Mated to the Rogue *DISCONTINUED*

T H R E E

The next day, after dragging waking up to that dreadful alarm and dragging myself out of bed to get ready, I was about to walk out the door when I was stopped by a certain someone named Alex.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"To school...?" It came out like more of a question rather than an answer.

"Without your backpack?"

I looked at his hand that was holding my plain navy blue backpack at my eye-level.

"Oh... Thanks," was my only reply as I made a grab for it. Before I could wrap by fingers around the strap though, he pulled it out of my grasp.

"Are you ok? You've been acting a little...strange," he said with concern.

"Of course," I said a little too quickly. "Now, gimme my backpack."

"Are you feeling sick? Do you want to stay home today?" He pressed the back of his hand against my forehead. "You're not running a fever but we could say you are anyways, if you want."

I did want. But I knew staying home with nothing to do would give me too much time to think, and right now I wanted to forget. I shuddered a little at the memory of the nightmare that was still fresh in my mind.

"Nope! I'm fine! Bye!" with that, I yanked by bag out of his hand and quickly stepped out the door, shutting it firmly behind me.

~*~

"Hey, Claire," I said as I dumped by backpack nest to my chair and took a seat. Claire looked up from the book she was reading, flicking a strait black lock of hair out of her round Asian eyes.

"Hey Em. Are you feeling better?" I hadn't told anyone that anything was wrong, but I guess it was pretty obvious to see, especially to best friends.

"Yeah. I was in a funk yesterday. I'm better now," and I would be better yet if I could see Mystery Man again. Wait, what? I'm not supposed to be catching feelings! Bad Emilia!

"I'm glad," she said, smiling. Then with a more serious look on her face, "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

I smiled and nodded, about to reply, when the science teacher, Mr. Ford, walked into class. He was an odd man, I can say that for sure. He had a bald head, but a thick beard. It was like all the hair on his head ran away and relocated on his chin. He always wore a coat, no matter what time of day, but he refused to wear glasses, even though he direly needed them. He could hardly see, for God's sake! He was also short and stout, kinda like a tea pot.

I'm a little tea pot, short and stout. Here is my handle, here is my spout.

I silenced my internal singing when Mr. Ford stood infant of his desk and clapped his hands. He was smiling, which was weird. Mr. Ford was never happy. Something bad was going to happen, that was for sure.

"Good morning, Class!"

Okay, what the hell? He never says good morning.

"It's time for... you guessed it! A pop quiz!"

The whole class groaned. It was barely even 8 in the morning and the day was already ruined. Nothing except Nutella could make this day better. Well actually, a certain green-eyed someone could...

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was NOT allowed to catch feelings. What's wrong with me this morning?

Then reality hit me. POP QUIZ? About what? I've been dozing in class the last couple of days and now its coming back to bite me in the ass.