DRAMATIC CHAPTER 2! XD

"Ok, class. Now, before the test I will hand out to you a pop quiz as a warm up. Cynthia, Matt, can you each hand out one sheet of paper from your stack to each person?" Mr. Lowry inquired the two students.

Matt tried to keep a straight face when hearing this but I could see his ear tips turn red.

"Yes, Mr. Lowry. Come on, Matt. Let's go." Cynthia replied.

I stifled a laughed at Matt who was currently getting ordered to do stuff by Cynthia. I peeked at Mags to see if he was doing the same thing; watching his friend getting ordered around by his crush. As I predicted Mags's face was amused and ready to burst out laughing. Matt glanced at both of us while holding a stack of paper and saw our faces, so he sent us an unsuccessful glare that was ruined by a blush.

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"Oh, your face was priceless! Wasn't it ,Mags?" I said half laughing, half talking.

Mags let out a laugh that again sounded like a goat bleat and replied, "Yeah, I still can't believe you tripped and the stack of papers ended up on Cynthia! You better find a way to apologize soon, Matt, or else your crush will never forgive you."

I could hear Matt continuously banging his head on the lunch table and said in between bangs, "Ergh… I… Can't believe… I did that! You're… right! She'll never… ever… forgive me!"

"Matt… There's no use losing more I.Q. points by banging your head on the table. We still have another part of the test tomorrow…" I said while trying to both tease and comfort him.

He just responded by groaning and I sighed in defeat.

"Fine, waste your life away thinking what could've been without trying to apologize!" I said in annoyance and looked in the opposite direction.

"Zhineng! Zhineng!" shouted a boy about our age that was running to our table.

Matt perked his head up and faced the speaker.

"What?" he said groggily.

You see, before Matt came to this school he was called Zhineng in elementary school, but he told us he got the nickname Matt before leaving the school in 5th grade. I still wonder how he got Matt as his nickname, but now someone was calling him by his original name so I paid attention to what was happening.

"Who are you?" asked Mags, his tone sounding over-protective.

"I was Zhineng's classmate in elementary. Name's Sam by the way. Anyway… Zhineng! Mags! We have a new student! A girl student to be exact. She is so pretty. Even more pretty than Cynthia! Want to see her?!" replied the boy.

Matt clenched his fists at his crush's name.

I intervened to stop a coming argument and claiming my existence to this conversation by saying, "Hi! In case you didn't know I was here, I am also their friend so I'll initially decide if we'll do that."

For no reason, Sam's mouth gawked at me as his mouth open and closed just like a fish.

"Y-y-you look just like her!" Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, please. How do I? Does the new girl have tanned whitish-brown tinted skin, uneven black hair, and Asian lineage?" I said sarcastically expecting the boy to excuse the idea as immediately as he said it.

"Y-y-yes!" he exclaimed while nodding quite like an idiot.

"Fine, let's see what she looks like." I grumbled to mask my surprise as I stood up from the table.

I looked back at my other friends. They weren't even moving at all from the spots.

I groaned, "Come on, guys. That includes you, too," I put my hands on my hips and gave them a glare until they finally stood up and followed me following the Sam as my guide.

"Ok, so where is she?" I asked as I walked next to Sam in the hallway chock full of middle-schoolers and high-schoolers (our school runs from 6th grade to 12th grade).

"Erm… Last thing I heard was that she was putting things in her locker and that her locker is right near History class." he responded.

"Oh, then she'll be easy to run into since we have History tests tomorrow."

"So… You want to see her now or after History tomorrow?"

"Now of course!" I said as I smacked Sam's arm playfully.

"Ow." he grumbled as he rubbed his arm.

"Come on, grumpy, she won't be there for long." I said as I grabbed his wrist and ran to the lockers near History class with Mags and Matt trailing behind.

Suddenly, I stopped dead in my tracks. Sam was right, that girl did look like me. She had tanned whitish-brown tinted skin, black hair, and an Asian lineage just like I quoted. As a bonus, this girl was tall and also had brown eyes like me. The only difference between me and her was that she was older than me as in a high-school age while I was only in middle school, obviously wore heavy make-up while I wore none because I never liked the attention, I could smell a strong stench of various perfumes on her which I never wore at all, and looked like she was an absolutely lethal girly-girl while I was trying to go for a tomboy.

Her locker was decorated with the usual girly-girl stuff: pink ribbons, pictures of the actors they had crushes on, a make-up shelf, perfumy smell, and a mirror to adjust their make-up or lip gloss. Yet; when I peered at her reflection in the mirror, I saw something in her eyes that told me she would be every girl's rival at school. Then, I saw the girl slam her locker door and turn around to stare at, well, me.

"So… You're the pretty one at this school, hon?" she said; her accent dripping with fake niceness.

I raised an eyebrow and replied, "Which one of us do you mean?"

I started to gesture my arm towards the boys until she said, "Well, I meant you of course, hon."

By this time, her use of "hons" was annoying even though she only said it twice.

"If I must say… How do you think so?"

"I don't really know, so I may be wrong. I think it's just because you look a lot like me, sweetie."

I usually didn't want to be judged as pretty and I would usually be glad at a statement like this, but after hearing it like that I saw that she was conceited and only used me like a mirror to compare herself. And I hated being used. So I tried to make a comeback.

"Excuse me, hon, but I didn't get your name. Does it match your sorry-looking attitude?" I replied in the fake sweet manner the girl used.

"Shwada…" Matt said as he gave me a warning look and attempted to pull me away by grabbing my wrist.

"Ah… So the little princess has a prince to run after her?" the girl retorted in the same sweet manner as before.

My and Matt's faces turned red before I yanked my hand out of his wrist to reply, "So, you don't? I would expect at least one boyfriend from high-school girls."

I glanced at Matt to see if this new "arrangement in my rant" was ok for him. He looked irritated, but his face expression showed he would support me against this mean girl.

The girl looked at both of us, but instead of replying to my recent comment she said, "Prove it. Prove it that you're boyfriend and girlfriend. If you don't I'll take myself."

My mouth gaped open. Did she seriously say that?! I feared what she meant…

"Do it." she challenged me.

"Do what, exactly?" I said while trying to hope avoid this fate.

"Kiss him." she said as if matter-of-factly and started examining the nail-polish on her nails.

I would have thrown up if I wasn't have been in a public hallway with people passing by; ready to judge me. I was about to reveal my case to avoid this and to warn her to stay away from Matt when Mags saved me by putting his hands in front of him in a stop sign symbol.

"You expect them to do that in a public hallway?!" he said with a hint of a nervous laugh that sounded like a goat bleat.

"You're right. Let's go to a classroom." the girl simply replied.

"Um… Excuse me, but my class is starting now… so uh… Bye." stated Sam; who we momentarily forgot about because of our conversation, before racing off down the hall.

Matt nervously looked at his watch and I saw his expression started to give on a relieved look.

"Wait… Shouldn't that mean that the bell should go off right—" started Matt as he stared at his watch, but he was interrupted by the bell for class to start.

The girl turned to us and said, "This is not over. To know who I am when I am out to get you hon, I will tell you my name. It's Drew Tanaka."

Then, she fast-walked away dramatically in her high-heeled espadrilles.

I sighed out in relief, "Literally saved by the bell!"

Mags looked a little off and shook his head a bit as he said, "Let's just go to class,"

And that's when everything came crashing down.