"So wait, you're telling me you don't need to go to school?" Luke asked incredulously.

"Nope. I do all my work at home. Then, I send it finished to the teachers. It's kind of like homeschooling, except without the teachers." Claire explained. They were in the living room, the Ross children heading off for school.

"Why didn't anyone tell me about this? I could've stayed home with Jessie instead of these freaks at school!"

"You do realize that you wouldn't have any contact with the outside world, and that you wouldn't have the friends you have now?" Claire said.

"But, it's Jessie! I love her military voice, and her cookies, and I even sleep in one of her shirts!" he hissed.

Claire hit him upside the head. "You're a sick bastard, you know that?" she growled.

"No I'm not; I call it dedication and patience for my woman."

"Well, your woman is six years older than you, and she's your nanny. Adding to the fact that she has a boyfriend already, just lowers your chances with her."

"Way to put a damper on a dude's mood…" Luke answered, frowning.

"Did you just use the word damper?" she snorted, "Way to use your vocab words in a regular sentence."

"You know what-?!"

"Kids! It's time to go, the bus'll be here any minute!" Jessie called.

"Save it for later, Freckles, for later." Claire stated. As she walked up the stairs to her room, she smiled. 'Oh, this is good. This is really good." She thought.

"Jessie! JESSIE JESSIE JESSIE JESSIE JESSIE JESSIE JESS-"

"What?! What do you need so badly that you screamed my name more than seven times?" Jessie seethed.

"Sheesh, 'cuz, I was just gonna ask you if I could skateboard around the neighbourhood."

"Really? Well," she put on a thinking face, "Don't go too far, okay? And don't talk to anyone who seems creepy, okay? If anyone offers you something, decline, got it?"

"Got it."

"Good."

"Can I go visit Emma's school, though?"

"Yeah, but make sure to go into the office to sign in and get a visitor's pass, okay?"

"Jessie?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh… where's Emma's school?" Claire asked lamely.

"The bus is leaving right about now, just follow it until it gets to the high school."

"Okay," Claire ran down the stairs, skateboard in hand, camera ready for taking pictures, "Bye, Jessie!"

"Be safe!"

"Oh, don't worry, I will be!" she got into the elevator and waited (very impatiently) until she got to the lobby. She saw the bus just about leaving to the school, so the skated beside it the whole way there. As kids got off, she noticed a tall blonde exiting the bus. 'I guess this is my stop,' she thought.

"What are you doing here, Claire?" said a very familiar voice.

"Luke?! What are you doing here?"

"This is my school."

"But, but, I thought this was the bus to Emma's school!"

"Well, you could always leave."

"Luke! It isn't the time! I don't know how to get back to the apartment!" Claire screamed, shaking said boy by his shoulders.

"Then stay. For all I care, you might just have to come home with me." Luke stated, smirking.

"Oh, don't you smirk at me, Freckles! This is a major crisis! I have work to do, classes to finish!"

"Then stay in my class for the day, no worries. Hakuna Matata."

She sighed, "Fine, but if I get caught, you're paying for it, Ross."

"Yo Luke! Who's the girl?" a boy ran up to the pair.

"Nobody Brendan, she lives with me. She's my nanny's cousin."

"Well I'd like to live with this under my roof." He pointed at me.

"Didn't your mother teach you to respect others? Or is that just for the people who are capable to learn more than one thing a day?" (AN: Sorry, I suck at dissing things. The last time I dissed something, I was in the fourth grade.)

"She has a mouth on her, I like it." He smiled at Claire.

"Well I don't like you."

"Who cares? I can pick you up and drag you off to a corner and do whatever I want with you."

"And I can sharp shoot from a fifty mile radius. That and my dad excessively trained me in combat, so if you want to mess with this, oh, you'll end up in the dirt." Claire challenged.

"Watch it, Princess, don't get too full of yourself."

"Just like you are now? I beg to differ, but, you're a total idiot compared to this one." She pointed to Luke.

"Don't get me involved in this, Claire! I'm the neutral party here!" Luke complained.

