Chapter 2

"Mr. Simms, would you like to tell the class what is it outside that window that fascinates you so much?"

Tyler blushed and turned his gaze away from the window and stared at his notes. He would very much like to tell the lecturer what exactly was so fascinating. Everything. Everything was definitely more fascinating than listening to the old man lecture about the grading system *cue dramatic music*. Tyler rolled his eyes when the old man continued. It wasn't as if they all weren't familiar with it already. The man repeated it in every class.

"Now, the first student to give me the answer to this question shall be excused from the next assignment."

Tyler sighed and rested his jaw on the table, not bothering.

"Ms. Mason?"

He stared at the blonde girl with disbelief when she offered to answer the question. The rest of the students were still busy trying to figure out the answer and here was a girl who had found the answer in mere minutes.

The girl caught his stare and smiled at him. She turned her attention back to the lecturer and unsurprisingly got the answer right.

Tyler noticed a piece of crumpled paper at the edge of his table. Opening it, it read, 'Better start concentrating, Mr. Simms.'

He looked around to see who was the one who had probably dropped it for him.

And caught the smile of a certain Ms. Mason.

- - -

"Hey. What do you think about this?" Jake asked, showing Tyler a sketch of a what looked like a bowl of fruits.

Tyler simply raised his eyebrows and gave Jake a look.

"Nevermind. Wrong guy to ask."

Tyler stared into blank space as his thoughts went back to what happened that night at the Exhibition. What bothered him was why he couldn't seem to get it out of his head. There wasn't anything spectacular about the girl that he had met (or had tried to meet). She may be pretty but it was just an ordinary kind of pretty. Nothing spectacular. So, there really wasn't any reason why he should be thinking about her so much. And yet he was. Maybe it was the way that guy, her bodyguard/boyfriend, had reacted to him talking to her that made Tyler think so much about it. Or maybe it was those sad brown eyes that had looked back at him when he was walking away.

"Hey, Mr. Simms."

Tyler broke out of his jumbled thoughts and looked up. Surprise flitted past his face when he saw the blonde girl that had been in his class.

"You guys don't mind if I sit here right?"

Tyler gave a small smile when the girl plopped down on the empty chair at their table even before Tyler and Jake could say anything and crossed her long toned legs in front of her.

"Hi Becky," Jake sighed.

Tyler turned to glance at Jake. He hadn't realised that he knew the blonde. After all, they were both taking different courses. "You guys know each other?"

Jake nodded.

"We used to go to the same high school together," she replied. "I'm Rebecca Mason by the way."

"And I'm Tyler. So you're from New Jersey too?"

"Yeap," she said. "I've got a question. Why do you always look like you don't want to be in calculus every time?"

"It's boring." Tyler replied flatly.

She chuckled in reply. "Not really. He repeats himself a lot but it's not that bad."

"That's because you're the only person in class who understands what he's talking about."

Jake looked up from his drawing pad. "Oh, I see you've already know about Becks's brilliant brain."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "It's not that my brain is brilliant, Jake. It's because I actually use my brains for more than just drawing, Jake."

Tyler laughed when Jake blushed.

"Well, I've got to go. Nice metting you Tyler," Rebecca said as she got up and gave him a smile. "Bye Jake," she added with a laugh.

"She has that effect on guys."

Tyler turned to jake when he heard his comment. "What?"

"Becks. She has that effect on guys," Jake repeated. "I used to be like you when I first met her."

Tyler frowned. "What do you mean?"

Jake sighed. "Dude, I saw your eyes trail after her when she walked away."

"So?"

"The appropriate word to describe you would be smitten."

"I'm not smitten!" Tyler protested.

Jake snorted. "Yea. Don't worry. There isn't anything wrong with being smitten by Becks. She is hot by average male standards anyway with her long legs and toned body. Not to mention, her nice ass."

"Shut up, Jake."

"She used to do gymnastics, you know. That's why she looks so good."

Tyler shook his head and ignored Jake and the little feeling inside him that was silently whispering that Jake might just be right.

Note: Sorry, it's not exactly my best work. But oh well, I'm currently suffering from a classic case of writer's block. So getting something up here is something. Anyway, please review. Thanks.