physically looked nice but I couldn't say the same for their personalities since I hadn't spoken to them, yet. "...Do you know them…?"

"Yeah."

"...Yeah?"

"Yes."

"...Do you think they're...a bit strange?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, Erica thinks-"

"Erica is stupid to think negative of any child of Doctor Ansel Soren. He is absolutely brilliant; an excellent surgeon who has prevented many deaths in this town. He's like our very own Dr. Strange, in a way, and I don't mean that in a rude manner like your friend. We're lucky he chose our town alongside his wife; we'd be doomed otherwise. Their children are saints; not a mean spirit in any of them. They even take camping trips every other weekend to bond; I wish I could say the same for every other family in this town. We need folks like them to turn shit around." Cassius stood up angrily, though he continued smiling. "This Erica you speak of? She can shove it." He walked out of the room.

I...never knew he had that in him; protective much, and of strangers no less, not to mention that was outta character of him. Well, at least it was the Soren-Phoenixes he thought so highly of; bringing Maverick home, someday, to him would be a piece of cake, since he liked the family.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Erica can just shove it." She'd been lowkey judgemental of them during her description of them to me the day before, I think; it felt like she'd been judging them. She probably got rejected by Maverick; she seemed so sure I'd get my heart broken trying to sleep with him. I doubted that.

I washed his plate and threw away the container that I'd eaten from. Cassius was chilling on the couch, watching television, when I started heading up the stairs again. Believe it or not, I tripped along the way; usually people trip down them but I trip up them, too. When I entered my bedroom, I did my homework; it sucked and took forever. I passed out not long after finishing.

Not much changed throughout the remainder of the week.

I'll make this quick (not really).

By the end of the week, I could identify everyone's face; I didn't bother remembering names, though, because it was too much effort and I didn't see the point since I would never speak to them. With Gym, our coach learnt not to allow me to play often, as to avoid permanent injury to another student; good choice on his part. With other classes, they still existed; they still sucked. My outfits remained epic. Fuck boi continued trying to get in my pants, and Erica's pants, too; she didn't seem to mind the attempts, though. My thoughts were confirmed when, in the middle of the week, I heard them fucking quietly in a stall within the girls' locker room; very brave of them. I hoped they used protection; if not, I hoped Constantine's pull out game was strong.

Maverick Soren never returned. I couldn't believe he hated me that much; I didn't do shit, yet.

The weekend passed quickly; I managed not to accidentally, or on purpose, kill myself. Cassius worked a lot, so I was mostly alone, reading Harry Potter. I thought about cleaning but I was a lazy shit, so I didn't do that; I'd save that for spring. I did my homework at the last minute; it was a bitch. I texted Dahlia of my week; she emailed me back, as I expected she would because she seemed so against texting back. I slept poorly; I was very happy about that because the depressing rain was back.

I was greeted by the people whose faces I remembered but names I couldn't recall; I supposed I was wrong about never going to speak with them but I still refused to learn the names of pointless background characters within my own backstory. I was forced to do the signature move of most people who didn't like most humans: smile and wave, though I rather had just hid my face before sprinting away into the cloudy sunrise. I was wearing the same thing I wore on my first day; I wanted to look my best, just in case. Plus, it was colder than that day, so I decided not to allow myself to become a popsicle.

I ignored fuck boi Constantine when he chose to sit beside me again in our shared first class; I'd stab the bitch-ass bastard someday, I could feel it. What joy that would be, too, getting rid of him forever. Ugh… Anyway, we had a pop quiz on the book I didn't give a shit about and stuff; I almost answered with Harry Potter knowledge but I refrained from fooling around and answered to the best of my ability; I did okay.

I was still very uncomfortable with living in Spoonz. If only my missing knight of sexiness would fucking return to school… If only… Sigh...

I shitted bullets when we stepped outside after class; it was fucking snowing. Snowing. My precautions to avoid becoming a popsicle were for nothing; I would turn into one anyway, the damned weather! Everyone was cheering in excitement; for fuck's sake, they acted like they'd never seen snow before; it surely couldn't be the first time it occurred ever in Spoonz. That would just be too weird, my arrival causing all the weird shit to happen; yes, I called snow weird because those fools were acting like it was something new. The snow could go fuck itself; maybe then it would melt and not remain for days.

Constantine entered a very childish snowball fight with Magnus; what started off as them disliking each other because they both shared interest in me, the two became good friends; they probably always were good friends before I showed up, so what the fuck do I know about them hating each other or not? I sighed and rolled my eyes at them; morons. I went to class without informing them I was walking there without them; I didn't want to be seen with those idiots anymore, at least not that morning. I hoped I could wish the snow away; alas, it continued throughout the day. Motherfucking shit… Fuck you, weather.

