If I were to be 189.256% honest right now, I would say that I absolutely despise shallow guys. I think pretty much all girls do, but I just can't stand them. When Roman told me I'm pretty and winked at me, then he was pretty much just flirting with me. 

Roman, , just isn't my type. He doesn't seem the most smart, and he seems to be very shallow. I would choose Ray any day over Roman. That's actually pretty clear. Roman, my friend, you don't stand a chance against Ray. I'd like to see you try. You won't succeed, because my heart is with Ray. For sure.

    And this is exactly what I'm thinking about when Roman tells me that I'm pretty. I admit that I have some good looks, but there's no way to say it like you want to make out with me. Does Roman even care about what a girl is like on the inside? Is he really that shallow? Man, I really hope that he doesn't make a move on me, because I'm not interested. I still have some feelings for Ray. I still like him. And I want to.

"Sophia. Sophia," someone says. I feel a nudging on my arm, and I realize Sonia is trying to get my attention. 

"Oh, sorry Sonia. What is it?" I ask. She slaps her hand to her forehead. 

"I want to know what you think about Roman," she asks, annoyed. Really? That's what she wanted to ask me about? Well, I guess it's a good time to tell her everything that's happened so far. I sigh. 

"Where do I start? He seems really cocky, selfish, snobby, shallow, narcissistic, and just everything I don't like in a guy," I say. Sonia nods.

"I actually feel the same way. I admit, he's really hot. But, it hasn't even been two minutes, and I can already tell something is wrong with the guy," she says. We really see eye to eye on a lot of things. That's why we're good friends.

A week passes by since the whole incident with Roman and Ray. I'm just going to spit this out. I don't think one week has ever been more painful ever. For the whole week, I tried my absolute best to avoid Ray as much as possible. Guilt was overriding me for the past week, and it's absolutely the worst feeling anyone can ever feel. 

Actually, Ray was avoiding me as well. He doesn't make a lot of eye contact with me and he's not been talking to me much. Not only that, Roman is in my French class, and he's making it hell for me.

 I'm positive that I can see him staring at me from the corner of my eye. I'm positive that he's stalking me. Throughout my day, I'm keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. I've even been confiding my fears to my TA partner, Belle, but she just says, "Roman probably is just looking at you normally. He's probably not stalking you. You're being paranoid."

As much as I hate to admit it, Belle's probably right.

    With that, I went to AP French class. I have a clan in pretty much all of my classes. In French, I have Amy and two boys, Sam and Louis. I am practically the French guru of the class because I'm ¼ French, so everyone comes and asks me questions.

 I already kind of understood it when I took the class, but I spoke French that was more broken than a wishbone, so I decided to take the class. And this is so awesome. I'm planning on continuing in college. When I get there, Louis already has a chair pulled up next to Amy and Sam. 

"Thanks, Louis," I say, and sit down. Our French teacher, Ms. Green, gets up and tells us to get French textbooks. I always get textbooks for my friends, so I get up and go get four textbooks for my friends and I. 

As I was piling on the textbooks, someone came up next to me and started getting textbooks too. When I turned my head, Roman was standing there, getting textbooks. I silently groan. I can't help but wonder how many more days I have to spend with this jerk. 

I'm really starting to have doubts. I don't know if this is coincidence or if it's pure stalking, but I don't have a good feeling about this.

"I'm just getting books for my friends, Sophia," he says, and walks away. 

"You have friends?" I think, and walk back. As Amy and I open our textbooks, someone in the back raises their hand. 

"Oui?" Ms. Green asks. 

"Can I move closer to the front?" he asks. Ms. Green nods, and I hear a chair scooting up closer and closer behind me.

"Much better," the person says, and the next thing I know, Roman is sitting right behind me. I'm starting to wonder if he's trying to purposely get close to me. Either way, I'm really starting to get uncomfortable. My doubts are starting to take over. 

His first impression wasn't that good, and now he's just making it worse. I just try not to picture him in my mind too much. Ms. Green assigns us a French paragraph, and we start writing. I'm a fast writer, but I spend a lot of time trying to help others, which eats up a lot of my time.

In this case, Roman keeps on asking these really dumb questions, and they're really stupid questions. It's the kind of questions you are supposed to have learned in French 1. He asks me how do you say "I have", and how do you say "because of". 

I'm just thinking, "Va te faire foutre. Tu es très stupide." (Go f*ck yourself. You're really stupid.)

