—Hmm. Setting his Golden Onion on fire is definitely a better idea. I'd pay to see that. I swear I caught him talking to that thing once. Someone stole it from him last year and he almost had a heart attack. I would want a repeat of that—at least it would shut his mouth up, and would stop him from dancing in front of the class. Biology is just plain boring. Why would I be writing this if that wasn't the case? I'm sure the same applies to you.

—P.S. What did you have for number 15 for his take-home quiz?

I drummed my fingers, fighting off a smirk as I watched Mr. Banner talk animatedly up in front. I shook my head, disbelieving. Now that I'd thought about it, Mr. Banner kind of gets a little bit carried away in his discussion.

I looked back down on the note in my hand and grinned.

Well, let me see. Yep, I heard about that incident, when his Golden Onion 'mysteriously' disappeared. I admit that it's sort of entertaining—but we missed two discussion classes because of that so I wasn't quite happy about it. You should know by now that I, contrary to what you deduced, like Biology. I am in love with Biology. I'm planning to take it as a pre-med course—but it's not like anyone cares about that. You shouldn't too. But since you're just bored I knew you'll rather take that than listen to whatever Banner's talking about. If I hadn't read the chapter he's discussing I probably would take time to listen but since I already did… Yeah, yeah, I'm just as boring as him. Boohoo.

P.S. What makes you think that I would share my answers to someone who gets easily bored? I bet you'll get tired of this after some time. Huh. Fine. I got Taxonomy.

I put my pen down and sat straight. I missed two questions this time. But I think I can live with that. I can easily catch up in participation, and it's not like there were other students participating in the discussion.

Now that I diverted my attention from Mr. Banner—a first, Advance Biology or not. I always listen. How can I get A's if I wasn't?—I noticed how uninterested and distracted and just plain bored my classmates were. Maybe I really was the only one enjoying this. Suddenly, it made sense that someone like this unknown soul would still be putting up a written conversation with me until now. I could be boring but I guess not that much, I thought inwardly, eying Mr. Banner as he skipped from corner to corner.

Lauren was texting like mad behind her book. Eric was sleeping, his mouth open. Rosalie was raking her hair with her hand, her eyes on me.

Whoa. I blinked a couple of times.

Goodness, Rosalie's staring. At me.

I titled my head, confused, before she turned to the other side.

That was weird.

I stole a swift glance on her again. Yes. Rosalie Hale just looked at me. She's the only chick who had the guts to hang out with the Cullens, along with her twin brother, Jasper. The Cullens were regarded so high in this small town of ours because of their looks, money and popularity. Most of the people ended up drooling over their expensive cars and their designer clothes rather than to actually talk to them.

People like me. So why's she staring at me? Even I couldn't believe my own words.

I cupped my cheek and jotted down some notes, deciding to just ignore the happening, all the while thinking about the person I've written to twice now. Yes. I had to distract myself. What's more fun than having someone to talk to without them knowing who you really are and without you knowing them in return?

It was then that I realized that that would be the only way I could ever get acquainted to anyone in this school for that matter.

Of course. What did I expect? I was Bella Swan. No one talks to me. And I knew that the moment my identity was revealed to my unnamed pen mate, he or she would wish they've put up with Mr. Banner when they had the chance.

I frowned.

Just then, the bell rang.

Instead of lingering on my chair like I usually do to ask Mr. Banner a few questions I've made from last night's reading, I immediately stood up. I wouldn't want to wait until the next class comes in. I wouldn't want to know who had my table, in the same way that he or she would after finding out it's just… me.

I was the first to reach the door—my classmates were in their sluggish mood as it appeared that I was the only one who had already stood up and made my way out. I threw the class a bored glance before I prepared myself to dash to my next class, when I collided against someone else… again.

Déjà vu struck me but this time a strong arm snaked around my waist to break my fall.

"Oops. Are you okay?"

You've got to be shitting me.

I resisted hyperventilating right then and looked up. Surely that wasn't happening…

For one, he's a bit early today.

I bit my lip. "Yes."

My first ever words in front of him! Hooray.

I was vaguely aware that the whole class froze and watched the event unfolding before their eyes. At least lunch's over; they would've lost their appetite upon witnessing a discourse between the school's resident hottie and… well, me. Ugh.

He nodded, his hair falling on his eyes and let go of me. I stood there, staring at him, dumbstruck. It was then that I noticed that he wasn't looking at me. He's busy sweeping a determined gaze class around the class, like he's looking for someone else.

I sighed. See? Everyone, including him, chose to ignore me. It wasn't news.

I rolled my eyes and walked past him without even a second glance.

I hope you would see me, not see through me.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Yes, I hate him.

"Here's your coffee," the waitress announced, her voice dull.

"Thanks," I replied, but she already left.

I furrowed my brows and restarted my mantra. I hate him. I hate him for ignoring me and making me feel like an outcast that I really was. Fuck.

I could tell that to myself a thousand times but who was I fooling anyway? He may have acted like I didn't exist but it didn't stop me from showing up in my used-to-be favorite diner, drinking my cheap coffee and waiting for him to show up as usual. I was a bit eager to learn who his new girl of the week would be, the one he replaced Jessica with.

As expected, he walked in, his arms draped on some girl's shoulder. Upon closer look, I learned it was Angela.

Whoa. I thought she had Ben? Well I guess she dumped that small guy for him. She chose a one-week affair rather than her steady date for a year now. Well, it's not like something like thatdidn't happen at all. Every girl would leave whomever they were seeing just to grab their only chance with him. Stories like Angela's were never new to me. I hope she didn't put everything into this for we all know this wouldn't last. And I hope Ben loved her beyond words to be able to see pass through this apparent mistake Angela got herself into.

The best of luck for the both of them.

I downed the contents of my coffee and gathered my books.

I've seen what I came for. There's no point in staying.

With that, I left.