Mission I'm Possible

Chapter Five

The week following the letter was a blur, I paid no attention in any of my classes whatsoever. Everyone seemed so nice and tried to talk to me but my mind wasn't there with them. It was still glued to the letter. Lane? Who's last name is Lane? If I was going to find out I need to actually pay attention.

All of the sudden I hit a brick wall, and a bunch of books scattered around me. Dazed, I looked up. Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes were in my vision. He looked at me with recognition.

"Hey! Your that chic Daniel took home, huh?" He said.

"Um..you know?" I ask. Does everyone know everything I do.

"He took my car." He said while smiling causing me smile also.

"Sorry I bumped into you,"  I apologized and picked up a textbook.

"Don't sweat it, I wasn't paying attention either." He laughed dismissively and rubbed his neck. "I'm kinda stressing all my make-up tests I have. If I don't pass, I'll get kicked off the team..not good, dude, not good." He shook his head and looked at me, and this time I actually noticed the bags under his eyes.

"Listening to music before a test has always helped me." I suggested.

He smiled thankfully. "I'll try that, thanks." And he began to walk away.

Realization hit me. "Hey! Wait!"

He stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"

"Name?" I asked.

He walks up to me again. "Alexander Maxwell. But everyone just calls me Alex."

I smiled. "Well Alex, let me know how those tests go for you." And with that, I turn around and we both go to our separate ways to the classes we have.

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I enter my biology class, last class of the day so I couldn't have been any happier. I dragged myself to one of the middle desks where I was assigned and propped my notebook open to a new page and started to doodle aimlessly. In the back of my mind I can hear other students in the room talking but I'm just great at selective listening that tuning them out isn't a big problem.

"Alright, class." Miss Jones said loud enough to attract even my attention. "I have a project I would like to share with you so please take your seat and settle down." After a few minutes of shuffling and desks scraping the floor to get in order, Miss Jones calmly resumed talking with a huge smile on her face. Enthusiastic teachers. They were the best, if you want us to learn, might as well be excited for it, right? "Alright, I have a presentation that will explain everything."

After two minutes, the video was over and all it was about was anatomy, which in my opinion was the best thing to study. "You will make a presentation like this, only every single one of yours must be different in some kind of way. It is due in two or three weeks, we'll see." That couldn't be too bad right? Only a presentation like the one she showed us was quite complex and would be very time consuming.. "Oh! And I almost forgot you get partners. The person behind you gets to be your partner."

I look in front of me to see that that person already had a partner. So in turn, and looked behind me. The one and only Daniel was there. He looked as surprise as I did taken aback. He leaned forward and whispered, "How many times am I going to get hit?" He smirked and leaned back to his chair.

I glared at him and answered, "As many as it takes."

The look on his face was quite priceless.

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The bell had rung and everyone was trying to push themselves out the door to enjoy their beloved weekend. I, on the other hand, still,had boxes to unpack. "Sparks!" I heard over the ruckus as I opened my locker to get the rest of my stuff. I looked around but saw no one. Oh well, I probably imagined it anyways. "Sparks!" I heard again this time making me jump. Okay, this time I didn't imagined it. I closed the locker door and Lord behold, Daniel's face was right there. "Geez!" I said. "You're just begging to get hit, aren't you?" I pulled my bag over my shoulder, cocked an eyebrow, and crossed my arms.

He smirked and looked at the ground. "Actually," he said. "I need your number." Nonchalantly, I might add.

"Excuse me?" I asked, taken aback.

"Well we have a project together, and my grade in there isn't that great so I would love it if I-we could get a hundred on this project." He explained.

"Lucky you, I always get a good grade," I bragged. "But, in all seriousness, if you really are anxious to start it we could start it today after my school. I mean, if that works for you." I assured him. He just stared at me, weirdly.

"Wow, Sparks. You're nothing but business, huh?" He teased. What can I say? I love my grades.

"Shut up-" I realized something. "Hey, what is your last name?"

Daniel just laughed, "Lane," he gave me a crooked smile. "Daniel Lane." Being shocked was an understatement, I couldn't believe this was actually happening. My father wrote to me and said to ask for help from his family. What was so special about the Lane family anyways? With what would I need help with? It just didn't make sense. "Sparks? You okay?" He asked, concern masking his face.

I composed myself. "Yeah, Lane." I fake smiled. "And it's Claire."

"Well, Claire," he started. "If I'm going to wait for you, I still need your number." He smiled as he took out a pen and paper. I was still too shocked to argue so I just wrote it down and walked away to my vehicle.