Fighter | l.h.

3

"I can't find it in here," I called to Kirsten from one side of the lost and found room.

"I found-no, other one." I heard her throw a binder at the wall and it crinkle a tiny bit. Really, what did I do with my binder? I realized halfway through work the other day that I had left it in the library, someone should've been nice enough to drop it off here. It's not that hard really, just go to the front desk and say you found someones binder and then leave.

The bell sounded and I jumped a bit. I had a presentation for my debate class in there that was worth a good 50 percent of my grade. "I'll just go to class. Thanks for helping me Kirsten," I said holding the door open for her. She gave me a sympathetic look before going out the door.

"It'll turn up," she said heading for her chemistry class.

"I hope!" I yelled as she walked up the stairway. She turned the corner and I walked into the room, noticing how half the class was already seated. I looked at my seat and saw Luke sitting next to it, looking down at his back pack with the light from his phone illuminating his face. I sighed and walked back to the seat, sliding in next to him.

"Hey," he said looking up from his phone. "I was hoping you'd text me last night."

"Sorry, I left your number in my binder and I can't find it." I put my backpack on the desk and leaned my head on it.

"It's white right?" He began rummaging in his backpack for something and I simply ignored him doing so.

"Yeah, like a two inch or something with lyrics written all over it and other stuff." I turned my head as he began taking something out of his bag.

"Like this right?" He smiled as my face lit up, taking my binder from his hands. "You left it in the library yesterday after school."

"You were in the library?" I took the binder and opened it, quickly finding his number to program into my phone.

"Yeah, I had to go get Treasure Island to read. We're still on for Friday night right?"

"Yeah, at six thirtyish." I went to give him a smile, but I quickly noticed the small cut on the side of his face. "What happened to your cheek?" I reached out to touch it but he flinched away from me.

"I...I have a cat. He must have come up to me in the middle of the night and scratched me or something." He gave a small nod before looking at Mr. Holmes who was starting to teach. I looked at him before turning to my own paper and started taking my notes.

Since I ditched the last four classes I had yesterday, I was a bit behind but not that much. I mean, I was smart enough to get a scholarship and graduate high school a year early. It was only September and school started back in July. First quarter grades were being posted in a few weeks and I don't think one day could bring me down that much.

I walked into my chemistry class, noticing the same blonde haired boy from Brit Lit. At my table. As my new partner. Shit.

"So you're in honors chem too?" I put my backpack on the floor and sat on the stool next to him.

"I guess. I don't think I'm smart enough for honors but that's something tutoring can help with."

"You implying you want my help for chemistry too?" I gave a small smirk as he smiled and nodded. "Looks like I have a tutor for everything huh?"

"Seeing as I'm in senior classes, yes." He smiled towards me and I took out my lab from the previous week.

"Class," the teacher Mr. Hetlock said. "The lab reports you are...or SHOULD be working on are due in two class periods. Mr. Hemmings, you won't be counted for this grade, but you are expected to do something to make up for it."