I Wish You Would

*Chapter 2*

Chapter number 2. :D I will updating as much as possible. I have already written 13 chapters.. so updates will be fast.

Dedicated to @rohit_rm98. His hilarious reactions to the story make my day. And best friend #2 :D ^_^

Read and enjoy.

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I hurriedly picked up my things and rushed out into the hallways to search for my Mysterio. He had disappeared so suddenly, I doubted if he was even human. I was craning my neck in every direction when a sharp and painful poke brought me back to earth.

"Someone is in loooovvvveeeee!" Rach whispered in my ear as I blushed a furious red and playfully slapped her arm.

"Shut up okay? Don't tell Emma yet....I'll tell her myself when Im sure." I begged.

"But why don't you want to tell her?"

Rachel had a valid question. I had no idea why I wasn't ready to tell her. I just didn't want to.

"You got it bitch! Your secret is safe with me." Rachel gave me a peck.

Just then, Emma came up behind us,

"What secret?"

Rachel got startled. But she recovered quick enough and exclaimed,

"Oh nothing, just the fact that she thinks you are a bitch."

That set all the three of us laughing and together hand in hand we walked to the arithmetic class.

Thank you Rach, I owe you one.

The arithmetic class was held at the other side of the building. We had to rush to get there if we didn't want to be late.

We entered class just in time. We caught three desks in the middle of the room. Just then the professor entered. And he was hot!

I sneaked a glance at Emma. Her reaction was so hilarious, I and Rach had to exercise all self-control in order to not start laughing in front of the whole class. Emma was staring at the professor, eyes wide and mouth open. She then turned to me and mouthed,

He is so damn hot!

I couldn't agree with her more. I was just taking a look around to class if I saw any familiar faces, when I saw Mysterio sitting there paying attention. He looked so cute! I mentally gave myself a hug.

Our teachers' name was Mr. Nickerson. The class started. We were all revising the previous concepts. He had given us a few problems to do. I was concentrating hard when suddenly, a voice rang out loud.

"Lockhart, why aren't you doing the problems? Lost in your dreams is it?"