After Home Room, our first class was Mathematics. Skylar, Kaitlyn, Chantel and I were in the same class. The guys were in another class. The girls and I sat in a square in the centre of the classroom. Very soon, our Math teacher arrived. She was a pretty, young thing. She had hair almost as black as mine, and beautiful emerald green eyes. She introduced herself as Mrs. Brooks and quickly launched herself into the lesson. She started the class with a bit of revision and then moved on to Quadratic Equations. After doing a few problems, I got the hang of it and was breezing through the questions we had been given.

When there was about five minutes left in the class, I asked Kaitlyn and Skylar what class they would be having next.

"American History," they responded together after taking a glance at their timetables.

"Us too," Chantel said.

"And my brother," Kaitlyn added, her hazel eyes shining.

"Wonder if Jake'll be in that class too," Chantel commented.

All eyes snapped towards her- Skylar's, Kaitlyn's and mine that is.

"What?" Chantel shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. As the bell rang, Ms. Brooks asked Skylar and Kaitlyn to stay back a bit. My sister and I waited outside until they emerged.

"C'mon," Skylar said looking a bit dejected. "We're gonna be late for class."

"What's wrong?"I asked.

"Nothing. Why?" she replied.

I looked at her warily.

"Nevermind," I said. "Let's go."

Our American History class was- interesting for lack of a better word. Chantel's anticipation was well rewarded. When we entered the class, we saw Jake sitting beside Kyle. They waved us over. As we walked over, Jake's onyx eyes caught my sister's silver ones and the air became charged with electricity. There was an obvious connection between the two. Chantel looked away, collected herself, then walked up to Jake and sat in the empty chair beside him.

"Hi," she smiled, sticking out her hand. "I'm Chantel."

My eyes widened. Chantel never introduced herself first.

Jake glanced at Chanel's hand, then at her face.

"Jake," he said. Chantel's smile faltered a bit when Jake did not take her hand. She turned, facing the front of the class and pretended not to notice Jake for the rest of the class. Jake did the same, but they were both as aware of each other as I was that it was almost lunchtime.

Another interesting thing that happened occurred halfway through the class. Skylar had been sitting infront of Kyle, Kaitlyn sat infront of Jake, and I sat infront of my sister. I was staring through the window behind Skylar, while Skylar spoke to Kaitlyn. I saw Kyle lean forward slightly to swipe a pen from her desk. Faster than should have been possible, and with more strength than it seemed like Little Red could possess, she pinned his hand down on the desk.

"Do you want something?"she whispered, her lips at his ear.

"Just a pen," he responded, turning so that his lips were centimetres from hers. It was not until afterwards that I wondered how I heard it all. She released his hand, allowing him to take the pen.

"Thanks," he said, before sitting down again.

It turned out that I was not the only one who saw the ordeal. Kaitlyn saw it too. She kept looking from Skylar to her brother. Chantel leaned forward and said,

"The frission is evident."

"You've been reading way too many historical romance novels," I told her.

Our American History teacher noticed it too.

"Skylar? Kyle? Is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

"No, Mr. Bates," Skylar replied, an innocent smile on her face. "Kyle was just borrowing a pen."

"In the future, Mr. Harris, please be sure to bring your own writing instruments."

"Sure thing, Mr. Bates."Kyle replied.

The rest of the class passed without incident.