A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short. It is probably my worst one. However, to make up for that I will be posting again by Wednesday at least, something that will hopefully be a bit better and more interesting.

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Chapter 5:

Astrid

Next period was English. Our teacher, Mr Mildew, was a crotchety old man who had been divorced three times and sported long, greasy grey hair. Usually I dreaded this class, but I felt a glimmer of anticipation deep inside of me and I was almost looking forward to it. The reason as simple; Jay.

I was greeted with a wave of noise as I walked into the classroom. I walked over and took a seat at the back followed by Ruffnut and there was the immediate scuffle as boys already seated got up and quietly fought to get a seat closest to me. Sometimes I hated being Queen Bee. I longed for a piece of peace and quiet, especially now. Why couldn't I just sit down and organise my thoughts? Just as I was about to punch Gustav, a boy who was being especially loud, my attention was diverted by a similar scuffle at the other end of the room, where Jay had appeared. That was strange; I hadn't seen him enter. A girl, whose name I thought might have been Atali, leaned in and draped herself over his arm. Usually, I ignored those sorts of girls, but now I felt a strange spark of jealousy in my stomach and felt myself scowling. Just as I was about to punch Gastav just to vent my frustration, Jay disappeared. He just leaned back and melted into the shadows. He materialised again a few seats in front of me and propped his feet up on the desk, tipping his head back to give the girls a mild glare. They looked around wildly before locating him and just stared.

"Ladies, contain yourselves!" he drawled and swivelled around to look directly at me. I could feel the flush creeping up my cheeks at the intensity of the stare. The majority of the boys stopped fighting.

"Like a bunch of vultures, aren't they," he jerked his chin at the boys. "Just tell me if you need any help. Though I'm sure you can help yourself, I can do it in a less…," he paused for a second, pondering his next words. "Violent way."

I opened my mouth to try and speak, but he was still looking at me, and all that came out was a quiet squeak. Jay smirked at the noise, and my blush deepened. I was about to try again when I noticed the 'vultures' had gone back to their seats, and Jay swivelled back around in his chair.

"Incoming," I heard him whisper under his breath. A few seconds later, I heard the tell-tale noise of Mildew's staff clacking against the cheap vinyl floor. How did he know that the teacher was coming?

"Good morning, maggots! Now, today we are going to learn Shakespeare…" I zoned out Mr Mildew's voice, instead opting to watch Jay. He was drawing in a familiar looking leather notebook, pencil scratching against the thick parchment paper. My eyes tracked his movements; the way his slender fingers gripped the pencil, pressing firmly but carefully against the paper; the movement of his arms as he pulled it back and forth; the sway of his long silky hair and the way it curled at the nape of his neck. Suddenly, a gnarled hand slammed down on his desk, and Mr Mildew leered unpleasantly down at Jay.

"What quote did I just read out, Fresh Meat? You don't know how it works around here, so I'll tell you. You get a question wrong, detention!"

Jay looked up at the teacher. Even if he had been listening, which I knew he hadn't been, how could Mr Mildew expect him to remember a whole quote for A Midsummer Nights Dream? But Jay just smirked up at the teacher and, tipping his chair back to lean against the one behind him, quoted,

"'Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

But either it was different in blood.' This was said by Lysander to Hermia when they were planning to run away."

I gaped at him; how did he know that? My amazement and confusion were mirrored across the faces of everyone in the class. However, our attention was diverted as we shared in a common delight and fascination as Mr Mildews jaw dropped, and his face turned a peculiar purple colour. He finally shook himself, grunted, and moved to the front of the class to resume teaching. I turned back to Jay as he pushed forward again. His chair rocked forward, and the front legs hit the floor with a dull clunk. Jay continued drawing as if nothing had happened.

A/N: Well there it is! I really hope you like it and share any comments, criticism, things you like, or things you would like me to add/do more of. As I said before, I will update another short chapter soon to make up for the length of this one. I wasn't exactly sure how to write the Shakespeare, so sorry if the layout of the quote is wrong or confusing (Jay said'This was said by Lysander to Hermia when they were planning to run away'). Also, all of the comments have been really nice, and you don't know what it means to me or how happy it makes me to open my email and see a whole lot of positive and helpful things said about my writing. A special thanks so much to Wiskerface for the constructive criticism, it really helped. I will probably forget to do lots of what you said, so I am focusing on using and not staring with conjunctions. Love you all!