Free Confidential by Jack Parker Page B

interesting, and a bored expression.
    "Uh… try talking." I answered, "Like normal people do."
    Normally, people bend to my attitude. They cave, and answer my question, or acknowledge my presence, but Marcus held his own.
    "How can we do that when you're acting like such a bitch?"
    "Maybe I wouldn't have to if you acted like a functional human being."
    Before he could shoot back an answer, he immediately closed his mouth, and looked up at the figure that was standing next to me.
    I did the same, "Hey guys!" Camdon's dimples showed as he graced the table with his smile.
    I tried to think of all the things I didn't like about him, but I was too distracted by his forearm muscles, which were defined and tucked in his jeans pocket. Which looked really, really good on him.
    I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, choosing not to answer.
    A couple people at the table responded, giddily asking him how he was doing, how was his weekend, etc.
    I opened my eyes only to see that his had never moved from my face. I could see his grin shining through the deep blue of his eyes. He bent down close to my face and whispered in my ear,
    "How come you didn't come and sit with me at lunch today?" His breath on my ear gave me shivers that I had to fight to control.
    I looked up at him, this sweet, gorgeous, genuine guy. But I saw the cockiness that he could no longer hide. He wanted to show off his status at school, he wanted everyone to know that he knew the new girl first, and wanted to show me how much the entire student body bent to his every will.
    I shrugged. "It didn't look that interesting."
    There was a noticeable shock that came across his face, "It what?"
    The bell rang, and I pulled up my backpack and books. "Gotta go." I walked right around him, and headed towards my next class.
    I ended up sitting next to shy and awkward Dylan in my next class; Anatomy, and he kept fidgeting the whole time, shifting from side to side, picking up a folder, putting it back, shuffling through papers and rearranging them, and franticly taking notes. Just watching him was exhausting.
    I heard a smirk from the seat in front of me. My gaze shifted to a brown haired girl that uses a hair straightener too much. With a flick of her head, she gracefully moved the sleek hair behind her shoulders.
    "Wow Dylan, really? Can't you stop moving already?" Her mocking voice was loud enough that the entire class turned to stare at him.
    His face turned beat red, and a couple people laughed.
    "Turn around." I let my voice come out as a slow, bored drawl, staring at her, completely stone faced.
    "Excuse me?" Her pretty face contorted into an ugly scowl.
    "Stop being a bitch, and turn around." I leaned forward a little, saying each word slowly.
    The whole class was silent, as our teacher continued to lecture, completely oblivious. I could feel all the eyes on the room geared towards us.
    She let out one of her smirks in disbelief. "Get over yourself- Look at this girl," She gestured to me, looking at me up and down in disgust, and turning to the person next to her, "She actually thinks she's better than me because she's from a city . "
    "No. I think I'm better than you because I have class ." I imitated her voice, saying it loudly, and our teacher turned around and looked over his classroom. "No more talking. Now, as I was saying…"
    I gave her a fake smile and a small wave, then tuned out any of her dirty looks. I turned to Dylan, and he had a small frown on his face.
    "You shouldn't let people treat you that way." I told him "It's not fair."
    He shook his head. "You don't understand. I've known these people my entire life. They know every horrible thing that has happened to me. What am I supposed to do? I can't do that…" He clicked his pen continuously, and the noise was starting to bother me.
    "So you've basically been taking this shit from people your whole life?" I asked. "Dylan. That is not okay."
    He shrugged. "Thanks, but now your public enemy number one."
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