Since I think I write better as someone's point of view (POV), this chapter will be in Grace's perspective.

Two Months Later…

I have been trying to avoid that Hispanic kid since the second day he was here. Every time he was here, something would happen where I can't concentrate on anything but him and it's freaking me out! I haven't told Kim because c'mon, who else would this be happening to? And I will not be joining my cousin in the nuthouse!

I just got my stuff for English class and closed it to…oh my gosh Bryan is coming this way! What does he want?! Maybe he'll ask for my hand in marriage! Oh wait, I'm sixteen … but age is nothing but a number!

"Hey…Grace is it?" he said in his deep, sexy voice. No joke, it was like he was saying it in one of those slow motion 70's songs.

"Y-yah!" calm down, girlie, play it cool. "I'm Grace! Yup, that's me!" and there goes my future kids.

"Cool." He said awkwardly. Maybe Caileen has a chance! "Well I was wondering if-"No, no, no! His voice is fading because something behind him catches my eye. Jerry is picking up some brunette's books. She's putting her hair behind her ear and talking to him. Whatever he just said made her laugh and… no way, he got her number! Why am I so curious about this? Why aren't I paying attention?! I should just nod in response. Wow, Bryan's face kind of lit up to whatever I nodded to-

"Great! I'll see you at seven!" and with that he left to reveal Kim right behind him. She's looking at me with shock. What did I just agree to?

"Oh my god, congratulations Grace!"

"What did I just do?" I ask her. I look behind her a bit to find Jerry still there, looking at me for some reason. I really need Kim to respond because I can't look away. He looks…guilty?

"You just got asked out by one of the hottest guys in school!"

Bryan asked me out?

Bryan asked me out.

Bryan asked me out…

BRAYN ASKES ME OUT!

HOW DID I MISS THAT?!

"Oh. My. Gosh! Where's he taking me?" I asked frantically. I probably look stupid asking my friend if she knows where my date is taking me.

"How did you miss that? You've been wanting this since freshman year?!" before I can answer, she rushes me away. "No time for that, we need to get to class before the bell rings."

We enter the classroom and take our normal seats. Just two more classes, counting this one, and I can talk about my date at me and Kim's sleepover tonight. Since I've been spacing out, I need to pay attention to Mrs. Finkle.

"Now class, I know it's late, but because of our recent shipments of new students, we are doing a class project." Ugh not these again. "You get to interview one person in class, and since I know most of you are going to choose your best friends and make it an easy A, I will pick partners." Again, UGH!

"Here are the partners: Brewer and Zhai, Baker and Woods, Crawford and…" she continued to go down her list when she got to me. "Do'herty and Clain."

I got paired up with the new Mexican kid. The other one. He's kinda creepy with dark green eyes and light brown curly hair. He never speaks and always looks away, as if he's stuck in one of those bad distant memories you see in movies or fanfics, and whenever he does look up if he gets called on in class, he just stares at you. It's pretty odd if you ask me.

"Because we have an odd number, Mr. Martinez, you won't be doing-" Mrs. Finkle was about to finish when there was a knock at the door. "Can someone get that?"

Yeah, she can be pretty lazy at times.

I got up and opened the door to find two men in black suits and black sunglasses standing at the door. There holding their hands in front of them in the most professional matter, giving them that Men In Black look. I step aside and let the teacher answer this one.

"Hello." The first one says in a deep voice. "Are you Miss Ferry Finkle?" It was more of a statement instead of a question. Seriously her first name in Ferry? No wonder no one knows it.

"Yes." She answers uneasily. "This isn't about my files is it? Because I paid the IRS two months ago!" she blabs off frantically. They turn towards each other with raised eyebrows for a second then back to our shaking English teacher.

"No. We are here for a Mr. Clain." They rotate their heads across the classroom until both lay their eyes (or at least we think). His eyes bug out and he looks down until one steps forward. Then, all hell broke loose.

"NOT AGAIN INFEDILES!" was about the only thing I could get as he spewed a string of words in some foreign language, probably Russian. Then he jumps onto his desk, takes the book off of the desk, rips the back cover off, and begins running onto other people's desk. The two men go after him as he attempts to escape, both with needles in each hand. The first man swings his arm towards Clain's neck, but Clain bends just out of it's reach and uses the hard cover to swat at the man. The man is hit in the face and stumbles into the other guy, and they both stumble onto the now empty desk. Clain hesitates for a minute before running as fast as he could and crashing through the slit of window we have in the back of the classroom. Everyone gathers in front of the now broken window and watches as he runs towards a tree shouting, "NO MAS GALLETAS! NO MAS GALLEETAS!" Then 4 police cars and a white van that looks all too familiar screech to a sudden halt in front of him. A woman in all white is followed close behind by two other guys in just as white outfits exits the white van and tries to soothe him. We all watch as the guys behind her try to give him a cookie, but he slaps it away and begins yelling again. The lady then takes out a silver gun and shoots a little colorful object into the hysterical boy's side. Seconds later, he's staggering with heavy eyelids until he falls forwards into the thick lady's awaiting arms. They put him on the stretcher, puts him in the back of the truck, and leaves with the rest of the police. We look back to find the two men gone.

All of us are too shocked to move for a few moments before returning to our assigned seats, shock still written on all of our faces. The class is silent for a good ten minutes, letting the recent events seep in. I can't believe he did that… my English project partner just jumped out of the window to evade the police only to be taken down and most likely taken back to the state mental facility.

"W-Well," Mrs. Finkle tries to begin, "that was unexpected."

"Tell me about it."

"I did not see that coming."

"Did that really just happen?" I hear some kids mutter or whisper under their breath. Mr. Finkle clears her throat before continuing.

"Due to recent…changes" she claims "Martinez, you'll be working with Do'herty." Dang it! All of my hard work in ignoring him gone! But it's only for a day I can just go back to thinking about anything else but him.

I look over to find him looking at me before quickly raising his bushy eyebrows and winking in my direction. I roll my eyes in response.

How could the day just turn like this?

Thank you cutiegirl02 (I hope I got you're name right) for being the first and so for only reviewer of the story. I love it when people do that!