"Well you're biased right now with this diphthong!"

"Who you calling a diphthong, dimwit?!"

"You wanna bring it? OH, IT'S ON NOW, BROTHA!"

Brendan sent punch after punch to Claire, never hitting her, because Claire was blocking. After a few minutes of reckless punching, Claire was annoyed. So, in any situation where a dude was being a total ass, she kicked him where the sun don't shine, and smirked as he hit the ground with a loud THUD!.

"And that's why you don't mess with me. Bye, Bitch! Hope you have a happy time getting up!" Claire screamed, running away. "Hurry up, Ross! Or else he'll be hunting you!"

As they entered the school, wheezing was heard from the two. "Never again, Claire. Never again."

"You," she took a big intake of air, "You can't blame me if the dude was attempting to rape me. He's a sexual predator."

"He didn't mean it, at least I don't think so."

"Well that's a comforting thought…"

"Oh LUUKE!"

"Shit. She found me." He hissed.

"Who?"

"Luke!" a girl with blonde hair skipped to us, "Why didn't you pick me up at the bus stop?"

"Uhm, uh, because I was helping my friend over here to the office."

"Don't bring me into this, Freckles. You saw what I did to your friend Brendan, that can happen to you too." Claire threatened.

"Well this is taking a turn for the worse… Look Christine, I like you and all-"

"Yeah?" she nodded willingly, begging for him to continue.

"-But I only like you as a classmate."

'And pip pip do doodley do to him. That must've hurt.' Claire thought. "Hey Luke, why don't you take me to the office now?"

"I'd be happy enough to help you find the office." With that, they ran away from the girl close to tears.

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Claire backhanded him in the arm, "Why'd you say that, you idiot?!"

"Because she freaks me out, okay? She's a stalker. She takes my hair and puts it in a plastic bag! She could have enough hair to clone me!"

"Well, I don't think she'll be cloning you now, dude. You're probably on her hate list… or kill list, either one." Claire said reassuringly.

"Thanks, what could I ever do without you?" Luke said sarcastically.

"Oh, you wouldn't be able to live without all this awesomeness powering you." Claire boasted.

"Get ready for some more stalkers, I have a few."

"Please, I can bear more than just stalkers and rapists. By the way, I thought schools were safe here..? There are child molesters that are children!"

"Well, some people are different than others. Not everybody is a rapist in the world. If they were, well this'd be a lifelong Taken movie."

"True that, brother, true that."

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"Mr. Clarence? You have someone who would like to join the class today. This is Claire Prescott." The principle informed the teacher.

"Welcome to the class Ms. Prescott. You can sit beside Mr. Ross today, if you'd like." Mr. Clarence said.

"I'd be happy enough to." Claire said tightly.

"Hey best friend how are you?" Luke asked.

"Oh, shut up, Luke!" she hissed.

"Ms. Prescott? Is there a problem over there?" Mr. Clarence asked.

"Nothing of the sorts. But, for that equation to equal the line on the graph, the exponent would need to subtract two thirds, not three quarters. And it's the y-intercept equation you're using, not the x-intercept." Everyone in the class turned to look at Claire.

"Well, thank you for the correct answer, Ms. Prescott," the teacher stated, "Now, can anyone tell me the equation for this line on page 293?"

"Luke, pass me your textbook." Claire demanded.

"Why?"

"You're not using it, and I want to see the line on the graph."

"No! It's my pillow!"

"And this is why you suck at math."

"Well, you… you suck at talking."

"It's speaking, and… Oh, just give me the damned textbook already!"

"Never!"

"You're using it as a pillow!"

"So? It's better than using it for school!"

"No, it isn't! You need education for the future! This is the reason why people are so dumb now a days, all you people think about is the present and stupid technology, not the future, where people want to make a difference, where people want to change the world for the better." Claire shrieked.

The class clapped, "Very well spoken, Ms. Prescott, but it isn't English class right now," Mr. Clarence said.

Claire mocked coughing, "Well, when is English class?"

"After lunch."

