Chapter Two

                                    

                                          
I made it to class with less then a minute to spare. 'That was lucky.' I said to myself. 
                          
I found Charlotte in the back and took a seat beside her. She saw my swollen forehead, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened. 
                          
"(y/n) ohmigod! What happened to you? I made it here and turned around but you weren't there! Who or what did this? Were you mugged? Were you bullied? Were-"
                          
"Settle down please!" The teacher yelled at us. He looked young with a light stubble, smart-looking glasses and brown hair. He was attractive for a teacher. 
                          
"My name is Mr. Dennis. I'm your literature teacher, and I expect the highest respect."
                          
"I'll tell you later" I mouthed to Charlotte without making a sound.
                          
She mouthed back an "Okay".
                          
~Time Skip to the Middle of Class~
                          
"Now turn to pa-"
                          
Mr. Dennis was interrupt by three guys slamming the door and stumbling, laughing into class.
                          
"Sean! David! Craig!"
                          
"'Sup DOUCHEBAG!" 
That man... he was the one who I ran into earlier... oh god.
                          
"Sean McLoughlin! I with not tolerate an outburst like that again! The three of you, take your seats." 
                          
"Aye! The name is 'Jack', Dennis!"
                          
"Whatever. Sit down or to the dean's office. Your choice."
                          
Sean, or 'Jack' noticed me and nudged his buddies to whisper to them. He pointed at me and they chuckled. 
                          
"This seat taken?" He stared at me.
                          
"Uh-"
                          
"Whatever. I'm sitting here anyways."
                          
He sat with his friends next to me.
                          
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A few minutes later he tucked a note under my butt. I shot a dirty look at him. He just giggled at pointed at the note. 
                          
I opened it.
                          
"I didn't catch your name earlier, Little Lotte." was written sloppily on the crumpled up, lined paper.
                          
I checked to see if Mr. Dennis was looking and wrote "It's (y/n)... but Charlotte (the girl next to me) calls me Candy now." I threw the note back.
                          
He didn't bother to check if Dennis was watching and wrote. Then tucked it under me again. I stared at him again but he acted like he was paying attention to the lecture, so I grabbed the note. 
                          
"So that's her name. Craig, the one with glasses and brown/ginger-ish hair has been checkin' her out haha."
                          
I looked at the guy described as 'Craig' and sure enough, he was staring at Charlotte. I looked down at the note and continued to read.
                          
"Didn't expect to see you in this class. This is my third year in it. I keep flunkin' because I find I wanna do music more than this shit. That's why Daithi, Craig and I started a band called 'Septic Infection'. But Dad keeps paying for these classes anyway. And if you didn't catch it when I was yellin' at the twat up there, my name is Jack."
                          
Hmm... Jack.... I liked Sean better.
                          
So I wrote back, "But didn't Dennis call you Sean?" And I tossed the note back to him.
                          
As he read it, a frown crept along his face. He turned to me, gritting his teeth.
                          
"Don't ever, EVER fucking call me that." He spoke only loud enough for me to hear.
                          
What was his problem?
                          
"Class dismissed. Homework on the board is due tomorrow. No slacking." Mr. Dennis stared at Jack, Daithi, and Craig.
                          
I started walking out with Charlotte.
                          
"I saw that red-haired dude talking to you (y/n). What did he say?" Charlotte asked, concerned.
                          
"He's the reason why I was late. I accidentally ran into him and hit my forehead in the process. He just told me not to call him Sean, to call him Jack. I don't know, I think he's kind of weird. He wrote his number on my arm." I rolled up my sleeve to show her. 
                          
"I think he likes you. But that Craig guy looked hot."
                          
"Charlie!" I playfully pushed her and we laughed. 
                          
I turned around with the feeling of being watched. "Speak of the devil..." I said.
                          
"What do you mean?" Charlotte turned around to see Craig running after us. 
                          
This should be interesting...