You wanna know what else continued throughout the day, other than the snow falling? Everyone was in such awe about the weather; no one would shut up about it, not even the teachers. Snow literally isn't even that interesting! Fucking whatever, man; I had to deal with their discussions, and even had to participate in several because of Erica's loud mouth. I should murder her, too, in the future, alongside Constantine; I doubt anyone would miss them.

I was completely cautious when walking to the cafeteria with Erica; almost everyone seemed to wanna engage in spontaneous snowball fights. I was prepared to sacrifice Erica's clown makeup to protect my mostly dry clothing; I refused to freeze to death in such a manner.

I felt like throwing up and crying at the same time when Constantine caught us just before we entered; he didn't attack us with snowballs or anything, he just appeared and I hated that. He ignored me, which was a shocker but I was pleased nonetheless, and spoke with Erica; I actively ignored them back, as I knew they'd talk about the fucking snow again. As we waited for our shitty school food (there was a long line...), I instinctively looked at the Soren Phoenix table, as I did everyday.

I froze instantly; all of them were there. All of them. I started freaking out, in my head. Omg, omg, omg, omg, omg, omg! He was there! He was finally there again! My soulmate! Aaaah! I mean, what? Soulmate? He's not that, no. I'm just overdoing it for reads, okay? No one would read this book about my life if I didn't overdo a few reactions, ya know? Same with people; no reads if I don't over exaggerate their personalities and actions. Get with the program, bitches.

I felt someone touch my arm; I flinched away. "No touchy."

"Sorry." It was Erica. Of course it was; she looked like the type who'd not know what personal space was. Also, she didn't sound apologetic. "I just wanted to get your attention, gosh. You don't gotta be rude." For fucking what? I was admiring the hot people, bitch, and you interrupted that, so you need a reality check if you think I'm the rude one here, hoe. "The line has gone down; what are you getting?" You'll find out when I get it. "I was thinking of a salad for myself, you know, and maybe some fruit; I gotta watch my figure. Need to look hot and sexy for my future man, you know?" She side-eyed Constantine, who was staring at me with false concern.

I fucking hate all of you, so much. "Just a drink. I really don't feel like stomaching the shit they have for us today. Actually, I'm surprised no one has gotten food poisoning yet. In fact, I just might start bringing my own lunch from now on." I was mostly just saying shit to say it; I just wasn't that hungry. Whilst the food was pretty shit, I found it decent enough to eat everyday. Just not that day.

Blah blah blah, grab grab grab, walk walk walk, sit sit sit.

I downed both of my sodas in the first ten minutes; the Dr. Pepper was more satisfying than the Cola. Did that matter to the story at all? Nope but I said it anyway; pointless shit is gonna be stated sometimes, maybe a lot of the time, who knows? Erica and Constantine ate, chatting to each other. Chrysanthemum gave me her extra soda that she had absentmindedly gotten and I thanked her with a blowing kiss, making her blush; it was a Dr. Pepper and I drank it slower to actually appreciate it since it was a gift from my flower angel.

Eventually, I gained my courage back and I glanced at the Soren-Phoenix table once more; I frowned and cried on the inside. Maverick wasn't looking at me; he could've sent me a glare, at least. Rude bastard. Instead, he was laughing with his equally hot brothers. His sisters were smiling, I think. I guess they like the snow. Maybe… Maybe the snow wasn't all that bad. ...Don't look at me like that; I'm just saying that maybe snow is okay. A bitch can change her mind, you know, damn!

I stared at Maverick longingly. Sigh of lust.

Once again, I was touched without consent. "I said no touchy, goddamn it." I eyed the culprit; for fuck's sake, Erica, just stop. Let me stare in peace, bitch.

"Who were you staring at?" she asked, a hint of a smirk on her face. Bitch.

"Who the fuck do you think?" I glared.

Erica laughed, ignoring my anger; well, she wasn't exactly ignoring it, she thought my fury was funny. How dare. Grrr. If only looks could kill a bitch, she'd be in Hell; that's how far she'd be buried. She looked in Maverick's direction; wow. "You know, he's looking at you, like right now, girl." I didn't trust her; I felt like she was just teasing me because she knew of my plans to bed him someday. She rolled her eyes at me when I didn't budge. "Seriously; I wouldn't lie about something as juicy as that; gossip is my shit." Her eyes narrowed at me; uh oh. "He usually doesn't find interest in people." She lowkey sounded jealous again, even though she stated before that she didn't think he was that hot, even though he was super fucking hot, just not as much as his not-siblings. "What he sees in you, I don't know." Damn, shots fired. You know, if she didn't fucking like me, I don't see why she always made herself hangout with me; maybe it was only because of Constantine at that point, since he found my "warm" personality enduring for some reason.

