Ugh it's only Wednesday. I really hate school. I like my friends and some of my classes, but I hate waking up in the morning because I can't get to sleep until after midnight for some reason. But who actually likes waking up early? You have to be crazy. Unless you consider "early" 9am o'clock like me lol

Anyways chapter five (obviously)! haha :) Comment, vote, enjoy :D And you can message me ;)

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"Well this is an unfortunate turn of events. About the locker, I mean," I told Damian as we weaved in between the crowds of students. Luckily today, the bells for classes had been modified to be a few minutes longer so the freshmen didn't feel even more nervous about getting to class on time. I was very aware at the close proximity between Damian and myself.

"I think it might be fun," Damian commented with a small, perfect, smile. "I would like to know you more, you might prove to be very interesting. Already I can tell your cute, easy-going, funny... but most of all I want to figure out if you're trust-worthy."

I froze and my face felt a little hot. "Uh, well..."

"Why are you getting all red?" Damian asked and chuckled a little. I flushed completely in embarrassment.

"I have nothing to do with it!" I retorted looking down. "The school must have just messed up with distributing the lockers, we couldn't just be the only ones."

"But you were also almost hit by my brother in his car this morning," he added quietly with a trace of a smile. "Maybe it's fate..."

Before I could say or do anything more then make a grunt of disbelief, we had made it to the art room. Damian opened the door and gestured for me to go first. Frowning, I entered and people turned to stare at me. Damian entered after me and shut the door.

I noticed that the class was made up of a few different grades, there were seniors and freshman with our junior class, but I didn't see any sophomores. A few people started whispering and a couple girls giggled. I felt Damian tense beside me and I stared at the people staring at us. I blinked at them as they all moved their eyes onto my face. Then I realized what they could be muttering about.

"I-I'm showing him around," I made up instantly so no rumors about Damian and myself would start.

A few girls gave me apprehensive looks, but others nodded while shrugging it off. At least it had worked. As soon as I thought that, the whispering started up almost as quick as it had stopped. I sighed and sat at one of the tables and rubbed my head. How could one person cause so much commotion? Perhaps it was, just as I had hoped for the other day, someone who wasn't as ordinary as everyone else who commuted to this school finally showed their face.

"What's got them all rallied up?" Damian muttered as he sat down at my table and a few girls smiled at him then giggled.

"I would guess because you are 'quote', 'unquote', 'hot'," I replied without thinking because a few of the girls, who I can't quite say I was friends with, (and in all honesty I disliked very much) were giving me dirty looks. Not that I really cared.

"Am I?" Damian asked raising his eyebrows.

It took me a few seconds to realize what I said. "That's not, I mean I don't... well maybe..." I stumbled over the words until Damian chuckled again. But, I guessed that could be another reason why all the girls were acting the way they were.

"What was that?" he asked smirking.

"You are most definitely not hot," I replied firmly. "You're a moody jerk."

"Am not." He almost sounded hurt. "I..." He paused for a second, apparently hesitating. "I don't like that math teacher." Ah.

"Mr. Black? Why? What's wrong with him? Do you know him? Did he do something to you? Oh my! A child moles-"

"No!" Damian cried, looking repulsed. "Stop guessing!"

I shrugged while smiling. "Why won't you tell me?"

"Interrogative aren't we?" he inquired with a sly smile, apparently over his repulsion.

"I just wanted to know," I muttered under my breath. A suave laugh met my ears and I looked up at Damian. He was grinning.

"How much do you want to know about someone you just met?" he mused. His eyes scrutinized me.

"I..." I didn't have an answer to that. I was vaguely aware of people around us who were trying to listen in. "You're the one making me interested."

"Well," Damian contemplated shrugging, "maybe I'll tell you one day."

"I never said I wanted to be friends with a jerk," I replied stubbornly. To be honest, I already thought of him as a friend.

"I am not," Damian replied with the corner of his lips turned down a little. I was momentarily distracted by the action. Even his frown looked perfect.

"Yeah, you are," I enlightened him when I gained my composure again.

"How can you come to that? I've pointed it out, 'I've just met you'. Which means that you shouldn't have already decided that I am a jerk. I haven't been mean once, save this morning."

"I can come to that," I argued, ignoring his other comment. "I've just met you... but it also feels like-"

"You've known me for much longer?" Damian guessed.

"How-"

"I feel the same way," he muttered in puzzlement. Our gazes locked when I looked up to meet his eyes. I wanted to say something, but before I could say anything someone wrapped an arm around my shoulder and covered my eyes.

