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1:45 p.m.

"Good afternoon! And welcome to the last class of the day!" Mr. Boudreaux declares in a sing-song tone. "Today will be an independent or partner study day. You can work on whatever assignments from whatever classes you'd like with whomever you'd like, but please keep your voices down. I have loads of papers I wasn't able to grade last night. Mrs. Boudreaux can be very persuasive, if you catch my drift." He says, earning a loud groan from the class. He continues with a small chuckle, "We'll pick up where we left off tomorrow. Let's get to work!" He finishes with a clap of the hands and sits at his desk and there's a shifting of chairs with people moving from their seats to meet with others in the class.

"That was quite the disgusting bit of information, wouldn't you agree?" Calum says while sitting down backwards in the chair in front of my desk.

"Yes, I would agree. Much more than I intended on learning today." I chuckled.

I pulled out my English notebook and opened the page where my assignment was still in the making.

"Woah, what are you doing?" Calum stops me from getting a pencil from my bag.

"English homework. I told you I needed to finish that assignment."

"Oh, come on. You're serious? An entire hour of being allowed to do just about whatever and you choose homework?"

"It's an important grade." I shrug. "I'm trying not to fail this class. My parents are coming home this weekend and so are report cards and I wanna make them proud."

"Kiss up."

"Shut up, Cal."

"Hey," he puts his hands up in surrender, "just an opinion...or fact. Could be taken any way, I suppose."

"Oh, fuck off."

"No, fuck me." He says sternly, like he meant it, surprising me a bit.

"Calum." I look at him seriously. "Stop."

"Well, I can't help it. You know I think you're hot. Besides," he looks at me with a smug, almost seductive look, leaning in closer, making my stomach turn upside down and my body temperature rise from his sudden change in behavior. "There's nothing stopping us. We can always -"

"Zia!" Mr. Boudreaux calls, cutting off Calum. "Come to my desk please. I need a favor!" I get up from my desk and walk towards the front of the classroom, but not before hitting Calum in the back of the head with my spiral.

"Hey, Zia. I need you to do me a favor. I'll let you skip the rest of class today if you're willing." He offers.

"Sure. What is it?" I accept, being the teachers pet that I am.

"I need you to take this folder to the front office and turn it in to principal Colleen and you'll also need to take a stack of papers to Ms. Dreandum and then come back to check in with me and you'll be on your way." He finishes, handing me the folders.

"Sounds good." I say, smiling in return. I walked back to my desk and started to put my things back in my bag.

"Where are you headed off to, Zit?" Calum says teasingly using a nickname he gave me in the 1st grade.

"I'm actually leaving early." I say, smiling in a sarcastically sweet way in his direction.

"What? You're leaving me? How could you?" He gasps melodramatically, bringing his hand to his chest.

"Oh, you'll be fine." I assure him slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"I thought you loved me?" He whines, grabbing my hand in his. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Calum. Really?"

"But, Z... I thought what we had was real." He says struggling to hide a smile and trying to stifle a laugh while he puts my hand over where his heart lies in his chest. "Can you feel my heart shattering? This is what you're doing to me."

"Goodbye, Calum." I say slipping out of his grip, looking over my shoulder with a playful grin as I walk away from him.

"Fucking tease." He says quiet enough so only I could hear, making me laugh.

Before I reached the door, Calum yelled out, purposely causing a scene being the class clown he is, making me stop in my tracks.

"But the crops! They will die with our love, Zia! I am nothing without-"

"Calum, get off the desk and shut up!" Mr. Boudreaux yells earning a roar of laughter from the class.

"But my crops!" Calum explains to Mr. Boudreaux.

"I don't care! Now sit down!"

I leave the classroom shaking my head, giggling at how ridiculously childish Calum can be sometimes. The teacher is so used to his behavior, he stopped punishing Calum for it because he kept running out of written reports to write him up with. I couldn't seem to get his smile out of my head, or the way he looked at me. I could almost feel his faint breath on my face again. That was the first time he's done anything like that to me and I think I liked it. My stomach was twisting in knots at the thought of him kissing me. I wonder how his lips would feel against mine. They look so soft and they're so full, I bet they would feel great on my neck...

I had to stop myself. Thinking of Calum like that always made me dizzy. I have got to control my daydreaming. It was getting out of hand how often I kept thinking of Luke and Calum lately and I'm honestly feeling really torn. Gosh, why can't I just have both of them without it being gross and weird? Walking into the front office, I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts raiding my mind so I could focus on not saying anything stupid to the receptionist.

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Okay, I'm sorry. I know this chapter seriously sucks and it was just getting too long and going nowhere so I just cut it off. Next chapter should be better. Once again, sorry for the shitty chapter. xx