You hear the tardy bell ring the second before you enter your English classroom. The teacher gives you a stern look, causing you to put your hands up in defense. "Technically, I wasn't late." you try to joke. She just barely cracks a smile and points towards the desks. You nod, acting as if you were approving of her choice by puckering your lips slightly. Some of the students laugh and snicker a bit as you take your seat.

You mindlessly place your, somewhat small, English book on your desk, and flip it open to the assigned page. You lean back a little.

Judging by your attitude at the moment, you wouldn't be surprised if people thought you were just some typical class clown, who got away with anything and everything. But that wasn't it at all. It was just that you were comfortable with yourself. That, and the fact that you knew everyone, so it didn't really make much of a difference if you joked around with people.

And yes, surprisingly, that included the teachers. All of them, (almost anyway) were layed back. They knew, and were practically friends with all of the students. It made things easier to deal with. It made it easier to pay attention in classes, because the teachers knew exactly what the students were like. They knew what the students wanted. So they made lessons...funner in a way.

But they still got straight to what they had to teach.

And you, surprisingly, think that that is pretty cool. You don't mind school. Not at all, actually. It saves you from the cloud of awkwardness, which you sadly call your family. Sounds like a stupid thing to say about your own family, but all you can think to yourself, if anyone were to ever ask about your opinion on them, is, Do you have to live with them? Well, I do.

You raise your eyebrows sarcastically to yourself, before actually tuning in to the conversation-mind you-debate that the class was having, considering Romeo and Juliet. "Well," you decide to offer your input, "I think that the entire situation is Juliet's fault." you shrug, smiling at the glares you receive from several girls sitting around you. You hear a few comments regarding:

Oh, what do you know, Nate?

It's the same thing every day. There is always a debate in this English class about whatever novel you are reading.

Today, you just happen to notice that it is boys vs. girls.

You chuckle at the class reaction and your teacher sighs, looking at you. "Thank you for agreeing with the rest of the boys. Why, exactly do you think " she says sarcastically, rubbing her forehead. You can't help but smile and shrug. "How exactly is it Juliet's fault?" you hear a smooth voice say from behind you. It gets rather quiet in the class room as you turn around, a smirk still on your face. It almost fades when you see the new girl sitting right behind you. The one you saw this morning. You narrow your eyes but push the fact that you wanted to talk to her aside until later. "Because." you say simply. You can see the looks on a few girls faces, letting you know that what ever you say, they will back the new girl up regardless.

She narrows her eyes at you, sending shudders down your back. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, turning to face her. "Because? Because why?" she asks again. You shrug, making it seem as if it is obvious. "She is only what, 14? She decides to disobey her parents, kiss a guy the second she meets him,-"

"The story line is 'love at first sight.'"

"Uh," you raise an eye brow at her. "Sorry to crush your little fantasy," you weren't trying to be cruel. Just honest. "But such a thing doesn't exist." you look at her and see annoyance start to dance in her eyes. You continue to speak, unaware of the fact that she was about to until you did. "Not to mention, she 'falls in love'" you make air quotes with your fingers. "within just two to three days. I think it is a little whore-ish-"

"Nate." the teacher scorns you carelessly.

"-to have sex the second day you meet someone. Because why? She was in love? Because of her, Tybalt dies. So does Paris. So Does Romeo." you widen your eyes sarcastically at her. "She is the reason why 'Romeo and Juliet' is a tragedy in the first place. She snuck away from her home, she-"

"Well, how exactly would it be a story at all if Juliet didn't do the things she did?" she shoots at you. You shrug. "It would be a much better, happier story." you say simply. She scoffs and gives you a look that reads, are you really that stupid?

"Well, not everyone has your perfect life. Sometimes, the story just doesn't have a happy ending. If it wasn't for Juliet, then the two houses would have never come together in the first place." she reasons, crossing her arms. You narrow your eyes at her, feeling slight anger bubble up inside of you. "Who are you to judge me on my life? I don't even fuc-"

"Nate." the teacher says again, stopping you from swearing. You continue. "Who the hell do you think you are to judge me? We are talking about Romeo and Juliet. Two fiction characters." You slightly glare at the argumentative brunette.

"You seem to know a whole lot about being fiction. Fake." she shoots at you. You hear a couple of 'oohs' from some immature guys around you as you narrow your eyes in anger. Who the hell does this girl think she is? Calling you fake? She has now idea what you go through daily. And here she is, judging

you. You turn around, giving up on the argument. No argument in this English class has really gotten that heated before. You huff slightly and cross your arms.

"Enough." Mrs. Adams steps in, shushing the chatting now going around. You roll your eyes as you hear some girls congratulating the spawn behind you. You bite your lip at your spite. Girl. The girl behind you. You correct yourself internally, unsure of why. "Welcome to the class, Mitchie." you hear her say, stepping behind you.

Mitchie? What kind of name is that? You bite your tongue, literally, to keep yourself from commenting. You aren't usually the type of person to insult someone in that way. For some reason, completely unbeknownst to you, you want to insult this girl. You find some background thoughts wandering around the idea that if you do, she might open up a little more to you.

But why would you want her to?

As if you actually want to get to know her.

You scoff at the thought.

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Hey! So I hope you enjoyed the third chapter! Ideas just floated on by peacefully for it. I don't find myself struggling to write this. Lol. So-for some of your sakes- this story will be longer than just three or four chapters. I'm not saying by much, but I am saying that they will. However, they wont be 4,000 word chapters like the ones in Murmur of a Heartbeat. They will be 1, 2, to maybe 3 thousand words each. (Lol, to me, that is considered short.) So they will be shorter. Again, I hope you liked it! I wrote this while listening to "Ignorance." and "The Only Exception." by Paramore. Dunno why, but I thought you should all know that those two songs inspired the writing in this chapter somehow. Lol. Not saying that it is based on the songs, but I can only write good, when I listen to a song that puts me in a writing mood. I can't just write in silence. It is so hard for me to get anything good out of that. So, those songs are the reason why this chapter is the way it is. Not saying that it is brilliant. Not saying it is horrible. Make what you must out of the underlined comment. =) Your decision entirely.