Chapter 2

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"Lance!" I yell at his sprinting form "I'm going to kill you!"
He turns and grins at me. I flip him off, which just makes him grin even bigger and I grab my bag out of the trunk of my jeep. I sigh, honestly he is an idiot... But a hot one. Lance is tall, about 6 feet, tan, and muscular. He has a handsome face, short light brown hair, eyes that twinkle like he was going to prank someone, and a mischievous smirk that girls and boys alike squealed over, including me. I look down at myself. I'm about 5.10, extremely pale, and semi muscular. I have semi long black hair that always got in my eyes so I have to pull it into a ponytail most of the time, dark eyes, and a semi attractive face that not nearly as many people squealed over. Yep, no way that Lance would like me. I mean, I totally don't like him or anything... Maybe.
Lance and I are always arguing and everything but people always ship us 'Oh Klance is soooo real, enemies make the cutest couples!'. Lance and I always deny it because honestly, we could never happen. We are complete opposites; he is dark, i am light, he is confident, i am nervous, and most of all he is straight while I am gay. Whoops sorry fans but Klance is not going to happen.
I walk into the main building and grab my schedule sighing. Great I have math first! Note the sarcasm. I follow the map and find my class. I sit down in one of the back seats and a tan form flops down into the seat beside me.
"Sup princess" grins Lance.
This is going to be a reallyyyyy long school year.

A/N
Hey guys!
I actually updated the next day! I'm actually really proud of myself even though this chapter is short and horrible.
Don't be afraid to comment or vote because I would like some words of advice because honestly I need it.
See ya next time (hopefully tomorrow),
The author (still the same person *gasp*)

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