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Chapter 2

Calum’s POV

Beautiful. That’s the first word that comes to my mind when I look at her. Well, other than mine and perfection and delightful and amazing and cool and sexy…

“…You see, kids, geometry isn’t just geometry. It incorporates many ideas from algebra and…”

I remember to jot down a few words of today’s lecture from Mrs. Becker, only glancing away from her for a moment.

Her. She is so awesome. The way her nose turns up the slightest bit at it’s end, the way her upper lip rests on the middle of the front of her perfect teeth when she talks so expressively, and the way her eyelashes curl upwards towards the curve of her brows like flowers to the sun, away from her round eyes that shine bright like stars in the night sky is so amazing. I can barely fathom the fact that we’re together.

She is Ada.

Her long blonde hair swings as she turns away from a conversation with Nina to smile at me. I heave an inward contented sigh as my lips naturally turn up at the corners at the sight of her face. Ada tries to wink at me before she returns to talking to Nina and I chuckle.

Her big name is Adrianna Piccolo. Even though I like her last name because it reminds me of pickles, she hates it. So sometimes she calls herself Ada Hood, using my last name. I don’t mind at all.

I lean over to ask Michael about hanging out after school today, since we get out early.

“Hey, Mike, can you come over tonight? We’ll have two extra hours to play video games.” He seems to jump out of a state of deep thought when I speak to him and I laugh at his expression. “You can think all you want when I beat you for the seventeen-hundredth time.”

“No way, buddy. I'm winning this time. You’ll be face deep in negative points in twenty seconds,” he says, smirking.

“It seems that Mister Clifford and Mister Hood are giving their jaws a workout in class today. Are you two asking for detention?” Mrs. Becker asks us with a surprising amount of sass in her tone (for her age). She was probably breast-fed by pterodactyls.

I roll my eyes and copy whatever is on the board onto my paper as several kids snicker at Mrs. Becker’s word choice. Mikey nods at me discreetly in the edge of my vision.

After about ten minutes of writing and boredom, the bell rings, signaling the end of the class period. I immediately reach over to hoist Ada’s bag and my own onto my shoulders, ready to walk to lunch.

Author’s Note:

I hate bragging, but I am very proud of my "breast-fed by pterodactyls". Cal and Ada are cute. :) That is all.