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2. Spy on Jenna Double-Oh-Seven Style

"Ruth Rodriguez," Ms. Lawton looks directly at me, "come up to the board please." I shake my head 'no', my social anxiety getting the best of me, but Ms. Lawton isn't having it.

I stand up nervously, and walk up to the blackboard, looking at all my peers as they stare back at me. I swallow my saliva out of pure anxiety, because what if I get the question wrong? What if I make a stupid mistake? What if I take more than the reasonable amount of time answering the question? What if everyone laughs at me?

Logically, I know no one will laugh, and that I'm just making this up in my mind. But of course my brain can't be logical, so I can't help getting scared when it comes to any sort of interaction with other people.

Ms. Lawton hands me over the white chalk, and I take it quickly before she can notice that my hand is shaking slightly. I look up onto the problem, and it is an easy one, but I can't remember how to solve it. My brain is more scrambled than my breakfast eggs.

I tell the teacher that I can't solve it, but she keeps telling me she won't allow me to sit down unless I do. I've been staring at the problem for more than a minute, still not being able to remember what the limit of one over x as x approaches zero is. I'm about to tell Ms. Lawton that she's going to have to make me stand up for the rest of the period when the door suddenly slams open.

I turn to look at the disturbance, and my jaw drops. It's Alexander Blanchard, from The Bad Boy Next Door series, standing in the doorway. His right hand, extended, holding the door, as he steps in, in slow motion.

"Ruth Rodriguez," he asks, taking off his aviators. I don't know why he's asking for me, but is scary and intriguing at the same time. I hide behind his Lawton's podium, because I have no clue of what this bad boy wants. 

Every person in the room, including Ms. Lawton is looking at him. He starts walking to the front of the class, his Doc Martens making a loud noice with each step. "Well, is anyone going to tell me," his deep voice cuts through the silence like a saw through bone. He sounds irritated and angry, for some unknown reason, which just makes me more scared.

I see everyone pointing at me, thanks guys, and suddenly, I'm not invisible anymore, because everyone is looking at me. Alex walks over to me, crouching to my eye level, his leather jacket squeaking as he does.

He extends one of his hands out. "Come with me if you want to live," the words come out of his mouth effortlessly. I take his slightly calloused hand, with my small, shaky one.

"What the fuck," Jenna yells, "why her?" Her face contorts in disgust. She's about to say something else, when Alex tears his eyes away from mine and gives her a cold, vicious glare. That makes her shut up.

Alex pulls me up, and holds me up against him, takes the back of my head in his hand, and all of a sudden, his lips are on mine. And by some kind of magic, I kiss him back, and it's good. Which is weird, since I don't know how to kiss. I break the kiss suddenly remembering where I am. Everybody is looking at me, stunned. Yesterday, I was invisible to them, but today I'm not.

I smile, at Alex and he tells me it's time to leave. We're about to cross through the doorway when he turns to a very flushed Ms. Lawton and says, "by the way, the limit does not exist." He answers my question, and I'm about to thank him when...

BEEP
BEEP
BEEP

It's my alarm clock. I throw it at the ground, pissed that I didn't get to finish my dream. I try to go back to sleep, but it's useless, so I stand up, and head towards my bathroom.