Miranda’s POV
I was walking back towards my room with my head full of our ballet instructor’s voice.
“The spring show this year will be based upon Beauty and the Beast. The auditions will be held in exactly a month in the main theatre. everyone who wishes to be a part, I suggest they start practicing.” she had looked at me when she had said Beauty. It could be a coincidence , it could be divine intervention but it was my favourite piece and I had to be a Beauty. I had grown up watching and dancing to the movie and its tunes and I really couldn’t let anyone take away this perfect opportunity which was presented to me.
My head was bursting with dance steps, routines and worries but I tried to clear my head as I tried to focus on a bigger problem. My trig homework. I was really trying hard. Emphasis on trying. I hadn’t really reached very far in the past hour and my mind kept wandering off to a ballet filled direction.I gave a scream of frustration and threw my book across the bed. I faced away from the desk to see Cole watching me like I am a psychopath.
“What crawled up your ass and died?”
“Trig,” I spat out venomously.
“Geez I was just asking,’ he said raising his hands up in surrender and continued to mumble under his breath.
“Stop mumbling!” Whoa trig really got me furious.
“I was just saying that trig is a child’s play in front of french,” he said speaking slowly as if speaking to a toddler.
“If that’s what you think try doing this” and I unceremoniously flung my book in his direction.In return he threw his french book towards me, which to my irritation landed gracefully on my bed. Damn his baseball skills. I scoffed looking at the work in front of me and set to work.
“Done,” both of said simultaneously and looked at each other with astonishment. Well, that was fast, it barely took us fifteen minutes.Cole was staring at me with a devilish smirk on his face.
“ I’ve got an idea.”
“No absolutely not.”
“But you haven’t even heard what I am about to say.”
“I am pretty sure it is going to be moronic.”
“Is that even a word?”
“Of course it is!”
“You totally made it up.”
“No I didn’t”
“Yes you did.”
“I can’t do this. Just tell me what your idea is”
He smiled at me triumphantly and said, “ It is quite simple really. Since I can do trig better than you and you can manage french better than me, why don’t we help each other out?”
It was a pretty good idea actually. I simply answered in french, “Oui.”
My answer was rewarded with a blank look from Cole.
“Yes, It means yes in french.” [A/N:Sorry if you didn’t know that “Oui” means yes, because the place I live in practically everyone knows that]
“Why didn’t you just say so in the first place. No need to go all fresh crazy on me.”
Facepalm.
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I was zoning out while Anna was babbling on about her boyfriend Justin when BAM! this hot guy walks into the classroom. His presence silenced everyone. All the eyes were trained on him with full intensity and I wondered how he didn’t flinch under such scrutiny.Then he walked to the front of the class and wrote ‘Mr. Slater’ on the board. Oh shucks! that is why he didn’t flinch. All thoughts of him being hot just went down the drain.
“Hello class, I am Mr.Slater but you all can call me Logan. I am your new english teacher.”
At this point everyone’s jaw was hanging open. I think I heard a few girls grown about the fact that unfortunately Logan is a teacher and not some hot exchange student or they would have totally done him. Ok, gross and a BIG eye roll.
He had this crazy gleam in his eyes as if he was very excited to teach a bunch of bored teenagers. New teachers and their enthusiasm never lasts long.He asked us to introduce ourselves. No surprises there. Many of the girls tried to flirt , which was very disturbing. The guys as usual were uninterested. The class was uneventful. Mr. Slater ( I am going to resort to calling him that and not Logan) discussed the play a bit and cracked random jokes in the middle. Well his hotness was accompanied by a sense of humour thankfully.
The bell rang and everyone proceeded to leave the classroom when I saw a few bimbos stay behind and flock to Mr. Slater’s desk. I rolled my eyes in their direction when suddenly I made eye contact with Mr. Slater and he smirked at me. He obviously understood my reaction so I simply grinned at him before heading out.
I was sitting in the cafeteria with Rebecca, Anna, Justin and Lee ; stuffing my mouth with nachos. Out of nowhere Cole , Luke and Ben materialised in front of us and placed their food on our table. I narrowed my eyes in Cole’s direction. Just because we were helping each other out academically doesn’t mean I enjoyed his presence. He simply shrugged and gestured towards the twins, indicating that it was their decision. I nodded my head in acknowledgement and that was the end of any effort on my part to recognise his presence.I was pulled into a conversation by Ben. It was a bit crazy to be honest.
“Elsa’s power of the whole ice thing is way cooler than that of glowing hair.”
“Yeah, but Flynn Rider is hotter than freaking Kristof.”
“He is animated , He can’t be hot! Real people are hot. Like Scarlett Johansson is hot in avengers.”
“No way! Tom Hiddleston trumps her with his Loki performance anyway!”
“Iron Man 3 was an awful comic movie.”
“Dude, Green Lantern was the king of awful comic movies.”
“Stop eating my pizza!”
“You ate my nachos. This is payback.”
“Yeah, I had like one bite, while you had a whole slice.”
I waved his accusation off and continued eating the fries.Wait. I didn’t take fries for lunch. I slowly looked down to see whose fries I had been eating all this while………uh oh!
Cole just smirked at me and said “So some habits don’t change, do they?” I really did not know what to do next. I was contemplating whether to hide under the table or dump the water on his head, when thankfully I was saved from making a decision. The bell rang signalling the end of lunch and I fled with my flaming face.
[A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I am piled up with so much of work like college essays and stuff. Thanks for sticking around:) Cole's pic at the side ]

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