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Part 7

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Sara's POV:

"Luka, let go of it, man!" Brandon chides his best friend. "It's really not that bad, sto overthinking!"

Agreed, I think, miserably biting into another piece of horrible tasting lettuce.

Salads Lenna, really? We just had to switch out our usual chocolate cake and ice cream for salads because of 'popularity'. My mouth is numb from the bland taste of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, cheese, kale, carrots, chicken and dressing.

Honestly, I was miserable.

Lenna was scared that the other, more 'popular' girls would 'come at us' if we didn't 'fit in'. Said girls wore tight, revealing clothes, ate salads, worked out a lot, and had only semi-decent grades. (No Lenna, even if you haven't suggested it, I won't be dropping my perfectly straight A average, thank you very much.)

We were also sitting with Luka and Brandon. The girls who usually rotated in sayd to sit with him sat elsewhere, 'respecting our privacy', though I knew they were stalking us, no matter what they said.

"Jackson's bloody annoying!" Luka hisses, his voice deepy and gravelly. It sent shivers down my spine, though he paid no attention to my slight shudder as he spoke.

I viciously stab at a piece of salad with my fork, and from beside me, Lenna glares. Her made up eyelids look threatening from the angle I was looking at her with, and instantly, I changed my demeanor. She smiles at my fixed behaviour.

I huff at her and continue listening to the conversation as she joins in.

"Don't pay any attention to them," Lenna suggests, carefully touching the tip of her fork into one piece of disgusting lettuce.

Dear god, please don't have Lenna make me eat like this forever, it's truly torturous.

"How can you not?" I ask, taking Luka's side, even though I really didn't care at all. "He's bothersome."

Lenna sighs and I imagine she's disappointed in me. Well actually, I didn't have to imagine, I knew she was.

Seriously Lenna?

"Just don't create drama, okay?" She asks. She pats a hand over my hand, and I finally see the Lenna I used to know under her facade.

Mental note, tell her to drop the attitude.

Luka and I share a sigh. I stop abruptly as I notice him sighing at the same time as me. My heart speeds up the slightest bit, not too much, but enough for me to take notice of it.

What the heck? What's that for?

"Luka, man," Brandon rolls his eyes, clearly on the same side as Lenna was. "Just forget he exists."

Luka looks like he's about to retort something, so I place a hand on his shoulder. He turns over to look at me. "Luka, please," I plead with him. His gaze softens.
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Luka's POV:

"Luka, please," She pleads. I stare into her twinkling eyes, mesmerized. "It's not worth the hassle," She adds, turning back to her friend Lenna.

"Alright, I will," I answer, not even aware that I had opened my mouth until she smiles at me.

"Good," She deadpans, giving me a hard time figuring out whether or not she actually cared.

Does she care about me? Who knows with this girl...

I continue to stare at her for a while, and I would have continued had it not been for Brandon patting me on the back roughly, jerking me from my thoughts and disrupting my precious stare-at-Sara time.

"Come on," Brandon points to the rolex on my wrist and I nod, understanding what he was saying.

"Bye Sara," I comment, standing up and dumping my trash in the trash bin.

She looks at me quizzically, not really understanding what I was doing.

"We still have ten minutes?" She (sort of) questions me. I shrug, not wanting to explain that in two minutes a bunch of my 'fans' came over here. If I was gone, they wouldn't bother.

"Got to get to class early," I lie, slowly and reluctantly backing away from her. She furrows a (perfectly sculpted) brow.

"O-kay," She agrees, turning back to her salad. She stabs a piece of lettuce fiercely and I laugh slightly.

"See you later, date," I tease her, watching interestedly as a small blush arises on her cheeks.

Got her, I smirk, the award winning smirk that caused girls to fall at my feet, all except Sara. I had yet to figure out what was different about her, but hopefully I would soon. She was a riddle and I loved mysteries.

Lenna leans over to whisper something in Sara's ear, and I can't help but wonder what they are talking about and what they are doing. Not Lenna so much as Sara...

I think I have a crush...Nah...yeah...possibly.

I slip through the door of classroom #2378, my advanced maths class. Brandon sits next to me and just gapes, opening and closing his mouth slowly. I know he's going to ask a question, so I cut him off.

"What's your question?" I exasperatedly ask him.

"You like Sara, right?" He asks as students begin to file in. I motion for him to hush and I lower my voice as I respond.

"She's intriguing, that's all I'll say," I tell him.

Brandon smirks as if he knows something. "I'll take your word for it."

I send him a slight glare, questioning him questioning my answer. "What is that supposed to mean?" I hiss.

"It just means I'll take your word for it, that's all," Brandon flips open his notebook as I do the same to mine.

I rack my brain for what he could possibly mean, but nothing comes to mind.

"And?" I ask. "If you only mean it that way then why are you saying it like you don't believe me?"

"No, just asking because she's pretty annoying," Brandon confirms. Rage bubbles up inside me, threatening to explode. But I can't do that, not while we were in a public setting, especially not in advanced maths.

"Not as annoying as your date!" I hiss, getting him back for insulting Sara. As weak as my insult was, it had been the only thing I could muster.

Brandon leans over and whispers as the teacher (finally) begins class. "Got you."