"Guess who?" came a familiar voice. Dustin.

"Mom?" I guessed jokingly as he let me go. I looked up and he grinned.

"How'd you know?"

"Oh you know," I responded shrugging. "My psychic intuition."

Dustin laughed and took a seat on the other side of me and looked around the classroom. He did a double take when he passed over Damian. I raised my eyebrows when Dustin examined Damian with a scrunched up face.

"What?" Damian asked, giving Dustin a sidelong glance when he had noticed that Dustin was staring at him.

"You..." Dustin started while narrowing his eyes and Damian turned to face him with a bored expression. Dustin un-narrowed his eyes after a few seconds and, still not taking his eyes off of Damian, shrugged. "Never mind."

There was an awkward silence between the three of us as Dustin and Damian continued to stare at each other. I noticed that everyone was staring at them. I wished I wasn't sitting with them because of all the attention they were drawing, but I didn't have any choice. All the other tables were full. I looked over to the teacher who noticed I was looking at her. She gave me an irritated look.

"Guys, I think the teacher would like to began class," I told Dustin and Damian for the now very irritated Ms. Casey.

"Sure thing," Dustin replied breaking the staring contest and grinning at the teacher. "Art is my favorite subject, Ms. Casey!"

The teacher sighed before starting right into the project we would be working on for the first week. Art was one of those classes that the whole class was just making things, instead of lectures and note taking. Therefore, it was one of my favorite classes.

"Basically you will be using these," Ms. Casey indicated and held up a pair of sharp looking knife objects, "and I want you all to be careful. Though even with me warning you, it probably won't help anything because half the class ends up slicing open something." She rolled her eyes as the class chuckled.

"That's me," I sighed glumly while looking at the pointed knife. It shined maliciously.

"Anyways, you will be cutting out designs on white paper and then, you will put them on a black background to contrast the colors," Ms. Casey continued, holding up the colored paper and waving it around.

"Sounds fun," Damian muttered sounding mildly amused. I thought it might be sarcasm but couldn't really tell.

"Get to it!" Ms. Casey directed clapping her hands as the class stood up to get materials.

Class went by fairly quickly. Luckily, no one had cut his or herself with a knife, but that might have been because no one had gotten that far on the project. Every now and then Dustin would stare at Damian with a funny expression. At one point a few girls from class called me over to their table because they wanted to be introduced to Damian. I tried my best to get Damian to go over to them but he gave me a cold look and refused. The girls seemed rather put out and kept quiet for the rest of class.

A few minutes before the end of class, I packed up my squares into a folder that I, along with the rest of the class, had been given. Because I worked diligently, unlike Dustin, I had finished two of my squares while he had finished making only a rough draft for his first. I grinned while I pointed this out.

"You're just a fast worker," he complained stuffing his squares moodily into his folder. I heard a ripping sound and he cursed.

"True, I am a fast worker," I agreed with him. The truth was that it was just a very easy project. I glanced at Damian's work place and saw that he had finished all his squares. When and how had he done that?

"Very good! You finished them all, may I see?" asked Ms. Casey from right behind me, making me jump. Damian just smiled up at her.

"Sure," he handed her the squares and she examined them.

"These are wonderful," she mused looking at every one slowly. "My, my. Excellent. Would you mind terribly if I used these as examples for the other class?"

"Not at all," Damian replied in his velvet voice. "Go right ahead."

Ms. Casey smiled and left our table with Damian's squares. Dustin stared at him with his jaw hanging.

"What?" Damian asked shooting Dustin a questioning look.

"How did you make those so fast?" Dustin asked gesturing towards Ms. Casey, who was now tacking Damian's squares on a tack board.

Instead of answering Damian shrugged and proceeded to put away his stuff. Dustin glared at him. "You know, when people ask you a question, you should answer."

"But I chose not too." Damian smiled slyly, hiking his bag over his shoulder.

I decided to ignore the two as I picked up my scraps and threw them in the recycling. I glanced at the clock. There was still five minutes of class left. I went back to my seat and noticed that someone had taken my folder. I glared at Dustin who gave me a confused look. I then looked under my desk, puzzled. Where'd it go? After a few seconds I turned to the folder shelf, where Damian was stacking his own and mine onto the rack.

"Oh... um, thank you," I said to him when he returned to the table.

"No problem," he responded offhandedly, he then turned to look at Dustin. "I had the extra time."

