𝗗𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝗻 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲||𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Chapter three~ the other two

(Y/n)'s next class was English. She was the first one in the classroom, as lunch was still going on. 

At least I get the first pick of where to sit

She sat at the very back and rested her head on her arms. She yawned tiredly and lazily closed her eyes. 

Maybe I'll just take a quick nap... after all *yawn*... I have time... mmmm...

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"(-n)... Ms. (L/n)... MS. (L/N)!!"

"ARGH, WHAT- Oh, ummm... sorry, Ms. um... Ms... uhhhh...?" 

The irritated teacher rolled her eyes and walked back toward the front of the now-filled classroom. Snickers pointed at (Y/n) as she blushed deeply from being caught dozing. 

"As I was saying, you all will address me as Ms. Campbell, and I should mention now that there will be a few rules enforced in my classroom. Number one, if anyone is caught cheating on any test or exam, they will face an immediate suspension, possibly expulsion depending on the degree. Number two, none of you will speak unless spoken to. Number three, the seats you are in now will be your seat for the rest of the year. There will be no swapping seats in my class. Number four, tardiness will not be tolerated. Even one minute late, and you will be assigned after-school detention. Finally, number five, if I ever catch anyone sleeping in this class-" she gave a pointed look at (Y/n)- "I will make sure you are sent home with some extra homework to do. Now-"

At that moment, a student entered the classroom. He looked around for a seat but found only one open. Right next to (Y/n). They locked eyes and recognized each other immediately. The boy scoffed and turned away. 

"Mr. Hart. You're late. Go sit down."

"Is there anywhere else that I can sit", he asked bluntly.

"No."

He huffed and began walking toward the (e/c)-eyed girl, who was still trying to recover from her embarrassment, but now took on a look of indifference to the male approaching her. The whole class murmured about how he had avoided his detention after being tardy. Who was this guy?

As soon as the boy, (Ray, (Y/n) remembered), sat down, he turned to look at her with a glare. 

"Okay, dumbass, listen up. Don't talk to me, don't touch me, don't look at me, please, and thank you." With that, he turned away and whipped out his phone, proceeding to focus on playing a video game. (Y/n) was, to say the least, offended. 

Whatever, I don't wanna talk to him either. 

(Y/n) proceeded to settle in for the hour lecture, but about halfway through her teacher's monologue, she found herself getting distracted by Ray's device. She quickly became invested in the shooting game, going unnoticed by the gamer.

"Nice", (Y/n) whispered under her breath as Ray shot down a sniper. He started, surprised at the comment from the girl, and was quickly taken advantage of by an enemy shooter. His stats were pulled up on the screen and Ray grunted in frustration.   

"God fuckin- what'd you do that for", he seethed at the girl. She muttered an apology and turned away, rolling her eyes at his needless temper. He grabbed her arm tightly and made her look back at him. 

"Now that didn't sound too sincere, did it, doll?" His red eyes flashed.

"Dude, chill out, it's just a game", she laughed nervously, attempting to pull her arm out of his grasp, but his grip was iron.

"Oh yeah? Oho, I'm gonna make your life hell, pipsqueak", he grinned murderously, while at the same time raising his voice slightly. Their argument, unfortunately, carried to the front of the class.