The Outcast

Chapter Three

The first class passes within what it feels like only a few minutes. Carla guides me to my next class and shows me we're the next class which we have together is.

I enter the room books in hand and look around, so far no Wyatt phew. I take a seat.

Than I see him......Wyatt McCoy walks in the room he looks around and he sees me...he smirks and starts walking over.

"Oh no....no, no, no."

He plops in the chair next to me, "Howdy Cowgirl." He smiles

"Hi Wyatt.." I looks away from him crossing my arms.

"Looks like we have the same class together."

"Yeah.." Turn my head away from him.

"Hey whats going on with you? I thought you liked me.."

"Well apparently I can't do that cuz your little girlfriend Sabrina won't let me talk to you or even look at you."

"Woah, woah." He laughs then goes serious, "She's not my girlfriend."

"Okay, but that still doesn't solve the problem of her not wanting me near you and making sure I'm not."

"No I will not let that happen. You are going to go get a drink AND dinner with me after school. Just me and you, no one else."

"But-"

"No buts it's happening and you said you would take a rain check the first day and now is the time to pay for it."

I sigh, "Fine..you can take me out tonight then..."

"Yes!"  The last bell rings and class starts

"No. No. Andrew, Blake you are not going to sit with each other I'm not dealing with that this year. Move." The male teacher tells the two men they chuckle and spread apart.

I giggle imagining what kind of trouble those two are to him.

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Through the lecture I write down notes and I keep seeing Wyatt look at me in the corner of my eye, he looks at me for a couple of seconds then looks away. I fiddle with the locket necklace my grandma gave me nervously.

"Can ya stop look'n at me!" I shout in a whisper, he looks at me smirking. "It looks like your going to ask me something and it's makin' me nervous.." His smirk grows and he looks back down at his paper bouncing his leg.

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Class is ended and everyone is piling out the room and we slowly follow.

"So what class do ya have next?" He asks

"Taronga Wildlife Conservation."

"No way me too! Can I see your time table?" I sigh and give him my time table, "Well lookie here...looks like we have the same classes from here on." He smiles closing his eyes handing me the paper.

I snatch it, "Let's hope Sabrina isn't in any of them.."

"Oh boy yeah I hope not....she's so annoying and such a snob about everything." He tells me exaggerating every detailed thing about her personality.