Part 2

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Rose POV ~

I sit down in my seat and begin taking notes in cursive when some emo girl walks in late. "Class, this is Raysiia. She transferred from Westside High." Our professor looks around for an empty seat, I glance down at the desk next to me and panic. "Go sit over there next to Rose." I groan but move my purse off the seat for her. I look over and couldn't help but think that she is kinda hot. I can't even focus on taking notes.

Raysiia POV ~

Why does that adorable 50's pinup looking girl keep staring at me? I look down at my laptop and when I look up she's still staring. I look down at her paper and see she has nothing written down.
"Uh... do you want to copy my notes or something?" I whisper.
"Oh right! Uh...thanks..." she writes down my notes gratefully. "Welcome to school." She says with a smile, looking up from her notebook for the first time in minutes.
"Thanks." I stop typing and look at her for a second and realise that she's actually really pretty. Our professor stops writing and announces that we have a partnership project. The class looks around and makes eye contact with their friends and starts whispering.
"You will not be choosing your partners. You will be with your desk partner." The excited buzz dies and is replaced by upset groans. Rose smiles at me as I slump down in my seat.

Rose POV ~

I smile as I watch her slump down in her seat. Does she think I'm happy about this?! Ugh.
"Maybe you could come over tonight to brainstorm?" I'm trying very hard to be pleasant.
"I guess." Raysiia mumbles back. Who does this chick think she is?! Finally the bell rings. I grab my purse and leave to buy a muffin before next period. While waiting in line I see Raysiia walking past with some guy. Probably her boyfriend. Dammit. Despite her being a complete pompous asshole I still can't help thinking how hot she is. I think she's past by but she doubles back and stands in the line behind me. I resist the urge to turn around and talk to her. After I get my muffin I head to class.

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