"OMG," Cameron giggled behind her hand, "they were right, he is so totally hot."
"He doesn't shave," Chase observed, sullenly.
"That just makes him hotter! The messy look is totally in this year, Chase. Except on you." She shuddered, delicately. "Never on you."
"Thanks," he grumbled, and sunk lower in the chair. The teacher was giving his first day speach, something about their firey deaths of nameless pain and torture if they didn't listen, but Chase was used to tuning that stuff out from all the abuse his terrible abusive parents abusively heaped on him. He had long ago learned not to let verbal slings get to him or he would be crying in a ball, but no, that was a lie, they did get to him and inside he was crying, but never let it show outside, oh no.
Cameron was going on. "His eyes are so blue, they're way better than yours, and that limp."
"You... like the limp?" Chase asked, confused.
"Of course! Pain is sexy. Haven't you been reading the magazines?"
"I don't buy the magazines. I can't, my money goes to--" he stopped. He never wanted to share that with Cameron. "My money goes to other things."
"What could be more important than fashion?" Cameron gaped at him.
"Stuff!" Chase said, gesturing.
"Hey, you two in the back!" the teacher yelled. "Next to the black guy! HORRIBLE PAINFUL DEATH!"
"You made me look bad in front of him!" Cameron hissed, and kicked his ankle. Chase winced.
The teacher rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you all suck, and I'm going to toss your schedules in a pile up here. Grab 'em if you want 'em. I've got some of you in other classes, I'm sure it'll be fun, whatever," he said, and walked out.
"I think I'm in love," Cameron declared, but the Pledge of Allegiance drowned her out.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Detroit, a water buffalo fell on a billionair named Vogler. (A/N: I promised a death!)
"You are not in love!" Chase hissed at her.
"I am too!" Cameron snitted back, while the rest of the class milled confusedly. "And shut up, you're being unpatriotic!"
"I don't care! I'm not even from this country! And you fall in love every week! What, does this mean you have to break up with Heath Ledger now?"
"Shut up!" Cameron said, and stormed up to get her schedule. But she got his too, which meant everything was all right. Deep down inside, she really was a softy. Just a bit of a slut. (A/N: Ppl said I was being too hard on Cameron I hope this helps.) When she brought the schedules back she was beaming. "OMG, I can't believe it, we have him for three classes, third, fifth, and seventh period!"
"Budget cuts must have been bad this year," Chase sad. "Wait, we?"
"Oh yeah. We have all the same classes again. Isn't it weird how that happens?" Cameron asked, rooting through her purse for some gum.
Chase groaned. God hated him.
End Chapter Four
(Chapter five:Cuddy!)