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chapter 3, you underestimate me princess

A/N

hey guys! guess what! you guessed it!

*unedited.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home?" the nurse asked for the third time since she wiped up the blood on my face and gave me some wipes to clean the blood off of my gym clothes. its a good thing I still have my normal clothes to change into, so it doesn't look like I was in a murder scene.. "I'm fine" I said for the third time, annoyed making sure to add a reassuring smile so I don't seem like a bitch. "Thanks. Besides it turned out to be nothing, and I have spare clothes in my locker" I explained.

Also I have bio second period, and for some strange reason Mr. Lee, the science professor, just doesn't like me. So missing his class was not an option.

But I didn't say that to the nurse.

I'm serious! Ever since the first day I walked into the lab and blew up that weird mixture of chemicals and shit he had us mix, he never looked at me the same! you sound like a freaking drama queen crying over the only guy in school who doesn't want to sleep with her... no I do not! OK.. maybe a little. but eeew!! Mr Lee is literally like 50. I'm just not into him that "OK, so I guess you should go to class then, would you like a note saying you were injured?" the nurse so rudely interrupted my mental conversation with myself.

"Sure"

It's not like it would make a difference to Mr Lee anyway. I mean seriously, a girl blows up the lab accidentally, has the school evacuated once, and now she's 'the one who shall not be named' I mean come on!

What's so bad about saying Voldemort anyway?! I think I'm getting side tracked.. is that even the right saying? I'm confusing myself...

Point is- it won't matter to Mr Lee if I show up 20 minutes early with all of the freaking homework done for the year, or if I come 5 minutes late with a bloody nose and a note from the nurse. He wouldn't give a shit. He hates me no matter what, but I guess a note won't hurt..

I ran to my locker and changed into my blue tank and jeans again. Happy I stopped smelling like rust, and looking like I've been murdered, I stepped into the lab only 15 minutes late. which is impressive considering I had to change and fix my hair a bit. apparently I met the hottest guy in school with not only a bloody nose and scary blood splattered gym outfit, but my hair happened to look like a birds nest too. Just peachy.

I walked into class and nobody even paid attention to me, so I took that as a plus, and ran over to an empty desk in the back of the room, making sure not to disturb Mr Lees boring lecture about... well.... whatever the hell I'm supposed to be learning as a 17 year old senior in high school.

As I'm thinking of what I should make for dinner tonight, the door of the classroom slams opened, and in walks Cole Reed. What?!

"Hello Mr Lee, my name is Cole Reed, and I just signed up for this class today."

Wait what? when he said that he was looking straight at me with a mocking look on his face. "Well Mr Reed, nice of you to join us so late in the semester" Mr Lee comented with his dull bored voice. "there are no seats available except for Ms Harpers seat, so I suppose you will have to sit next to her. All though I warn you it's likely she'll blows you up. However you'll have to make do, because I usually don't allow students to join this late."