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"Alright class, I'll be handing out your tests back shortly. Meanwhile, take out your history books." The teacher instructed.

Mitchie searched through her bag, expecting to find a History book. She sighed once she remembered that she'd accidentally left it at home.

"Here you can have mine." Shane said, causing Mitchie to turn around.

She raised an eyebrow, "You're lending me your book? That's a shock! Who knew Shane Grey could be nice."

"Hey, I can be nice.... once in a while!" He smirked.

Mrs. Anderson handed back Mitchie her test. "Great job, Miss. Torres!" She walked towards Shane and threw his test on his desk.

"What did you get?" Mitchie asked, curiously.

"An F…again." He muttered.

"An F? Why am I not surprised?" Mitchie smirked.

Shane rolled his eyes, "Not everyone can get 110 percent like you do."

"You mean 96 percent." Mitchie corrected.

"Whatever. I was eleven percent off. Big deal." Shane scoffed.

"Wow Shane, you can't do Math either? You were fourteen percent off." Mitchie said, matter of factly.

"Can you stop correcting me?" Shane said, causing Mitchie to giggle.

"Alright, we're going to have an assignment which will be worth fifteen percent of your final mark. I will like you to pick a partner and inform me who your partner is by Monday." The teacher told the class.

Several groans came from the class. The lunch bell rang and the students began to pack up. Mitchie grabbed all her belongings and followed the students as they filed out of the classroom.

"Mr. Grey, may I have a word with you." The teacher said sternly.

Shane groaned and waited for the teacher to continue.

"As you can see by your previous tests, you're failing this class. If you don't get at least a ninety on this assignment, I will expect to see you in summer school. Good luck." Mrs. Anderson said skeptically, knowing that it would be impossible for Shane to pass this class. Shane groaned inwardly and nodded.

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"Why aren't you sitting with Nate? We still have to make Shane angrier!" Caitlyn bit on her apple.

Mitchie stuffed fries on her mouth. "I don't know, maybe we should lay off for a while." She shrugged.

"Um… what happened to the Mitchie that wanted revenge?" Caitlyn asked, waving her hands in front of Mitchie's face.

"Don't worry. Shane isn't bothering me as much anymore. We'll continue with the plan as soon as he starts being an ass again."

Caitlyn rolled her eyes, "If you say so."

Caitlyn and Mitchie noticed Shane uncomfortably walking towards their table. "What do you want Grey?" Caitlyn glared.

"Chill out Gellar, I didn't come to see you, so back off. I just need to talk to Mitchie in private." Shane said, looking directly at Mitchie.

"She doesn't want to talk to you." Caitlyn spat, before Mitchie could say anything.

"Are you Mitchie? No, you aren't. So shut up." Shane glared. He looked back at Mitchie, "Please Mitchie, I just need to talk to you for only a minute." He pleaded.

Mitchie sighed, "Fine, but make it quick." She slowly began to follow Shane to an empty table.

"Okay Mitchie-"Shane was cut off by Jason.

"Mitchie! I was looking for you everywhere. I want to show you my new book and name you each bird that I've spot in my backyard." Jason said eagerly, pulling her.

"Cant you see we're busy?" Shane snapped.

"What? You guys aren't making out for anything so how are you busy? Jason asked, confused.

Mitchie blushed while Shane sent Jason an annoyed look. "I'm trying to ask her to do me a favor."

"A favor? Hey, is that an excuse so you can have Mitchie all to yourself." Jason said, crossing his arms.

"No! Let me just ask her something and then you can go on babbling about your damn birds with her." Shane growled.

"Okay, whatever Shane. See you later Mitchie!" Jason said, leaving.

"Anyways Mitchie, you know that assignment we have for History? I was wondering if you could uh… be by partner."

Mitchie raised an eyebrow, "Why? So you can easily get an A while I do all the work? Hell no." She said, getting up.

"No! Don't think that. I'm erm… failing History and seriously don't want to go to summer school. I promise I'll help you with it and take it seriously!" He begged. "Mitchie please?"

Mitchie sighed heavily, "Okay fine, but you have to remember to help me."

"I will!" He smiled happily. "Thank you so much!" He hugged her tightly. Mitchie was shocked and awkwardly hugged him back. When Shane noticed what he was doing, he quickly let go and muttered a quick sorry.

"So um… how about I come over tomorrow and we'll work on it at your house?" Mitchie said, trying to break the awkward tension.

"Tomorrow's Saturday so you can come anytime. Thanks again." He said, smiling at her.

"No problem. I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Mitchie said, getting up. She threw out her lunch and headed over to Caitlyn.

"What was that all about?" Caitlyn asked.

"He asked me to be his partner for an assignment." Mitchie said simply.

"You didn't say yes… did you?" Caitlyn narrowed her eyes.

"I-I did. I felt sorry for him." Mitchie stuttered.

Caitlyn groaned, "Mitchie! He's an enemy and you're not supposed to feel sorry for an enemy- let alone help him!"

"Caitlyn it's only one time. Once we're done with this assignment, we'll go back on hating him." Mitchie gave Caitlyn a reassuring look.

"Alright." Caitlyn mumbled.

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Mitchie awoke the next morning, smiling when she smelled pancakes. She brushed her teeth and washed her face. She quickly changed into a blue V-necked Tee and skinny jeans. After brushing her hair thoroughly, she applied light makeup and wore her favorite pair of hooped earrings.

"Good morning mom." Mitchie sat down and immediately began to eat her breakfast.

"Morning, sweetie. Are you going anywhere today?" She asked, curiously.

"Yeah, I'm going to Shane's house. We have to start on our assignment together."

Connie's eyes widened, "Really?! I have to tell Diana! I'm so happy you two are finally getting along." She gushed.

Mitchie giggled, "Relax mom. We're just working on an assignment. It's no biggie." She sipped on her glass of orange juice.

"Whatever you say honey." Connie winked at her daughter which caused Mitchie to give her mother an odd look.

"Okay… anyways, I'm going to Shane's house now. I'll be back soon." She slowly got up and headed out the door. "Bye mom!" She yelled and slammed the door.

After a good five minute walk, Mitchie reached the Grey's house and was greeted by Mrs. Grey.

"Hey Mitchie! Your mom informed me that you have an assignment to do with Shane. He's asleep in his room right now. Do you mind waking him up?" Mrs. Grey asked.

"Wow, its 12 o'clock and he's asleep. I don't mind at all." Mitchie said. Mitchie headed upstairs and smirked when an idea popped up in her head.

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Remember to review! I might not be able to update until the weekend since I have loads of homework and since It's my birthday Friday, I'll be out all day.

heres the preview:

"Okay here, read the first paragraph of chapter four out loud while I start typing." Mitchie said, handing the book to Shane.

Shane cleared his throat, "Spanish ex-explorers came to… w-what is now the United States be-begin-ing with…Christopher Co-Columbus'... second ex…expedition-" Shane abruptly stopped reading after he heard something that sounded like a badly covered cough. He smiled and glanced at Mitchie who had a huge smile on her face.

When Shane started reading again, Mitchie couldn't help but find his scrunched up face hilarious, and started giggling hysterically.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Shane asked, annoyed.

"Um… if you haven't noticed, reading isn't something that you're really good at." She giggled.

Shane pouted, "Are you saying I can't read?" Shane moved closer to Mitchie causing her to blush.

"I'm just saying reading isn't your strong point." Mitchie smiled.

"Want to know my strong point?" Shane smirked. "My strong point is that I'm a good kisser." He whispered, staring into Mitchie's eyes.