Shaking Things Up...

Shaking Things Up...Chapter Two

SHAKING THINGS UP...

CHAPTERTWO

(Picture of Prescott on sidebar)

You know the saying 'Saved By The Bell'? Yeah, well why isnt there one where the bell gets you out of doing something you actually want to do. I've been saved by the bell a lot of times, I just guess that God is in my favour or something but now that the bells gone, I kind of want to get to know this girl in front of me.

"I'm sorry, I got to go, cant be late, can I?" She laughs before running off. Sure you can, I think but of coarse, Idon'tsay that to her because she's already running down the halls trying to get to her first class. I hated that part of my old life, the life where I was a straight A student and the part of my life when I tried my hardest to please my parents. Sure, I got a pat on the back but the next day it was like I wasinvisible. If there was one word to call my old life, it would have to be 'Invisible', causethat'swhat I was,invisible. The teacher would call my name and everyone would be like 'who'? But now? The teacherdoesn'thave to call my name because he'll know perfectly well I'm there. Thats my plan,I'm gonna be known here but for all the right things. Not for being easy or a slut, but for being that bad girl who would never be seen dead in pink.

"Are you lost there, dear?" Someone asks from behind me. I turn around and see a small woman who looks a lot like a nun. She's wearing a long skirt that stops at heranklesand shows off her cotton stockings and has some kind of bonnet on her head. I estimate her around the age of 69 or something.

"Oh sorry, I was just off on my own little word there. I'm actually about to get myschedule if you don't mind." I tell her with a sweet smile.

"Oh, you must be Dee! We've got your information all lined up for you." She smiles thenwaddles over to the desk. And when I say waddle, Imeanwaddle because that skirt is way to tight at her ankles.

"So...Do you like the school?" She asks, while shuffling through papers and stuff.

"Yeah, it seems...nice." I saypathetically and curse myself when she looks up with a questioning look.

"It's just, Ihaven'tbeen here that long and have only met one person. I'm sure it'll get better." I say and she smiles.Save!!!

"Here you go, Dee." She says, handing me over papers.

"Thanks." I smile which is rewarded by a sweet grandma-ish wrinkly grin.

"Have a nice day, sweetheart." She shouts as I walk out of the room and into the corridor. It's really quiet in the halls and I meanreallyquiet. The last school I went to, we used to play hockey and stuff in the hallways during school hours. It's actually pretty fun. But this school seems socivilised and smart. Like if you look hard enough, you'd probably find cameras hidden all over the school. Which is probably the case.

I stop and look down at the laminated piece of paper and find that I'm in Bio first. Great. Looking, at the map I see that my class room is only around the corner so I take my time as I walk to it.

I open the door and walk in, taking one of the two free seats at back of the class.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" The teacher asks. I look up and see a really young and hot teacher who is about twenty one or twenty two. He's got these really dark eyes and hair and let me tell you, his body issmokin!!

"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours." I flirt with a wink.

"I believe I asked you first." He smirks. Oh, so this is the way he is.

"You really wanna play this game,eh? Because you reallyshouldn'tplay a game with someone who can play it better." Now its my turn to smirk.

"Can I talk to you outside please?" He asks and I smile sweetly, getting up.

"Or in a closet. Whatever works." I say as I'm at the front of the class. A few laughs erupt from a few guys in the class, while the girls gasp. He pulls me out of the class and spins around.

"Who do you think you are?" He growls and I smirk.

"Super man, bat man and the hulk all mixed together. Of coarse, take away the green bit." I smile sweetly.

"Detention!" He snaps and I smirk even more.

"What makes you think I'll actually go?" I ask and move closer to him. He takes a step back but he hits the wall.

"I'm only going if you'll be there." I whisper huskily in his ear.

"I don't do detention." He says. I bounce back and smile at him.

"Well, I guess I'm not going." I say cheerfully before bouncing back into the classroom and sitting back down in the seat.

The teacher comes back into the class about forty seconds later and stands at the top of the class.

"Okay class, today we are going to start on Genes.Gene expression is the first stage of a process that decodes what the DNA holds in a cell. It is the expression of a gene that gives rise to a protein..." I tune out then because I've already learned this stuff last year and dont really fancy learning it again. I'm about to slip in my ear phones when the door slams open and in comes the most gorgeous boyI'veever seen in my life.

His honey coloured hair flicks over his forehead in the most adorable way but that isnt what attracts me to him. It's his eyes, such amazing eyes that attracteverybody'sattention. Midnight blue. Such striking eyes that make everybody want to-

"I'm late, Sir." The boy says, cutting off my inner rant.

"Youdon'tsay." The teacher laughs. What's that all about? He gives me into trouble, the new girl, for being five minutes late but this guys is just aloud to walk inany time?

"Just take your seat, Prescott." The hot teacher says. Prescott's eyes flash to where I'm sitting and he strides up to me.

"You're sitting on my seat." He states.

"Am I?" I ask, turning to him fully. He does a full body check on me and seems to approve. Normally, I would hit any guy who looks at me like that but this guys is so sexy that I reallydon'tcare.

"Yes, yes you are but Idon'tmind, you can sit there and I'll sit next to you." He replies and sits down next to me.

"Can we continue?" The teacher asks and everybody's heads bob.

"Good." He mumbles before turning back to the board and writing again.

Prescott's knee bumps against mine and I turn to him, frustrated.

He passes me a note and I sigh but still open it.

What's your name? You new here?It reads. I take out my pen and write down,

My name is none of yourbusinessand yes, I am new here for your information. Now, can you stop staring at my boobs? I turn around and see him staring and hand the note to him. He reads it and laughs then writes something on it. He passes it to me.

Cant, they're so big!I laugh.

Perv... I send back before sticking my ear phones in and ignoring him completely.