"Oh, okay then."

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"Is it okay if I sit here?" Claire asked a girl at an empty table in the cafeteria.

"Don't care." She responded.

"Okay." She sat down.

"Hey Prescott, get over here!" called a boy sitting with Luke.

"What is it now? I was going to eat my lunch!"

"I heard you beat up Davis this morning." Said the boy.

"Davis?" she questioned.

"He means Brendan. Lucas meet Claire, Claire meet Lucas." Luke explained.

"Nobody's ever done that, or if they tried, they'd be sent to the ER." Lucas said.

"Wow, who knew people who were scared of the little rapist would get sent to the ER?" Claire asked.

"Everyone who's tried." Luke said, "Sit with us, you don't want to mess with Ginger over there."

"Why not? Is she gonna beat me up or something?"

"Nope, she just likes her isolation."

"Oh, okay. Just hold on." Claire walked to the table where her lunch was laying. "Is it okay if I sit with those guys over there? I don't want to leave you if you want me here sitting with you."

"It's okay, everyone finds someone better than me to sit with." She said depressingly.

"…would you want to sit with us, too?"

"I don't know if I should."

"And why not?"

"Some people don't exactly like to be around me."

"As in..?" Claire took a seat beside the girl.

Ginger sighed, "Just because I hit a teacher because she was literally abusing every student at my last school, I get a reputation here as a violent and deadly predator."

"Who cares? I just whooped Brendan Davis' ass and people are scared of me too. The only reason why I'm not that scary to others is because I know the sissy over there, Luke Ross."

"Huh… I'm Ginger. Ginger Jones. What class are you in?"

"Oh, I don't go here, I'm homeschooled. I was actually supposed to be at a high school right now to visit my friend Emma, but after a mix-up with the buses, I was here. I'm Claire Prescott."

"Nice to meet you, Claire…"

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"What was that about at lunch?" Luke asked.

"Oh, nothing concerning you." Claire waved him off. They were walking home, or in Claire's case, boarding home.

"Lucas is taking a liking to you," Luke informed her.

"Does it look like I give a damn? The boy's probably just impressed I kicked that ass to the curb like everyone wanted." She stated.

"Well, he couldn't shut up about you today."

"Don't care, Luke." She hissed.

"You should give him a chance…" he said softly.

Claire snorted, "When hell freezes over and the dead come back to life."

"That could happen with global warming."

"Good grief, it's like talking to a post."

"…a hot post?"

"No, a post in the winter that kids get their tongues stuck to." She spoke, mimicking the actions in the air. "Help me, help me, mommy! My tongue is stuck to a pole!"

Luke chuckled, "That's funny… for a girl joke."

"And you think you can do better?" She challenged him.

"But of course. Your mama's so fat,-" Luke started.

"So we're using 'Yo Mama' jokes now? I regret to inform you, my mother's dead."

"Oh yeah, whoops."

"Whoops it is, Freckles."

'I know he means well, it's not like he'll end up falling in love with me or something,' Claire thought, 'This isn't a stupid movie about two friends who fall in love… or is it? Pfft, no it isn't, or else there'd be another dude trying to catch my attention!'

And so, the two teens walked back to the apartment in which Jessie nearly strangled her cousin for getting lost and going to another school.

"JESSIE, LET GO OF MY NECK!"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME AND TELL ME YOUR WERE AT A DIFFERENT SCHOOL?! I ALMOST STRANGLED EMMA FOR NOT BRINGING YOU BACK!"

"ZURI! RED ALERT, RED ALERT! THE NANNY'S GONE PSYCHO!"

"MAN UP MOWGLI! IT'S JUST SOME COUSINLY LOVE!"

"If this is cousinly love, I never want to meet our cousins."

So, this is the second chapter. I know, it sucked, even though it was long, it sucked. Just be happy there was at least some context in it. And some romance! Well, if you could call it that..? Whatevs, I shall update as soon as possible, since it's winter break here, and, I have no idea what to do for the next week and a few days. See you on the flip side, my friends!