Chapter 2 (Brock's POV)

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1 month later...

I'm running late again, but I don't really care at all. All I care about is... Jim. I saw him last night over face time while we watched Sex education and all I could think is I wish that was me and you. I know he was think the same thing, by the way he was looking into my eyes.

At my locker, I see that Amber's already gone into class. As she always does. Amber has the locker above me and she takes forever , not like I could say anything, though. I always take long so Jim or Mason can see my fat ass. I watch Mason walk up and bend down to his locker. I walk behind him and shove my finger up his ass and walk past. "What the fuck?" He asks with a smirk. I shrug and keep on walking. I walk into class right as the bell goes and see that all the tables have been re-arranged. Mr. Short is standing at his little stand thing at the front of the class. "Brock," he almost shouts "your sitting over here." He points at the table that's front and center of the class. Amber and Minnie are already sitting on the other side. Minnie's on her laptop and Amber just looks pissed. "Sir, who am I sitting next to?" I ask Mr. Short.

"Jim, now sit down."

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