Is this really it? Oh my! It is! It's an UPDATE! Yes, school, rush and examinations really take up all my time. I'm like making two stories for different subjects right now. I got picked at the scriptwriter for our little movie for Filipino class and I have to think of a plot for our Mathematics story, it's like HSM or something like that. ANYWAY!

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Isabella's POV

I entered my first class, which was Music. Once more, I was back in the astounding music room, only it was cleaner this time.

I sat up front, near the door. Most of the students were there, some were just sitting in their chairs, some were socializing, and some were roaming around, trying to find the perfect seat for the first subject of the whole school year. It was three minutes before the bell rang when I saw her. She looked like she was a power obsessed student running for school president. She was talking to almost everybody, giving them her number, and probably telling them some lies about her. She finally stopped when she heard the bell ring and rushed to the final seat available. And unfortunately, it was beside me.

"Oh hey! It's nice to see you again." She greeted with a wide grin on her face, "And how's the guy?"

I rolled my eyes and faced forward, "He's fine," I answered, "and mine."

I heard her chuckle a bit, "I know that."

I heard the door creak open. Loud footsteps from a wooden floor are heard and it was followed by the view of a young female teacher. She walked up to the front of the class and we all saw her face. She wore black glasses, you know, the ones only the very smart and strict teachers wear, the ones with that point upwards, that one. She had straight brown hair which reached about four inches below her shoulders, brown eyes scanning the whole room, red lips pursed into a straight line, her whole face expressionless but still scary.

"Good morning class, and welcome to your first day of college." She started, her voice as soft as a marshmallow

I honestly did not see that coming. How can someone look so terrifying yet at the same time sound so angelic?

"Alright, as you might've assumed, you're going to be introducing yourselves like what you did for the last twelve or so years but no. This is college and we're doing things differently. Now I want you all to grab a partner,"

Each student grabbed their seatmate's arm, leaving me and Angie the only two people without a partner. Unfortunately.

"And I want you to sing a song about, how you met each other, how you see each other, and well basically how you two roll." The teacher finished, "And by the way, I'm Mrs. Jones."

All of us faced our partners and I saw Angie with a devious smirk on her face. I've always been great with partnering with people who are unlike me, or the complete opposite of me but this is just a different topic. This girl is my rival.

"So what do you think we should sing together?" Angie asked tiredly

"I don't know," I shrugged, "Let's just wing it."

"Wing it? You can't possibly be serious." She said, her smirk dissipating

"Well I am." I answered

"This is college, not prep school, so if you don't want to finish this-." She sighed, "Just forget it. We'll wing it. You sing first since it's your plan."

"Fine." I responded

After a few minutes, our teacher started calling out the names by alphabetical order, and luckily I'm about at the middle.

"Garcia-Shapiro, Isabella." Mrs. Jones called

Both Angie and I stood up in front of the class. I looked at Mrs. Jones' strict glare then at Angie. She nodded lightly and I cleared my throat.

Me: He loves me, He loves you not.

Her: He loves me, He loves you not.

Me: He loves me, He loves you not.

Both of us: HE LOVES YOU NOT.

I walked a little farther from her position and started singing my first solo.

Me: Give it your all girl, give it all ya got.
You can take a chance, take your best shot.
Say what you want girl, do what you do.
He's never gonna, gonna make it with you.

I smirked at her as she crossed her arms.

Me: Pulling petals off a flower trying to get your way.
Keep pulling til' it says what you want it to say.
Girl you can pick a field full of daisies,
But he'd still be my baby.
I know you can hardly wait til I'm away from him.
Instinctively, I know what you're thinking,
You'll be giving him an open invitation,
But my baby won't be taken in.

She rolled her eyes and glared at me with those killer daggers she has for eyes.

Me: You can pout your cherry lips,
Try to tempt him with a sweet kiss.
You can flurt your pretty eyes,
He ain't got his hands tied.

I sang, coming closer to her at each line.

Both: No chains to unlock,
So free to do what he wants.
He's into what he's got.
He loves me, he loves you not.
No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you.
He's into what he's got
He loves me, he loves you not.

We separated from the heated closure and she raised her voice up while angrily singing.

Her: You're the kind of girl that is always up for do or dare.
Only want him just because he's there.
Always looking for a new ride,
The grass is greener on the other side.
You're the kind of girl who's not use to hearing no,
All your lovers try to take you where you wanna go.
It doesn't matter how hard you try, you're never gonna get with MY guy.

I gave her a fake shocked look.

Her: No chains to unlock,
So free to do what he wants,
He's into what he's got

Me: that's me

Both: He loves me, He loves you not.
No matter what you do, he is never gonna be with you.
He's into what he's got
He loves me, he loves you not.

Me: Doesn't matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you.

Her: Give it your all girl, give it all ya got.
You can take your chance at a second hand shot.
Say what you want girl, do what you do.
He's never gonna make it with you.

Me: You can pout your cherry lips

Her: yeah
Try to tempt him with a sweet kiss

Me: sweet kiss
You can flurt your pretty eyes

Her: pretty eyes
He ain't got his hands tied.

Both: No chains to unlock,
So free to do what he wants.
He's into what he's got,
He loves me, he loves you not.
No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you.
He is into what he's got,
He loves me, He loves you not.

No chains to unlock,
So free to do what he wants.
He's into what he's got,
He loves me, he loves you not.
No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you.
He is into what he's got,
He loves me, He loves you not.

I gave a challenging smirk to Angie compared to the deadly glare she was shooting up at me. Yes Angie. Let the games begin.

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