CHAPTER THREE

"What's wrong?" Dawn jumped. Then slowly she smiled and turned around as she recognised the voice.
David. The one totally hot boy in the school who wasn't (in Dawn's opinion) a complete jerk.

"Oh nothing really. Um..I just realized I left my French book in my locker, but its on the other side of the
school so...." God how lame was she? She silently cursed at herself.

"Well you can use my book. I have French after you, so I guess you can give it back to me in Art?" Art was
Dawn's new favorite class.

"Hey, thanks a lot." Dawn said, glancing back at Jessica, who was standing a few feet away esparatly trying
to keep a straight face. "I'll see you in Art then?"

"Yeah. I'll see you..." He trailed off, like he was the nervous one. They stood for a few agonizing seconds,
staring at each other, then David finally looked away. "um...bye!"

"Bye!" said Dawn, her face suddenly happy again.

"Wow he knows your schedule. I'm impressed," said Jessica, as they took off to French together.

"Be quiet. And you know I probably know his better."

"I bet Art's your new favorite class too."

"How did you guess?"

"A hunch, just a hunch."