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Chapter Two: The Cobra

Amy's POV

I was shocked. Stunned. Exasperated by my luck. Only one thought was clear. Ian Kabra is enrolled in my new school.

As Jen took her seat, I saw that only one seat was open. And it was, of course, right next to Ian. Crap. At least Jen was on my other side.

The teacher was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She gestured towards me and said, "Class, this is a new student. She is enrolling in our school as of today. Please be respectful." Turning towards me, she said, "I'm Mrs. Ream. Why don't you tell the class a bit about yourself?"

I was glad that I'd gotten rid of my stutter during Madrigal training. "I'm Amy Cahill. I have a l-little brother in m-middle school named Dan. I-I've traveled around the world a lot, and I-I like to read." Well, most of it , anyways.

Mrs. Ream thanked me and directed me to the empty desk between Ian and Jen. I turned my attention to Jen as soon as I got to my seat and didn't let Ian get in a word for the entire class, although I could practically feel his eyes on me the entire time. Problem solved for first period. I wondered how many more classes I would have to endure with him.

I hurried out the door when the bell rang, and Jen quickly followed. "Hey, what's the big deal?" she inquired. "Do you know Ian or something? Does he like you? He practically spent the whole period staring at you! Do you like him?"

I hesitated. "Well...we have a complicated past," I finally said.

"Good complicated or bad complicated?"

I honestly couldn't say. I quickly changed the subject. "Hey, what do you have next?"

Jen eyed me suspiciously. I knew that she wouldn't drop the subject completely, but she answered, "I have history with Mr. Ario. Then I have Algebra 2 with Mr. Kreanan."

"I have history, too. But then I have Spanish with Mrs. Liliana. We have the same lunch times, though, right?"

"Most likely. Hey, here's the history classroom."

I peeked in through the doorway. No Ian in sight. I ended up being seated next to a window with Jen two desks down. History was fairly simple, although I much preferred the Cahill history that Dan and I had learned during Madrigal training.

Afterward, Jen and I split up for third period, promising to meet up at lunch. I found Ian sitting at a desk in the second row, staring at me. Again. Luckily, I was seated a decent distance away from him this time.

I sat with Jen during lunch, for which I had made myself a turkey sandwich. I only ate half of it. I didn't even like turkey. I'd only made it because I hadn't wanted to buy and there was nothing else I could make.

But as soon as I was finished, Jen started to grill me. "So, about Ian."

I groaned. "I told you, Jen, I don't want to talk about it."

Jen huffed. "Fine, then, I'll tell you what I know. First of all, he's really popular. Especially with the girls."

I looked around and saw that Ian was sitting at a crowded table with lots of bulky jocks and preppy fan girls. But I noticed that as soon as I caught his eye, he turned away.

Jen continued, "At least three-quarters of the female population at our school want to go out with him, but he doesn't really care. Apparently, he doesn't like any of them. He doesn't have a girlfriend, and he's not going out with anyone, either."

"Do you want to go out with him?" I asked.

"Eh, not really. I'd probably like it if he gave me some attention, though. But then again, who wouldn't?" she reasoned.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, until I heard something totally unexpected. A silky British voice whispered into my ear, "Hello, love."

My body reacted faster than my mind could. Months of Madrigal training had sharpened my reflexes a hundredfold. A few years ago, I would've jumped and screamed. Now, I whirled around and threw a punch at the speaker.

"OW!" Ian cried. Oops. My bad.

"Ohmigosh, I'm so sorry, Ian! I didn't mean to do that! Are you okay?" The words rushed out of my mouth.

Ian was clutching his forehead while saying, "Ah, I'm...fine. It wasn't really that bad. I suppose I deserved that, anyways. I'm sorry if I surprised you."

Ha. If I'd actually meant to punch him, it probably would've hurt a lot more. Training had really improved everything. Luckily, my mind had calculated the words and owner of the voice, and softened my punch before it hit.

Jen was gaping at me with a incredulous expression. "Wow, Amy. I did not expect that."

I turned to Ian. "What are you doing here?" I asked warily.

Ian grinned. "You mean at the school or at your lunch table?"

"Both," I replied.

"Well, I came over to talk to you. And as for what I'm doing in this school..." He looked at Jen, then back at me. I got the message. Ian slipped out a piece of paper and a pencil. "Could I have your phone number? I'll call you later and tell you."

He looked straight at me. His amber eyes burned into mine. He whispered softly, "Please."

My knees went weak. Stupid knees. Fortunately, I was still sitting at the table. Glaring back at him, I replied, "Fine." I scribbled down my number and gave it to him.

Ian smiled and said, "Thank you. Would you mind if I joined you for the rest of the period?"

"Yes," I snapped. "Go away."

He looked at me sadly. "Amy, I'm truly sorry for what I did. I wish I hadn't done it. Can't you please forgive me?" he said.

I looked at him and saw something in his eyes. Guilt? Remorse? Ian does look sorry... I thought. Then again, Kabras are really good actors - like back in Korea...but the Clue Hunt is over now. Maybe it's time to be a Madrigal and start forgiving. I sighed.

I softened my steel gaze. "Ian," I began. "what's done is done. I can't do anything about it. I would say I've forgiven you, but I haven't. But...I won't blame you anymore. Let's just be friends. No more trickery. Okay?"

Ian grinned again. "Thank you, Amy. I - I won't disappoint you again. You can trust me this time."

I certainly hope so, I thought as Ian rose and walked back to his table.

Wow. I guess all of my chapters are destined to be short. Sorry 'bout that ^^" So what do you guys think? Is it still too cliche? Sorry if you didn't like that "Hello, love." I felt like I just had to put it in, it's so classic now (I hope that you liked Amy's reaction, at least). XD But I probably won't use it anymore unless absolutely necessary. Oh, and in case you're wondering, the story will not be entirely in Amy's POV, and first period was English. Also more questions ^^":

1. What classes would you take as a sophomore? Also, correct me if I was mistaken about any of Amy's subjects. (I wouldn't know, I'm still in middle school. I'm just guessing. XD)

2. Do you want me to continue this story and try to make it more original, or should I just finish this as a cliche and start another fanfic more originally?

3. Send me a message if you have an idea that you would like me to insert into the story. I can't guarantee it, but I'll try my best to use it.

And lastly, don't forget what I said in the first chapter about my first story (Be the first to review it and I'll love you forever :3).

Lovely Out! ~`'~