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Chapter 5-

Chapter 5-

I stared at the clock in total frustration. Just when I needed time to go faster, it chooses not to.

Why does that usually happen anyways?

I was practically begging for the class bell to ring so I can run out that door without looking back.

It has been about four days that I tried to ignore Calvin in the best of my ability. Though I lost the bet, I decided it was best to pretend I wasn't ignoring him. It was easy on the weekend since I don't see him, but now it was impossible. He had been getting more and more persistence with the way he tried to get my attention. I swore, Calvin wasn't here just to make sure I kept my mouth shut, he was here to make me miserable, or annoy me to death.

I didn't know which.

I can feel him staring at me and I tried not to turn my head to the right and give him my middle finger. Calvin tapped my wrist with his pencil, and I glanced at him with annoyance. He held out a crumbled piece of paper in his hand, and I looked at it suspiciously as I watched Miss Rocco from the corner of my eye.

She was too busy writing on the board about eliminating parameter from functions to even notice anything going on between the students.

I am quietly debating to myself if I should take it or not. A side of me was curious about what he wrote on the paper, but another part of me wanted nothing to do with Calvin or his stupid note. I actually found it weird how our relationship made a complete one hundred and eighty turn in just a few days.

Was it good or bad?

I took in a deep breath and took the paper from him before I can change my mind about it. I slowly started to unfold it and read what it said:

"Staring at the clock won't make it move any faster, did you know that?"

My cheeks flamed up. He actually was looking at me all this time. I finally looked over at Calvin. He was staring at me, as if he expected something of a reaction out of me. I kept my face, deadpanned instead.

My light blue eyes clashed with his dull and tired steel eyes.

He had one of his elbows on the desk, using his hand to hold up his head. From his posture and face expression, I could tell he was trying very hard not to fall asleep.

I wondered if he wrote that just to entertain himself.

I only rolled my eyes at him and continued to listen to Miss Rocco when another note landed next to my pencil. Now I scowled as I take the note and slowly started to un-crumble it.

"Are you busy this coming Saturday?"

This time, I frowned and shot him a confused look.

Why did he want to know what I am doing? As if I am going to tell him. I didn't want to spend any day outside of school with him. He started to write something on top of his class notes. After he was done, he slowly tilted it until his notebook was facing me.

"I need help with something. Do you mind coming over Saturday for an hour or two? Promise I won't do anything to you."

I raised my eyebrow at his last statement.

How did he know I was thinking that?

Seeing my hesitation, he wrote something on another piece of paper and slide it over till it was in front of me.

"I'll throw away that thing. I'll give it to you to throw away personally."

I froze and looked him dead in the eyes. I wanted nothing more than for us to become strangers again. I hated having to be forced to be friendly to him, to have to be surveillance by him as if I was going to sing to the whole school what I saw that day. I continued to stare, trying to find out if he was lying. He was serious from the look on his face.