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Chapter 4

"No problem," He says. I step back, and face my desk.

"Oh my fucking god," I whisper. I look through my books on my desk. "Fuck,"

"What?" Derek asks.

"I forgot my book in my locker," I say, turning around. I close my eyes for a second, and shake my head.

"You can share my book. That's my desk," he says looking at the one next to mine.

"Ok, Thanks?" I kinda ask.

"Mhm," he says.

My desk mate is helping me? Wow never knew anyone had it in them.

I look at him and smile. He smiles back. Ok that was kinda weird

"Ok class calm down and take your seats," Mrs. Nelson announces.

I take my seat. I take out my phone and text Charlotte. See Charlotte, she's my best friend from Florida.

Hey, how are you? A couple seconds later she texts back. Heyyy, how's your new school? Meet anyone interesting?

I laugh and turn off my phone as the teacher starts talking.

"Does anyone know the difference between endothermic and exothermic? Hmm? How about you Miss Miller?" Mrs. Nelson asks.

"Well an endothermic reaction is when reactants absorb heat but an exothermic reaction is when energy releases in the form of light or heat," I say slowly.

I guess you would say I'm smart. I mean kinda. I guess you would say I'm smart but shy. I know the answers just never want to say it. Unless someone calls on me I will hide in the shadows.

"That is correct. Good job," she says sounding surprised. I look down at the floor trying to ignore my feelings saying look at him. It's not going to affect anything. But I need to focus. So I zone in on only the teacher.

She's droning on about chemistry or whatever. "For this assignment you're working with the person next to you," she says. No thanks. I'm perfectly fine working alone.

I whisper over to him "what are we doing? I was zoning out," I ask.

"Some worksheet. I'll show you what to do when we get it," he whispers back.

Fuck this. I hate worksheets.

As the project drones on and on we just sit there helping each other with it. We don't talk that much except for the occasional "can you pass me that," or the "is this right," which is killing me!

"Your new right?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?" I ask.

"I don't know. You just seem different,"

"Different how?" I ask.

"Like you don't care what people think about you and you don't take advantage of people," he responds.

"Like fuck I don't. Who would do that? Only total dicks would do that. And I'm not one. Plus where I grew up I was taught that everyone has something going beneath the surface so don't judge," I say.

He just looks at me with amusement. I just ignore him  and finish working on the sheet.

Weirdest person I have ever met. That's saying something to because I once met this really creepy stalker guy at a bookstore.