Dustin looked up and scowled at Damian before snatching up his folder and storming off to the rack, scaring a few of the ninth graders who were around there. They hastily put their folders away before rushing off to their seats and giggling nervously. I sighed, was I like that in ninth grade? I hoped I hadn't been.

"Damian," I started and he turned to look at me. "Do you er... know Dustin?"

"Hmm," Damian hesitated with his mysterious smile. "Sort of... but not really."

"Huh," I replied frowning slightly. That explained a lot. Not. Why couldn't he just give me a clear answer?

"It is fun though," Damian nodded. "You know, to make him angry," he added when he saw the confused look on my face.

"Not for me..." I muttered solemnly. "I'll probably hear about it later."

"Why's that?"

"He's my neighbor," I told him. "And my best friend," I added as an after thought.

"Neighbor?" Damian asked. "And your best friend?"

"Since he moved here," I replied walking to the trash with my bag to throw away the last bit of scrap, which had appeared where my folder had been moments before. From the bin I watched Dustin go back to our table still irritated. He stopped in front of Damian and opened his mouth.

"Oi," he started but was cut off by the bell. All the students rose out of their seats and swarmed towards the door, then out it. I, at that exact time, happened to be standing completely in their way and was pushed out the door by the enormous crowd. Someone stepped on my foot too. Instead of waiting for Dustin, I decided to go to my locker before Damian showed up and claimed it as "our locker".

Unfortunately, because the hall was crowded with the lost seventh graders again, it took me a very long time to get to my locker where Damian was already putting his art binder away. He looked up at me when I stopped beside it.

"How did you get through all those people so quick?" I asked and he shrugged.

"They kind of just move out of the way."

No they don't, I thought grimacing but didn't say so he couldn't argue with me about it. He moved over and gestured to the locker. "It's all yours."

I dropped off a few papers, scattering them on the floor of the locker. Some of them fell out onto the hallway floor. Before I could reach them Damian swooped down and scooped them up. He made a face as he put them on the top shelf.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," he muttered with a disapproving look. "I don't want my locker littered with papers the first day of school."

"Well I'm sorry," I apologized, emphasizing the 'sorry'. "But most people don't use other people's lockers while saying it's their own."

He sighed and I shut the locker.

"Ready?" he asked, turning in the direction of his next class.

"Luckily," I told him while I turned the opposite way, "you're not in my next class."

"I'm not?" he asked with a puzzled expression. He pulled out his schedule. "You have English, right?"

"Right," I replied.

"This period, right?"

"Right."

"Honors?"

"Wrong," I told him before walking off towards my next class without looking back. I was excited for two reasons. First because I managed to walk away from Damian the way I did, and second being that my English teacher, who I had had the past two years, was once again my teacher. She was strict, but a really fun teacher. I always had a good grade in that class, though I wish I could have said the same for science...

My concentration was broken when I felt someone crash into my right side, sending me into the lockers. I winced as my head, which had smashed into the pavement earlier, collided with a locker. I glowered, looking up, expecting to see the person that crashed into me, but no one was there. The halls looked dangerously empty... which only meant one thing...

"Shoot," I muttered, hurrying off as the bell rang. I would have to curse my mysterious abuser later. I rushed towards the classroom and entered, apologizing immediately.

"Nice of you to join us," Ms. Cottrell smiled and gestured to an empty seat. "Because it's the first day, I won't reprimand you."

"Uh, thanks..." I said and scurried to my seat. Kim, my friend from math class, was sitting next to me and she smiled excitingly.

"I'm so glad you're in this class with me," she told me in a whisper. But I couldn't reply because Ms. Cottrell had started speaking.

"This year, we will have vocabulary all year," she paused because a better part of the class groaned, myself not included. Vocabulary was very simple. "And will also be reviewing for quite awhile. So basically, what I'm saying is we will be doing the same stuff we do every year," she finished shrugging. "You might learn something new."

Class, in my opinion, went rather slowly. Ms. Cottrell gave us outlines (like every other teacher) and wanted us to bring them home and get our parents or guardians signatures and return them by Friday. Then she distributed very heavy textbooks and, being quite the opposite, flimsy red vocabulary books. After she had our book numbers, she gave us the rest of the time to chat.

"So," Kim began a smile creeping on her face as she turned to me and the class began to talk excitedly. "How was your summer?"

"Okay..." I told her shrugging.

"Don't give me that!" she cried and I looked at her confused.

"What?"

