"Hello new girl."
I can't believe it. Seriously!?
I look at the ceiling in disbelief, wishing for god to appear before me.
He probably sat around the front of the class since I didn't notice we had the same class yesterday. I notice some girls a couple seats in front of me whisper and look towards him. They send him a flashy smile.
I look back at him.
He looks at them with a smirk and winks at them. They turn red and giggle, turning back around to see the board.
Gross.
I put my hand over my mouth to suppress the laughter I'm holding in. Is he serious!? That wink really just made them look like the tomato off of veggie tales? Not to mention how thirsty they are for him.
Not only is this guy friends with Derik, but he's a player as well.
I wonder how many girls he's slept with.
"Find something funny?" The guy asks, staring at me with his brows furrowed. I clear my throat and keep my face straight when I put my hand down.
"That's none of your business, playboy. Pay attention to the board," I say low enough for only him to hear.
"Playboy?" he repeats, lifting his eyebrow up.
I keep looking straight at the smart board, trying to keep up with the teacher, "Yes, playboy. It suits you well. I can tell you like sleep with a new girl every week and forget her name by the next day." I look back at him.
He gives me a slight smirk and he stretches his legs out, putting his hands behind his head, "Since we're assuming things here, I can tell you're the type of girl who likes the attention, all eyes on you. You probably go around and get men drunk at parties to later on steal all their shit."
I give him a look of disbelief.
"You really think I confronted Derik yesterday because I wanted people to see me do it?" I ask, getting more and more aggravated.
He shrugs, "I wouldn't be surprised."
"So standing up for myself makes me an attention whore?"
"If you put it that way—"
"Ms. Sky and Mr. Dean, are we interrupting something?"
Both me and the guy sitting next to me turn to face the teacher looking at us all the way from the front of the class. Students in front of us are staring at our direction.
This is so embarrassing.
I finally know his name though.
"Sorry Mrs. Crawford, I was helping Sky with the math problem because she didn't understand a part you explained," Dean jumps in, saving us from trouble. I let go a breath of air I was holding in.
I back up Dean's response, "Yea, sorry Mrs. Crawford. I didn't want to stop and interrupt you while you were explaining the process."
The teacher takes off her glasses, "I see. Well since Dean explained it to you, would you please come up to the front and explain to the class how you solved it?"
Oh great.
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After I explain it to the class I go sit back down at my seat.
