Sincerely, Adam.

That's not what she thinks.

Bella sat at my table in the library with me and could not stop spitting papers at me. “Why won’t you talk?”

I smear off the wet pieces of paper off of my face. “Because we’re in study hall and I intend on studying. Now shut up and do your work.”

Another spit ball found its way to my cheek. “No, last time I checked a fashion designer didn’t need to study.”

“Okay, well a marine biologist does so shut up and stop with the spit balls.”

“It’s someone’s time of the month.”

“Stop it or so help me God I will smack that straw out of your hand and shove it up your ass.”

“Yep definitely your time of the month.”

Mr Andrews stalks over to our table. “I seriously think you should take Ms Brooks’ advice – minus the vulgarity – please Ms Hastings get yourself acquainted or you shall be spending your lunch time with me.”

I point my tongue at her as he leaves.

Bella bends over and whispers, “To be honest I wouldn’t mind having lunch with that hottie.”

I roll my eyes at her. I never got the hype about Mr Andrews, sure he was young and all but that was it for me. Girls at school including Bella and Lauren swoon at the sight of him. Yuck.

…light that are transmitted so far below the surface.  Also, organisms that live in the “intertidal zone,” the area-

”Psst.”

Don’t pay attention. Don’t pay attention.

“Psst.”

I folded my books together, closed my laptop and slung my bag on. I walked off to another empty table in the library ignoring Bella’s attempt to converse with me.

 I opened my books again and began to read.

…that is covered by water at high tide but exposed to the air at low tide; alter their behaviour and physiology in response to the movements of tides.

“Mr Preston, how wonderful of you to finally join us.” Mr Andrews exclaims sarcastically, “Take a seat and see me after class.”

I looked up just in time to see Alex plot down next to me.

“Hey.” He offers me a smile and I reciprocate.

He glances at my books and quickly scans the room. “Are you actually studying?” he whispers.

“Yeah, why is it hard for people to comprehend that I am.”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, you just don’t strike me as a person who would actually study.” He pulls out his laptop and water bottle.

“Why?”

“Pardon?”

“Why don’t I seem like the type to study?”

“Because you seem…” He trails off as he concentrates on his laptop, “like you have everything you need and that you don’t need to work for anything.”

Should I be insulted? “Well, I’ll leave that personality type with my brothers.”

“Seriously? You talk to him and not me? What spit balls is he using?” Bella whispers loudly across the room.

“Ms Hastings your pathetic attempt to whisper has landed you a great detention. Also on the bonus side, you get to sit next to me for the remaining time of our lovely lesson.” Mr Andrews really has a thing with sarcastic comments and all.