[4] Dr. Pepper And Chocolate Make The World Taste Good || No Competition || [4]

The bell rang and I cursed inwardly.
"So, I'll see ya around?" he asked me. I nodded and smiled. "Cool." he said and slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked off.
I watched him till he was out of my view. He turned around to look at me for a second and flashed a smile. Lucky me, I was still smiling.
"Oh my gah Sara! Why didn't you tell me you guys were dating?" Michelle gushed out. I creased my eyebrows and stared at her like she was crazy. "And to be dating Eric Davenport. He is the hottest guy EVER--"
"Wait." I said cutting her off. I felt the need to clean up whatever was going on in that little brain of hers. "Firstly, we're not dating. Secondly, what did that mean? Thirdly, he's not the hottest guy ever. Hottest guy at this school, yes." I finished with a nod.
At first she just sat there stunned. I rolled my eyes and gathered my shit together.
"Well good. I've had my eye on him for a few months now. So don't even think about messing that up." Now I was stunned.
"A minute ago you we're all OMG!" I said blinking and threw my arms up in the air to show the enthusiasm.
"It's called fake. And besides I don't really think your much competition." She said fixing her hair. I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Is that right?" I asked with poison. She nodded. "Okay, sense I'm no competition then you have nothing to worry about." I went to walk away, but she grabbed my arm.
"If you even think about it, I swear--"
"You'll what? Bitch and moan till you get your way?" I said with a smirk.
She laughed. What the eff?
"Tell you what Sara. If you get him before I do, I'll back off. But I get him, you'll back off. Deal?"
"Deal." What am I doing??
We both went our seperate ways. I noticed that it was just us outside now.
Grabbing me like that. I thought bitterly. Pst, like she could beat me. I'll show her. Then flaunt it in her face too. Play games like this. What is wrong with me? I don't do this to people, but on the other hand it's not like I don't like him. So, I'm just basically speeding things up. That reason seemed to sound good to me.
I walked in class and sighed.
Great! One seat left.
"Thompson," he said with a nod.
"Carter." I said in the same tone and got my books out of my bookbag.
"Alright class settle down. Today we will be going over all of yesterdays homework assignment first. So, lets get that out now. Next is to take the quiz--"
Oh, no! I forgot again. I thought as I got my homework out. Stupid teachers with they're stupid quizzes. I thought and slammed my notebook down.
"Easy Sara. I'm pretty sure it did nothing to you." he said in a mocking tone.
"Shove it Carter." he laughed.
I checked my homework as Mr. Sippson called out the answers. Mr. Carter over here filled the answers in as we went.
Gah, he was so lucky. He never did his homework, but the way Mr. Sippson just called them out before he took them up it gave him time to just drot down the answers.
Next came the quiz I think I was sweating. I mean it is history class afterall. I'm not so good in this class.
20 questions! He's insane! This is suppose to be a quiz, not mini test. Arrgh!
1. What are the origins of the term 'dormie?' *blinks*
Hmm, looks like Carter's got this down.. I leaned over slightly and a quick glance, but got distracked.
Damn he smells good. Focus! Hmm, lets see.
Historically, the term dormie is derived from the French/Latin cognate 'dormir,' meaning 'to sleep,' suggesting that a player who is 'dormie' can relax (literally, go to sleep) without fear of losing the match.
What the-- How could he possibly know that? (Rhetorical question)
Oh shit! He seen me. Act casual. Breath!
He narrowed his eyes at me. "I can't tell if your cheating off me, or if your smelling me."
"I was smelling you." Oh god! I looked down.
"Oh," he said and smirked at me. He's really hot.
"Ms. Thompson, Mr. Carter! Perhaps you two would like to continue this conversation in detention." he said already writing the detention forms.
I sighed no point in arguing.
Mr. Sippson then walked over to us and took our quizzes. I was shocked.
"Hey I was almost done with that!" Derek protested, but to no avail.
He turned to me and gave me the dirtest look I had ever gotten from him.
I smiled smug-like and tapped my pencil on the desk. That's what he gets for being so egotistical.
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err... hold no grudges!...? -.-