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Twice in one day? You bet! I was almost going to write Geek of a Fake Bf but... there weren't enough votes. Plus I really like this upcoming chapter. Heehee so yeah (:

Chapter 3-

I walked into my biology class, lugging my gazillion pound textbook with me. The teacher was writing something on the board frantically, salt-and-pepper sprinkled hair sticking up haphazardly. I glanced around the room, thankful that there weren't many people in this class yet. Unfortunately, as I was looking around, a certain someone caught my eye.

Fletcher Kingsley.

He smiled at me and inclined his head to the empty seat beside him. I offered a small smile and forced myself to go to the back and sit next to him.

"Hey, didn't know you had bio too," he smiled charmingly.

"Yeah, well, that's what my schedule says at least." I showed him what I was talking about and he scanned all of my classes.

"Damn! The only classes we have together are history and biology. At least we sit together in both of 'em." The teacher began his lecture as students filled up the empty seats.

"I really think we should pay atten-"

"Miss Lockhardt, may I ask what is so important about your conversation with Mr. Kingsley that you felt the need to interrupt my lesson?" My teacher, Mr. Harley, demanded. My face flooded with color in shame and I bowed my head.

"N-nothing. I'm sorry, Mr. Harley." Even though Fletcher is responsible too, I thought annoyedly.

"Please gather your stuff and move up to the front next to Mr. Lovelern." The whole class sucked in a collective breath, which wasn't reassuring. At all. As I walked up to the front, to the only other empty chair, I heard snickers and whispers of pity which had me wondering: who was Mr. Lovelern? And why did he sound so... ominous?

I walked to my new assigned seat and sat down next to my partner who was turned away from me.

"Now, as I was saying," Mr. Harley began. I sneaked a peek at Mr. Lovelern to see for myself.

Well, isn't this peachy.

He was wearing black headphones, bopping his head slightly to a tune I couldn't quite hear. Along with that, he wore a black band tee with bold white writing, black skinny jeans that accentuated his long, skinny legs, a neon lime green belt, and black Vans. What scared me were the tattoos covering the arm facing me. Vines and thorns swirling round and round, wrapping all around his arm and disappearing at his sleeveline. From the side, I could see he had snakebites, a lip ring on the left side of his mouth, and two eyebrow piercings on his right eyebrow.

To be honest, he DID scare me. And I hadn't even seen his face yet.