TELE-what? Now, that's new!

DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS NOT INLINED WITH THE PLOT. I USED THE CHARACTER/S ONLY. AND THE CHARACTER/S THAT I USED IS, OBVIOUSLY, NOT MINE, SO DON'T SUE ME.

A/N: The most awaited (I wish. I really wish.) Chapter 2 of my second fic! You know the drill, guys. Read, rate and review! Thanks for those who gave me reviews for the first chapter. I really appreciate those people that I wanted to mention their names here… Never mind. But it's absolutely great to read those comments. Thanks, thanks a lot. Sorry if there aren't a lot of actions in this chapter. I am in a kind of a hurry. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 2

FLASHBACK:

I got out of Tristan's mind and continued on with my poetry. But then I heard a voice in my head. 214, 213, where the heck is 212? Stupid new school. The voice was that of a guy's, and a handsome one at that. Lovely voice. I could fall for that voice anytime. Wait, 212? That's my class! Oh, no.

Just like I thought, the door opened.

"Oh, you must be the transfer student from Japan," Ms. Ricci exclaimed after hearing a mumbled hi from the door. "Please come in and introduce yourself." She motioned him to come in front. "Come on, don't be shy. They don't eat."

He stood up straight in the front and I could see the full view of his face and his body. Wow, great body. Oops, I am looking a little lower. Next stop, the face.

One word: HOT.

At least I wasn't the only one who found him irresistibly hot. Mia, the snobbiest, flirtiest snob and flirt in the campus, exclaimed in my head—well, in her head, in that case—"Oh my freaking nail polish!" YUCK. Oh my freaking nail polish? What the fuck!

Didn't I tell you that I can also hear people talking in their heads when they are feeling an unbearable emotion, like agony, happiness and extreme excitement without me wanting it? So even if you're 2000 miles apart from me and you're feeling unusually too happy, I can hear you. Not that it is any good.

Back to what the transfer student looks like, he is very tall and handsome. Totally gorgeous. He's the first guy I ever met that has the blackest eyes. His spiky hair accentuates his facial features. He is definitely Japanese but he looks like he stepped out from a Vogue magazine cover. And the voice! Man, the voice!

Mia continued to shrill in my head—uhm, in her head, "He is mine. All MINE!" Okay then, Mia. He's yours. Can you now stop shrieking?

The new student started to speak, "I am Akira Sendoh from Ryonan Highschool in Japan. Nice to meet you." He smiled and slightly bowed.

God, I like the accent. God, I like the smile. God, I like everything about him. God.

Ms. Ricci was definitely smitten by Sendoh's disarming smile that she didn't respond at first. "Okay, Sendoh. You can sit beside—," then she looked across the room. The only vacant chair is the one beside me. Oh, no. Can't… resist… temptation… hot guy…, "Megan over there. The one with the long blond hair. I know you can follow with our lessons and I would like you to listen attentively, unlike her…"

THAT IS SO MEAN! I LISTEN!

I heard Sendoh say, or think, "Who's Megan?" while scanning the whole room.

I wanted to raise my hand and shout, "HERE!" and point the seat beside me. But then he turned to me and smiled and walked towards the seat beside me.

"Hi," Sendoh said as he sat down. "I believe your name is Megan."

"Ohayou Good morning," I said and grinned. Yes, my Japanese lessons are now worth it!

"Nihongo o hanashimasu ka Do you speak Japanese," Sendoh asked, bewildered.

I grinned again and said, "Hai, sukoshi Yes, a little.. You speak good English."

"Thank you. I was taking English lessons back in Japan," he said.

Then I heard him think:

Wow, she's cute.

I like her eyes. Ocean eyes.

I don't know but I blushed. I blushed in front of him. When he saw that a red color was slowly creeping into my face, he just laughed it off.

It looks like she knew what I thought a while ago!

Good guess, big guy.

To be continued..!