These past few days I've been having some serious Matthew moments. I'm so invisible most of the time and I'll talk normally and no one will hear me. It's kind of sad but I've found myself able to insult people to their face more so it's not all bad. I guess that's why a lot of us like the internet so much, I feel like I'm cool or something. CHAPTER 15 AWAY!

I walked back into Mr. Beilschmidt's room with a pack of cigarettes.

"Hey buddy, did you get me what I asked for?"

"Nope."

"WHAT!?"

"It has a lover tar count."

"Lover?"

"I meant lower, jeez," I threw him the pack and turned away to hide my blushing.

He stared at them for a minute and sighed saying he didn't have any others. I opened a window and he lit it up. I watched him for a minute before walking to the board to solve an unbelievably difficult math problem, no doubt belonging to Ludwig. I'm not gonna say I was always really good at math but I was always really good at math, that's why I'm in calculus at sixteen but for some reason these equations didn't make sense to me. At the end of the day I could always count on my math grade and now it was almost like I was failing. I don't wanna blame Mr. Beilschmidt but I blame Mr. Beilschmidt. He's so distracting. I guess he could sense my unease.

"Well, these aren't as bad as the other pack you got me," he said giving in a little.

"What do those taste like anyway," because they're not the best smelling thing.

He got up and walked to the board checking my problem, he looked pleased for once. Did I actually get something right?

"You're two for two," he started, "and as for the cigarettes would you like to taste?"

"I don't really want to smoke it I was just-"

He held onto my arm and bent down to kiss me. You see? That's why I suck at math this year. Because if it wasn't happening I was daydreaming about it, I had wanted him to want me for so long and now he does. I know he busts my chops and sometimes I want to strangle him but you know what, he's actually really cool. E's sort of like this bird winged prince coming down from the heavens and carrying me away to some other place where he'll eat me. I'm about that.

You know who isn't cool? Mr. Bonnefoy isn't cool. That's a lie, you can't be a player and not be cool. I was currently sitting at lunch with Alice, Alfred in line getting food. I would have found Gilbert but she said she needed me.

"Help me Matthew," she begged out of breath, "I'm going to be Palo Alto!?"

"Palo what?"

"It's a movie," she said slapping me.

"What happened?"

Alice was leaving the French room, school was over and she was ready to not have to ogle the Frenchman. She was ready to not have to dream of rubbing the confidence fluff on his face. She was ready to not want to- HOLD HANDS! THAT'S TOTALLY WHERE THIS WAS GOING! She huffed as she approached the door.

"Alice?"

She turned around, "Yes toad?"

He smiled, "I understand that you're young and curious but you can't fall for me," he said sounding like he wanted to convince himself, "these feelings will pass. Don't worry."

Seriously, why are all teachers such ass holes in the beginning? We won't think less of you for not saying no before you say yes. Just give in a little.

She smiled back, "I understand that you're old and full of it, but don't think I find you even the least bit attractive. These feelings you speak of won't have to pass because they were never there in the first place."

"So what's the problem other than no means no?" I asked her.

It was then when she was in the hallway Mr. Bonnefoy called her back. When she reluctantly turned around he asked to shake her hand again and she scolded him, asking what the hell that was about?

"I just don't want to mess it up…"

Mess what up? Dude you're way too bipolar for any human. Saying this then doing that then implying this then not doing that.

"I only do it because jealousy suits you," he said smiling and then he kissed her hand as he face went up in flames.

"Woah, I need to write that one down," I said to myself.

"Shut up Matthew! Why is he trying to make me jealous!?"

It was quiet between us and then I said with a completely straight face, "He gone hop on that d."

"NO THE D!"

And then Alfred came along, "what about the d?"

"Go away Alfred we're being serious," she groaned.

There was nothing serious about what we were talking about… other than the fact we were breaking the law and trying to hook up with our respected teachers, one of us doing better than the other and by one of us I mean me! BOOYA!