All of these really stupid questions take up a lot of my time. So much that I've only written four lines and I have six minutes left. And that's without skipping lines. I try my best and run through it as much as I can, being careful not to make article, accent, or spelling mistakes. I finish with 18 seconds to spare, and I'm exhausted and my hand is killing me. 

I walk up to my teacher's desk and put the paragraph down. "Merci, Sophia," Ms. Green says. "De rien, Mademoiselle Green," I say, and walk back to my chair. I slump back in the chair, and exhale loudly.

 "You made it, Sophia," Amy says. I smile, and start putting all of my stuff away. I take a large gulp of water, and then the bell rings. We have a 6 minute passing period, which is totally pointless because it takes me less than a minute to walk to AP calculus. It's the last period of the day, and it's also the last period that I share with Ray.

As I'm waiting for Ms. Sanders to call us in, I hear a voice behind me.

"Hey Sophia," a voice with a bit of guilt says. I turn around, and Ray is standing there, his head hung and his eyes filled with guilt. This is going to be awkward. I haven't talked to him in a week. He looks like he committed a murder and he's about to confess to me. 

"Hey, Ray," I say. I'm trying to keep the conversation simple so that it's not too awkward. He sighs.

"I wanted to apologize. I should have never tried to ask you to be my girlfriend so soon after the whole mess. It was an awful thing to do. I'm an awful person. I should have known this was too soon," Ray said. Wow. I've never seen Ray so apologetic. Somehow, there's something in the masculinity of his voice that makes him 10x as handsome.

It's really hard to not forgive someone like him.

Just as I'm about to respond, Ms. Sanders calls us in. Once Ray and I are sitting down, I respond to his apology. 

"Ray, I know you are sorry. I like you. A lot. I want to take this further. But I can't hurt Victoria. I'm not that kind of friend. She's already been through hell and back. I can't make this even worse for her," I say.

Ray puts his hand tenderly on mine. "We can worry about that later. Not everyone has to know. We can keep it as our little secret. So, what do you say?" he asks. Man, I'm conflicted.

But, I think I should. I think this will work.

"Raymond Andrew Richards, I willingly accept the offer to be your girlfriend," I say. His face lights up, and he grasps my hand in affection. I can tell that he's really happy. For the rest of math, I can't help but feel incredibly happy. 

This is the most happy I've felt in a long time. I patched up everything with Ray, and we're both willing to give our relationship a shot. Who knows what will happen? But at the same time, I'm excited for what is to come. 

After calculus is over, Ray and I walk out together and start towards the parking lot. I have this feeling in my stomach that I forgot something.

"Hey, you start walking to the cars. I need to check if I forgot something," I say. I'm right by the band room, which is always empty except for 1st period. 

"Sure, Sophia. Don't take too long," he says, and smiles.

"I won't. I promise. Don't miss me too much," I say. He laughs and starts walking to the parking lot. I go into the room so that I can organize everything and it's a little bit easier. I realize I didn't forget anything. Once I'm cleaned up, I start to walk to the door. 

As I'm about to step out, a strong arm clamps itself over my mouth, while it's elbow clamps itself over my chest, pressing my chest into his. I feel the cold blade of a pocketknife press against my throat. The door closes, trapping me inside the dim-lit room, and I can't escape from his grasp. 

A raspy voice whispers in my ear, "Now, I don't want to hurt you. But if you don't cooperate, then I'll have to."

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Another cliffhanger! I'm so sorry I'm so evil! But, like I said a couple of chapters ago, there are big things happening. And this is one of them.

But enough of that. Ray asked Sophia to be his girlfriend! Let's celebrate! (brings out balloons and starts the party). Do you think it's a good idea for them to keep it a secret, or should they let everyone know they're dating? Let me know in the comments.

Hello everyone! It's me! How have you all been? After too much editing, I finally made this chapter error free. I have to thank my BFF for helping me with that. So, thanks Nikki. You're the best!

Also, I know this chapter is only a part, but this one is also really, really long. It's almost 4000 words. So, I decided to split this into 2 parts. But, like the other chapter, I'll be updating the second part on Wednesday. That makes me slightly less evil. I hope. I hope you guys are having a wonderful day, and I hope you guys liked this chapter.

Please vote/comment/follow/share/message if you like my work! I'll see you guys on Wednesday with the second part of the chapter! Have a great week!

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S.V.T.S