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Chapter Three: It's a Whole New World

Chapter Three: It's a Whole New World

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 I walk out of the main office, having just checked in as "The New Student from New Hampshire."

I'm going to have to get used to this.

Inwardly sighing, I attempt to follow the Main-Desk-Lady's directions to where she said the auditorium was. 

What was it? Just take a right and then a left down the hall? It shouldn't have been too hard.

Well it was. 

Don't you dare fucking judge my lack of navigation skills. 

Five minutes later, I walk through the wooden double doors that finally lead into the auditorium, which I should have been in ten minutes ago. 

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Sneaking through the back while a man is drawling on about some shit that nobody seems to care about, I attempt to stand quietly and alone with nobody noticing I entered late.

I stand in front of the back row of chairs, pretending like I care what the walking dust bag has to say.

When I place my hand on my hip and heave out a bored sigh, I feel two warm somethings wrap around my waist.

It doesn't take me too long to recognize that they were hands. 

"Hey there Sunshine." A deep voice sounds right next to my ear, and I can feel this someone's hot breath fanning on my neck. 

Well technically it's not a 'someone' since I know exactly whom it is.

Lukas freaking Greggory. 

How do I know? Well first of all, he is the only person I know here, and I'm pretty sure rapists don't turn up at school auditoriums in this town. Second of all, who else calls me by the name of crapping Sunshine?

Deciding to play cool, I stay exactly where I am, with my hand on my hip, and let his hands stay where they are. "Are your hands enjoying themselves, Greggory?"

"Maybe they are, maybe they are not." His voice sounds deep and gravely in my ear. It was, to say the least... hot. 

I feel his head rest on my shoulder, and he wraps his arms entirely around my upper body, trapping me in his embrace. "Lukas, may I ask what you are doing?" My voice comes out a little louder than intended, and I receive weird stares from the students in the row farthest back in the auditorium. 

I feel a large hand cover my mouth and his lips near my ear. "Ssshh Sunshine, I'm trying to listen here. And I think you should too."

Rolling my eyes, I yank his firm hand away from my mouth and place it at his side; though he quickly moves it back around my waist.

"..... As young teenagers, you may not understand this complex concept quite to it's full extent this early on in your lifetime, but the overall statement would be that you are still creating that mountain of knowledge in you brain, and that it will only grow. Do not feel the urgent need to know more, even though you may feel it in your deepest desires to do so, because you do not want to overwhelm this mountain of knowledge. Being such an addition to the things you may have added to your mountain of knowledge, the new piles of knowledge were put there by the successors of our past.... " 

The old man at the podium on stage in front of the Freshman and Senior classes drones on about some fucking mountain of fucking knowledge. 

I. Do. Not. Crapping. Care.

And judging by my fellow humans in the room, -Now, this is other teachers, faculty, and adults as well- everyone else was with me.

I groan, leaning my head to rest on Lukas', attempting at some sort of comfortable position.