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Chapter 2; A Different Personality ✔✔(Wednesday)

I stood outside the doors of the campus at lunch where preppy teenagers in short skirts jumped up and down trying their hardest for their boobs to pop out of their two-sizes-too-small shirts and where boys tossed a ball around yelling and hurting each other, calling it a sport. Where teachers took off in their vehicles to buy fast foods and take a break from rowdy, noisy children and where the Shane beast sat per usual on his bench.

Taking a deep breath, I let the fact that Mrs Greene would "step in" if he didn't comply, comfort me. I didn't exactly know what that meant but it had to mean something good.

I made my way up to the familiar piece of wood I would be seeing for the last time, faking a cough so that Shane would notice me.

He glanced at me and smiled, patting the seat next to him. My jaw hung loosely ajar, my eyes widened to saucers as my hands dropped to the sides of me. This was not suppose to happen. But then if he complied I could easily get this over with. But this was a little suspicious. Why would this handsome, clearly angered person who hated me just yesterday welcome me with a smile that might I add could calm an angry bull surrounded by red?

"Come on over here. You're catching flies." He chuckled in his usual deep voice.

I closed my mouth quickly and nearly sprinted to the seat beside him.

"It's been a long time since I talked to someone new," He flashed a smile at me and I got a front-row view of his perfectly structured and lined set of teeth.

I wasn't focused on what he was saying, I was too distracted by his smile.

He had the most amazing smile ever. And he had a single dimple planted on his right cheek. His full lips pursed up to show the white beaming off of his teeth and his eyes holding the brightest light known to man. It was more of a boyish grin that complemented his dark brown hair and light eyes. He should REALLY smile more. It also led to the thought; why was this male model sitting on our campus? And not in Hollywood or any other place kissing a girl in a romantic comedy.

Then I caught myself. Why tf was he talking to me and being so kind suddenly and smiling that heavenly smile at me?

"You must be Mackenzie? "I nodded absentmindedly then blushed realising I was staring and pushed up my glasses.

"I'm-"

"Shane. I know." I interrupted taking my backpack off of my back.

"That's actually not my name." He stated.

"What do you mean? What's your name?" I asked. Everyone knew he was Shane Watson.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Ché. " He extended his hands to shake mine and I noticed that he had a gold ring on his right hand placed on ring finger. I spotted a fairly regular-sized blue stone that sat in the middle as I shook.

"Nice...um...to meet you?" I paused watching at Ché's bright face. "Um...not that I mind or anything. But...why...why are you...y'know...talking to me?" I tilted my head in a questioning manner. " Y'know after yesterday and all," I added.

"Why? Are you not worth talking to?" He looked like a kid who had gone to see Santa. Like everything was so new to him and he gazed over his surroundings like he had never seen it before and he wanted to soak it in. "Yesterday I was a jerk, today I'm not." He grinned as though he was in on a secret I was not.

"It's just kinda weird?" I hung my head cringing at every single encounter I had with him.

He took his finger and lifted my chin so I meet his gaze. His fingers were big and felt smooth.

"Wanna know a secret?" He asked, a handsome playful look planted on his face as he let go of mine.

"Sure," I mumbled quietly and curiously.