Part 3

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Bryce walks into his first hour at 8:15. His teacher, Mr. Wood, was in the middle of a lesson.

"Bryce, you're late. Where have you been?"

"I was in the bathroom."

"Ok, well you know the rules that's a detention."

"I know."

Bryce walked to his seat and sat down and put his bag beside him. Just then the door slammed open. There he was, again. The boy from the hallway. Bryce look around. The only empty seat is by Bryce. Bryce know he sees it too. He looks over at Bryce and smiles.

"Jacob, it's nice to see you again."

He looks at Mr. Wood and nods.

"You do know you're late right?"

"Yea I was having trouble finding the class."

"Are you sure because you've had me before?"

Jacob nods. He sits down beside Bryce. He looks over at him and looks him up and down.

"Hey we met in the hallway."

"Yea I am sorry about running into you."

"It is fine I like running into you," Jacob said with a smile.

"Oh ok."

Bryce turns his head and looks at the front of the room. Jacob thinks did he said something wrong. So he turns to the front of the room and listen to the teacher. Then the teacher say it's time to partner up.

"Bryce you are with Jacob."

Bryce's heart stops. He can't believe this. He'd be spending a lot of time with Jacob now.

"The project is due in 3 weeks. I suggest you get started right away."

Jacob turns to Bryce with a devilish grin.

"You're place or mine?"

Bryce thought about it for a minute. He thought about if Jacob met his dad. What would happen to him if he brought someone home? Bryce looks up at Jacob. Jacobs expression is blank, he's waiting for Bryce to answer him.

"I think it'd be better if we went to yours."

"That's fine. When do you wanna start?"

"Whenever you are ready for us to."

"We can start tonight if that's okay with you."

"Yea I can come by later."

Mr. Wood starts explaining the project. Bryce leans over toward Jacob.

"We still have to go to detention after school though."

Jacob nods and his usual devilish smile crosses his face. Bryce sits back up. All he can think about was Jacobs cologne.

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