"I highly doubt he likes me like you believe; he glared at me on the first day and I hadn't even spoken to him yet. I don't think I ever actually said a word to him." I finished my final soda, acting nonchalant and uncaring; he'd like me eventually, though, I was certain.

"At least someone has the common sense to do that when it comes to you," uttered the basic bitch sitting nearby. She must be one of Erica's friends, then.

I pretended I didn't hear her.

Constantine started speaking to all of us, which included the basic bitch and that one black guy, both who I still obviously didn't know the names of. If the basic bitch isn't called Heather, then too bad, cause I'm calling her Heather. Black guy will be called Black Guy until I remember his actual name. Anyway, as soon as snow was mentioned again, I zoned out from the conversation again. Okay, so, I still didn't like snow, even after seeing that my soulmate seemed to like snow; I'll probably change that opinion, again, in the future. All I knew was I would just chill inside until everyone had cleared the parking lot that afternoon; I wasn't getting in the middle of whatever that was.

For the remainder of lunch, I glanced back at the Soren-Phoenix table multiple times; Maverick wasn't looking back at me during any of those moments, unfortunately. Boo. I was excited, though, for the next class I'd be entering; I'd be sitting beside him again. I could finally talk to him, after playing hard to get, too, hehe.

I avoided walking to class with Constantine for two reasons; I didn't wanna be around his fuck boi-ness for a longer time than necessary and the snow. However, the latter reason was soon proven to be unnecessary, as it was raining when I left the cafeteria. I almost wanted to dance in it; it was getting rid of all the snow for me. I was super happy, man.

I went to class alone, wondering how much Erica was badmouthing me to Constantine.

Maverick wasn't at our table when I got to the classroom, but I didn't start feeling dread just yet; I was certain he'd be there eventually, he was just taking his sweet time. Mr. Stark was putting shit onto the tables; a scope of some scientificness and slides for it. I just drew stick people in my notebook as I waited for class to begin; I wasn't that much of an artist. I heard the chair beside me move; I squealed in my head but openly ignored the arrival of my soulmate.

"Yo." EEEEEEK! HE TALKED TO ME! OMG! I COULD JUST DIE FROM HAPPINESS!

As awesome and epic as I was feeling, and how excited I was to hear him actually speak to me, I just glanced at him in an uncaring manner; I had to play hard to get, as I said before. Right, so, he made certain that he was sitting as far from me as possible, so that hurt my feelings a bit; I guess I really did smell bad, even though I fucking didn't. However, he had his chair facing me, so yay for that since he wanted me as the center of his attention, even though he was trying really hard to keep distance between us. He was smirking at me. Why? I don't know, nor care because he'd been looking at me. I'm sure he was already in love with me.

"So," he awkwardly began, once he noticed he'd gotten my attention. "I'm, uh, Maverick, Maverick Soren. I sincerely apologize for taking this long to introduce myself, properly, to you." He shifted slightly; he really was uncomfortable, no wonder he sounded/seemed awkward. I felt a bit bad. "And you are…" He hesitated; I think he was just pretending to think my name over. "Iris Ivy?" He fucking did that on purpose.

"Just Iris, Iris Carson. No one is allowed to mention the Ivy part except my parents," I stated, not caring if I sounded rude or not, even if he was possibly my soulmate. I was obviously suffering from whiplash or something, because his attitude difference had my head hurting; I'd been expecting words of hatred and more glaring, but instead, I was getting an apology and a mixture of mannerisms, such as formal and informal.

He smiled sheepishly, additionally looking as if he'd release an awkward laugh. "Okay, Iris then."

"Mmhmm." So much for me talking to him; I was unable to form the words I wanted to speak.

I didn't start panicking, though, because class finally started. Mr. Stark wanted us doing a lab of sorts that day; I wasn't good at those, but I was managing to get straight B's in everything in the class; I was starting to think I had the super power of guessing correctly. From his instructions, all that clicked in my head was I had to work with Maverick; how convenient was it that the day he returned, I had to do a lab with a partner. I didn't recall anything else the teacher said but hoped my brain would allow me to guess correctly again so I wouldn't look like an idiot in front of my lust-crush.

