Chapter 3

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Picture on the side is the'bully', you'll find out what his name is soon.

I walk towards my first class, which is too easy, AP Math.

Math is my favourite subjet, why? Becasue its easy to learn and is easy to do.

"Hello? I'm the new student." I say as I open the door for the classroom.

A teacher stands in the middle, as she turns around I recongize her instantly, its my tutor from back home, Mrs. Ahlgren.

I could tell that she noticed me too because of her expression once she saw me, it became much more calm.

"Class, this is your new student Celia Mon-"

"Montrey, Celia Montrey."

She shoots me a 'whats this about' look and I return her a 'well talk about it later' look.

"Please take a seat where its vacant." She asks.

As I look around I see two vacant seats, so I trudge over to them. I sit down and take out my notebook, in order to doodle, Mrs. Ahlgren knows I already know this stuff by heart, so she wont be mad if I doodle all class. As i start my first doodle the door to the classroom opens, adn none other than the bully walks in.

"Logan Robertson, would you be so kind to explain why you are late to my class on the first day." Mrs. Ahlgren asks him.

"Well you see I was-"

He stops talking once he notices me in the classroom, he recongnizes me as the girl that kneed him 'where the sun dont shine' and he immediatly gets angry.

"YOU!!" He yells as he stares at me.

"Me what?" I ask.

"You did this to me!" He exclaims.

By now the whole class is listening to the so-called conversation the we are having, which consists of him accusing me of something.

"What do you mean?" I ask innocently, I know that if he tells everyone that I kneed him, his whole reputation would fall.

I can tell his type, hes the so-called bad boy/player of this school, so he knows the danger of telling the school student body that a girl kneed him in the crotch.

"Never mind." He grits through his teeth.

I win, I think as I smirk at my own awesomeness.

Logan huh? That's a cocky name for a cocky guy. Why do I think this, well back in Sweden my parents set me up with several American guys, and there were at least 3, no 4, yeah 4 guys named Logan. All of them thought they were the king of the world. So I have pretty bad experiences with guys named Logan.

A/N
Hey guys it's M.
If you vote or comment I'll dedicate the next chapter to you, thank you, if you took the time to read my book and be sure to check out the other book on this account.
M
Xoxo,
QuirkyUnicorns
PS. Pic of Logan on the side

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