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Chapter 2 - The Age Game

***ANNA's POV***

'Who would've thought' I scoffed remembering the cutie talking to me. Speaking of which, I still wasn't able to catch his name.

Enough of that. I have my next class to worry about.

I reached into my pocket and took out a sheet of paper that had my schedule and where the said classes will be held.

'Building 4 rm 57' I read.

On my way to the building, I was looking around me to make out some familiar building marks to help me find my way next time (yes, the school is about as big as California itself). I went through the 10th grader's corridors and found them rather noisy and rowdy. There were boys. Lotsa boys. There were girls too, of course. But the girls looked so sweet and kind.

'Poor women. Having to go through so much trouble of being classmates with the noisiest students in the Campus.' I sighed.

Then as I walked further up the corridor, there was a boy leaning on the right side of their classroom's doorframe.

I eyed him intensely. It was just so difficult to look away. His features were so unique that you just had to stare at him just to take in the majestic goth-ness. Lol. The roots of his hair were black but the tips were a colour of blue in the middle and red at the very end (blue & red like the Philippine flag haha). His face and body were so poorly nourished that he looks like he's been on drugs his entire life. Although, he is handsome. I doubt he smokes 'cause his lips are a healthy pink. His eyes were a healthy and happy shade of green. He doesn't have eye bags or any dark circles underneath his eyes. His eyes were focused on a book his right hand was holding up. His clothes were decent -- well washed and ironed. Perhaps when people saw him, they couldn't make out whether or not he was a messed up youth or a well-behaved guy. I unconsciously stared at him that I didn't realize he was staring back at me. I froze. In place. I didn't know what to do. I felt like if I moved, I'd get jumped on and choked by this funky dude.

"Hi." He finally broke the ice.

"Hello," I said in a hurry "uh, Bye!" And I stormed off to the end of the hallway leading myself to a fork in the road. But not before I heard him mutter under his breath: 'funky huh?'

There was a sign saying: BUILDING 4 ROOMS 10-130

And I sighed in relief. I went to the building and found a familiar figure leaning on one of the entrance's pillars.

So far, everything leaning on anything does not sound good. I walked up anyway and found my charming challenger. I looked up to him, opening my mouth to ask him what his business here was. But he beat me to it.

"Took you long enough." He smiled.

"Nice to see you, too." I replied sarcastically. Now, My question. "What're you doing here?"

"Well, I started to do my research on your background and decided to start off with your school papers. A--" He began.

I cut him off.

"How did you do that? Is that even allowed?" I asked concerned.

"I have my ways. Now, where was I? Oh yes, and I happened to bump into your schedule. Well, a copy of it anyway. And to my surprise, we have the same classes." He smirked.

"Oh well, whatever. By the way, I didn't catch your name yet." I said pointing at him.

He chuckled. "Weren't you listening to my intro earlier? And after all the effort I gook to make it sound interesting for you." He smiled wriggling his eyebrows.

I shook my head.

"Well, you're not a really attentive listener considering you've had straight A's in all your other previous schools." He scoffed.

I didn't know whether I should take that as a compliment or an insult. And the feeling annoyed me.

The bell rang.

"Shall we?" he smiled gesturing all gentlemanly to the hallway leading up to the room we were both headed to.

I just shrugged and ignored him, and led myself to the room. I heard him chuckle from behind, but I was too annoyed to look back.

When I got to the room my eyes widened with surprise. The room setting was different. 

'This is the right room right?' I thought to myself checking the paper in my hands and the signs on the door frame that clearly wrote: 'Rm 57' 

"Yep, it's the right room." The challenger suddenly said.

All I did was give him a 'Like, what the hell bro I didn't even say anything' look.

"Wait, what?" I asked.

"Wait, what?" He asked back.

Wtf

The room looked like a science lab only without the tiled sink-tables. The tables and chairs were set for 2 students to sit beside each other. I sheepishly walked inside and found myself a seat at the back of the room. I hung my bag on a hook underneath the table. I glanced over the teacher's desk and was not really surprised, but felt different. The teacher looked normal but there was an aura glowing in his silhouette that made him come off cool, funny, and approachable. His hair was neatly fixed down with gel, probably. He wore a nice white long-sleeved polo with a solid purple tie around his colar. His polo was smartly tucked in his khaki pants.  

"Hey, Max." I heard from the door calling to the teacher as if he were a dog.

"I told you to call me 'sir' when in the school mister." The teacher just smiled.

It was him.

He shifted his gaze to where I was sitting, smiled, and then walked towards me. I sank under my desk covering my face hoping he didn't have 20-20 vision and would think it wasn't me.

My efforts wasted.

He sat beside me as if we were best buddies. And the thought made me flush as red as a tomato. I tried my best to put up a smile when I turned my face and looked at him, but I failed.

"he-he-heeey!" He greeted me.

"Hi." I lazily answered.

"Kyle," Max called out looking at our table. "The President wants to see you."

Wow. Amazing. He sure does get in trouble fast. Probably when he got a copy of my schedule. Anyway, did I just hear him call out the name 'Kyle'? So that's his name. Kyle. Guess I can stop calling him 'challenger' now. Sucks. Sounded so cool calling him 'challenger'.

"Oh, it’s alright, Max. I bumped into dad on my way here and he just gave me my lunch money." He replied with a grin.

Wait.

Did he just refer to the president as his Dad?

-- END OF CHAPTER 2 --

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