I'm not gonna torture you with pointless shit, such as the confusing lab itself. Just know that I guessed correctly each time; Maverick agreed with me on each occurrence, and sometimes it was him who did the work and I just agreed because I didn't actually know the answer. I was also happy that I used the correct terms, too, by accident. Throughout it, we didn't talk much, other than giving our respective answers. We touched hands a few times; his were very cold but it wasn't like that was, just, something that doesn't happen because it can be that way; cold weather exists and I believe there's actually a few conditions that can make certain parts of you colder than others, or maybe I'm just making that up because I really wanna let you readers know that it's completely normal to have cold hands, it's not unique nor strange, like at all so I kept my hand connected with his whenever I could for as long as I could without it being weird. Logic.

Naturally, because we're the main people in the story about my background before my death, we finished long before everyone else because we're important. I mean, smart. And intelligent. And great at guessing, I am. Yep. Disregard most of that, please; I'm dying as I retell all of this in slow motion; cut me some slack.

So, as we waited "patiently" for the others to finish (I was getting frustrated with just sitting there; Maverick probably was, too), I nonchalantly glanced and stared at Maverick whenever I could. After a few times, I noticed his eyes weren't like a demon's anymore; they were hazel. Just as beautiful, though. "Did you wear contacts on my first day?" I asked, because I was nosy. He shook his head. "They were black then; now they are hazel, which has to be your actual eye color because black is very uncommon." He shrugged. I sighed. "Fine, don't tell me. Be that way." Rude. God and Satan, I loved him (and still do, as I die).

I stared at him for a moment longer, checking him out, before I looked at the table. Alright, so, he was/is kinda rude, a bit of an ass maybe, was/is both formal and informal with how he spoke/speaks and acted/acts, is/was kinda awkward, owns/owned black demon contacts, actually has/had hazel eyes, definitely does/did have sex hair and I finally noticed it was/is a reddish brown color, he was/is paler than me which is/was crazy, and I was/am in lust-love with him. He was/is my soulmate, for sure. All of that may or may not have been my thoughts, then, and may or may not be my thoughts now, too. I could be overdramatizing this again. You don't know. Mwahahahaha.

Mr. Stark checked on us. We got a brief lecture before we told him we were done. For whatever reason, he thought Maverick did everything; I guess women aren't allowed to do shit anymore, even in modern times, when a man is there to help. Maverick defended me, though, the sweetheart; however, that somehow led the teacher into thinking I'd done the lab before because I'd gotten the answers right (by accident). I told him that wasn't the case but he didn't believe me and just praised me for being the genius I'm not before he walked away to harass my other classmates. Teachers, man.

"Sucks that the snow didn't last long," Maverick randomly stated.

Oh god, we've been made to conversant about the weather, fuck. "Yep," I lied. "Now, we gotta deal with the depressing rain instead. Such sadness." I liked the rain better, even though I hated it.

"You don't like the rain?"

"I hate it but don't at the same time."

"Why's that?"

"Just do. You don't need a reason to dislike something; it's all about preference really; I prefer the sunlight, which I also hate and like at the same time, by the way but like more than dislike, I guess; it changes with my mood."

"Hmm. Interesting."

"Uh huh."

Our awkward conversation got more awkward and more pointless; I told him why I moved and then he became rude and annoying again. God, I loved him for it. Happy sigh.

The lab ended, we learnt more things, and then class ended.

Maverick sprinted out; I laughed. My humor was cut short by Constantine, who thought it was his duty to walk me to the gym. He wouldn't shut up along the way; he complained about the lab the whole time. At least he wasn't being a fuck boi, for once. Volleyball happened, again; was that the only sport ever played? Goddamn, it was torture; I hurt no one, though, so yay.

It wasn't pouring rain when the day ended, so that was good, I guess; it felt like the right kind of sorrow, you know; it made me feel the right amount of angst. I went to my epic almost brand new car, which I had finally named Thelma. I was chilling inside it for a short time when I spotted Maverick across the parking lot of dread. He was just standing in the rain, leaning against his shining car; he was also staring at me, so I squealed, in my head again but also aloud, too, in my car.

In my excitement, I almost backed into someone's car; whoops. As I drove out of the lot of parking, I saw Maverick on the ground, laughing his ass off; I don't know why he thought my almost car accident was fucking hilarious, since that literally was the only thing that happened that could've possibly created that reaction, but I smiled anyway as I thought about how cute his laughter probably was, if I heard it for myself.

I was hopelessly doomed; I was in lust-love indeed.