A/N: Finally. A long chapter. That should make you happy. If you want to make me happy, review. Last chapter, I only got 2 reviews. I want at least 5 before I update the next one, so that I know I'm not wasting my time on this thing. Aaannd GO! Oh, and it might be a while before I update again. School is getting dangerously close.

I slowly looked around the room and focused on the clock. 9:03. Could this day get any slower? This was only first period, and yet it felt like I had been sitting there for a year. I groaned and slowly let my head drop down onto my desk. Suddenly, I felt something jab me between my shoulder blades. I turned around and sighed. Marco.

"What?" I hissed, turning to face him. Marco just looked at me with an expression of concern. It's funny; everyone seemed to be looking at me like that recently. As if I needed their pity. As if I was some pathetic, moping emo kid, begging for someone to save me.

"El are you feeling ok?" Marco whispered, interrupting my thoughts. I sighed again.

"I'm just peachy, Marco."

"Are you sure? Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?"

What is it with this guy? Seriously. I mean, I love Marco, but he's not my shrink. I don't need to be interrogated. I have Sauve for that. Although, she turned out to be as successful as my lame ass attempts to get Sean to stay. Apparently, telling him that I loved him meant nothing.

"Stop worrying, Marco. I'm fine." I spat out.

"Ellie," Marco started to say.

"Just drop it."

"But-"

"I said drop it, okay?" I snapped at him, ignoring the hurt look on his face.

"Ellie, Marco, is there something that you wish to tell the rest of us?" Mrs. Kwan said, walking over to us, her heels clicking angrily. Marco and I both looked at her and shook our heads. Watching her walk away, Marco then turned his attention back to me.

"Marco," I warned him before he could say anything.

"We're not finished here, Nash." Marco said firmly, interrupting me. I glared at him, and started to reply with a smart remark, but instead attracted the attention of the witch.

"Ellie! Marco!" The teacher exclaimed. "What could be more important than Act II of Hamlet?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Kwan." Marco stated.

"Then why are you two wasting my class time?"

"Yeah, guys. When you waste Mrs. Kwan's time, she wastes your time." Spinner said, smirking at the two of us.

"That's enough, Gavin." Mrs. Kwan told him, while I returned his smirk. I've always thought Spinner was immature, ever since I met him in grade 9 when he tried to ask me out. I laughed at the memory of how he fell for my fake phone number.

"Now what's funny, Ellie? Nothing else should be distracting you from Act II! If you waste my time, I'll waste your time. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mrs. Kwan." I answered, trying my hardest to ignore the smirk on Spinner's face as he watched me.

Somebody get me out of here.