"Damian! You can't pretend you don't know him outside of school!"

"Oh," I said with realization, "Yeah, I do. Kind of... he's my new neighbor."

"Neighbor?" She questioned. I could see the confusion in her eyes.

"Yeah, someone moved into the creepy house next door."

"No way!" Kim gasped in disbelief. She knew how creepy that house looked. Everyone knew about that creepy house.

"That was my reaction."

"I guess the house doesn't matter." She was grinning again. "But the neighbor who's in it."

I stared at her, waiting for her to continue. "And?"

"Isn't it fun having him as a neighbor?

"Um... I guess," I replied shrugging. I couldn't say for sure since it had only been about four days. But I decided to let her figure that out, if she ever did, by herself. "Why are you interested?"

"Hey," she replied. "Damian is a good looking guy."

"Girls..." I muttered as the bell rang.

Kim laughed as both of us collected our things and headed out into the hall. I turned right.

"I'm going this way." Kim waved as she started walking off in the other direction. I waved to her and headed towards my locker to drop off my books. It was a hassle to lug them around everywhere. Not to mention the texts weighed about a dozen pounds each.

I yawned as I dialed the combo and lifted the lock. I dropped my textbook down to the bottom of the locker, and it landed with a rather loud thunk, spilling the sheets of paper we had received onto the locker floor. I tossed the vocabulary book into my backpack.

"Could you please," a resigned voice sighed from behind me, "at least try to keep the locker semi-organized?"

I turned to see Damian giving me an exasperated look.

"It's only the first day of school! How," he growled looking at all the papers at the bottom, "the hell did you get all those papers!"

I shrugged. "Maybe from my classes..."

"Haha... Man, I'd hate to see what your room looks like..." he muttered and attempted to clean out the locker. He ended up just shoving most of it into my arms then shutting the door. "Put all that in your back pack. Or side bag, or whatever you have."

"It's a side bag," I growled shoving all the papers in it. "You can't run my locker!"

"It's not your locker."

"It's not yours!"

"It's ours."

"No! It's mine!" I stated stubbornly and he threw up his arms. I nodded my head once in victory. "That's what I thought."

"You don't want to know what I'm thinking right now." I stared at him with my eyes narrowed. What was he implying?

"You two sound happy," a voice chirped from behind me.

"Callie," Damian looked up with a forced grin, "how about you share a locker with this slob!"

"I am not a slob!" I protested. They ignored me.

"No thank you," Callie replied smiling. "I like having my own, clean, neat locker."

"I'm going to Spanish," I stated in vexation. I hiked up the shoulder strap on my shoulder before setting off towards the classroom.

"Ooh, ooh! Me too! Wait up, wait up!" Callie cried after me, slamming her locker and rushing after me. Damian followed suit.

"Tomas espanol tambien?" I asked her, surprised.

"What?" she asked me. She smiled and I forced back a grin while Damian chuckled.

"She said, 'You take Spanish too?'" Damian informed her.

"Oh! Um... Si! Yo...er... Tamago?" she asked, rather then said, hesitantly.

"Um, no. I don't..." I started, trying not to laugh.

"It's her first year," Damian informed me. I blinked, surprised.

"But this is the third year class," I told him. "You know, for people who have already had two years of Spanish."

"Yeah. I know." Damian nodded with a hint of a smile on his face. "She wanted to be in the same class as me."

"So you're in your third year of Spanish?" I asked astonished.

"No," he responded with a perfect smile. "It's my fifth. Except... I would have only had four years since this year I'm repeating my third."

"Then how-" I started to as but Damian cut me off.

"I told you, Callie wanted to be in the same class as me. So, when we took our tests to see where are academic levels are, I switched Callie's and my tests. And since they wouldn't let me...well her be in a fourth year class she was put in the third year."

I opened my mouth to interrupt as I dodged someone flying by. I glared after them as Damian continued.

"And so, if you hadn't guessed. I was stuck with Callie's... how should I put it? Unique test."

Callie looked up and smiled at that. "I got five percent of the questions right!"

"Wow. That's, um, quite the score," I said trying not to laugh again.

"Anyways," Damian continued smirking, "they let me retake 'my' test and I did just good enough to make it into the third year." Damian stopped just outside the classroom.

"That was a, um, very interesting story," I told him.

I wondered if it was even possible to switch those tests without being caught. I think Damian guessed my thoughts because he shook his head while smirking. He opened the door and gestured Callie and I inside.