Really? Me?

Chapter 2

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I look up and I see someone I never thought I would run into:

Oh my god, I had to run into you the queen of the sluts...

"What?!?!?! Who are you calling a slut, bitch?!?"

Did I really just say that out loud...?

"Yeah you sure fucking did!!"

Curse you part of my brain that doesn't control me speaking my mind...

You see the person I ran into is Taylor Williams: the slut, gossip queen, and most popular person in school. And since her boobs are 100% plastic, she didn't even feel me being knocked to the ground.

I hear a soft chuckle and glance to the side to see the sex god himself, Alec Knight, laughing...AT ME!!

I feel heat rushing up my neck and onto my checks and I know that I'm blushing...bad.

I push myself off the floor only to be my wonder graceful self and slip back down to the floor, but before I reach the floor, two pair of soft, strong hands reach and grab my waist. Then I look up into those gorgeous milk chocolate brown eyes and I feel like I'm melting.

Must. Not. Swoon.

Once I'm on my own two feet, I mumble a thanks and rush inside the classroom.

Yay life!!!

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After my little swoons fest in the hall, I stuck to edge of the hallway beside the lockers and walls.

I'm really just want to get through the day. Right before fourth period ends, a teacher tells me to stay after class. Having the most immature people in that class I get a lot of:

'Ooooooo nerd going badass!'

'The gigi not so innocent, now is she!!'

After the bell rings I walk up to the front of the classroom to the teacher, Mr. Matthews.

"Umm, Mr. Matthews is there something wrong?" I ask. This would be the first time I have ever gotten in trouble.

"No, Claire there isn't. There is a student who is not doing so well in neither of my classes. Do you think that you could tutor him? I believe that he could get all the help he can get."

"Uh sure. Yeah I'll do it."

"Great he can meet you after school on the library."

"Ok, bye."

I'm use to teacher asking me to tutor students. But the one thing is that the student just slacks off and expects me to do their work for them.

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I walk into the library half expecting the person to not be here. I look around and don't find anyone.

I walk to the front of main desk and start my library assistant work. I pull my keys from my bag and unlock the swinging door that can be pushed from either sides.

There's a note by the computer with my name on it. It reads:

Claire, I had to run some errands and pick up some books. Please organize the check-out papers into their rightful places. I'll be back soon!

-Mrs. Palmers.

I sigh and open it folder that is stuffed with papers. I have to place each paper into different slots that is based on grade that, which sitting on top of our supplies cabinet.

It's a real pain because I have to take out the old stepping stool and gives me the feeling that I'm about to fall straight to the ground.

It takes me about forty five minutes to do half of the papers which are in stacks waiting to be placed in their slots.

I take out the stool and place it in front of the cabinet. I place one foot on the stool and I hear a bunch of creaks and cracks. I place another foot onto the stool and now I can reach the slots I place the 9th grade papers in their slots, then the 10th grade papers, now the 11th graders...

"Oh hello Claire! I see you are almost done with your job. Well I will lock up for you! Have a nice day!"

And that is how Mrs. Palmers works, always in quick motions. I didn't even get a word out before she escaped through the door.

And then he came in.

The boy I'm tutoring is Alec Knight.

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