"Are you sure you want to finish that sentence Stacey?" Blake cut her.

I was about to raise my hand and answer that I personally wanted her to, but just with the way Blake was glaring at her, I repressed myself.

"I think I'd like to share it with her."

"What? Yesterday wasn't enough? Want me to enlighten you again on the many reasons why that wouldn't be the smartest idea of the century? Do you want me to go through your greatest hits too?" Blake said hastily, his voice threatening.

I looked at both of them confused, and saw the obvious panic in Stacey eyes.

Okay, seriously what the hell? I wanted to know what had happened in that seminar and I wanted to know now.

But then something occurred to me. Did I really want to know what Blake did with Stacey in a seminar? Just the thought of her with him made me want to barf my breakfast.

Maybe I didn't want to know what Blake had done that had made Stacey storm out crying.

God, what could have Blake done?

That actually scared me for a second. The possibilities were endless.

And surprisingly, it made me almost angry when I thought about Stacey and Blake together in a seminar.

Like really angry. Which was stupid, because Stacey and Blake could do whatever they wanted, right? They didn't owe me anything.

"You really shouldn't waste your time on him, and he's not even that hot," Stacey said to me, smirking a little at Blake when she did.

"Thanks, coming from you I'll take that as a compliment," Blake scowled beside me before I could say anything.

Seriously, this was getting useless. If Stacey wasn't telling me anything new, what was the point to this? Maybe I should just sit on a bench or something, let them talk about me or for me for a while, watch the show, bring some popcorn, boo at the replies.

"She'll get tired of you, you know, especially that she's got so much more free time because of me now," Stacey added, proud for some reason.

I had sort of guessed Stacey was the one at fault for my being fired, but now hearing it out from her, that really pissed me off. Honestly, I got the fact that she didn't like me, but what she did was completely unnecessary and mean.

"You know what Stacey?" I said, "I don't care whatever happened between you and Blake. I have much better ways to waste my time," I smiled and then just walked away.

I didn't care about Stacey. I was not friends with her, and her opinion had very little value to me. Why should I get into arguments with her? Arguing with Stacey was a waste of time.

On the other hand I didn't mind arguing with Blake, but that was because it felt more like flirting that arguing.

Oh shit, did I just think that? No, no. no. Not flirting. Teasing. Teasing.

I headed to my first class in a rush, trying to run away from that thought.

When I walked through the door, I immediately spotted Daphnee and went to sit by her.

She had her head upside down and was combing her hair with her hands.

"You know that offer to shave our heads together is still up," I told her as I sat down, putting my bag on the back seat of my chair.

Daphnee laughed and then kicked her hair back, looking at me, smiling.

"You sure you'd be ready to do that? You could have a messed up head hiding underneath all that hair," Daphnee joked.

"Hey, I'm just saying, Annabelle always was the one saying how awful my hair was, and that's just the kind of stupid thing you'd do with me," I replied.

She laughed in response.

"Good morning my bitches!" Alex said, with a huge grin, walking towards us, taking a seat beside ours.

"Well good morning to you too Sunshine," Daphnee smiled and pinched his cheek. "Who's been a good boy?" she crooned.

"Not me," a voice answered, and I rolled my eyes at Blake who came to sit in front of me.

I ignored him and looked at Daphnee, "He thinks he's a bad boy, but all he does is turn everything I say into innuendos. Not impressive."

"True. Anyone can do that. Not everyone can be as structured as we are. We're very lucky to be true professionals."

Blake looked confused.

"Don't make that face hot football player. You can join if you want, we always have available spots," she joked, wrinkling her nose in amusement.

"And the job offer would be?" Blake asked her.

"Be one of Alex's bitches," she answered him, nodding her head proudly, and pouting her lips faintly.

I think I saw on the corner of my eye Alex choke a little.

For one second, I had the weirdest thought. Alex liked dudes, so did he find Blake hot?

Ugh. Now, that would be a subject I wouldn't want to have over dinner with him. Or at all.

But Blake was oblivious to this because he was laughing. "Oh well, I'm more into fee less self gratification but I'll be sure to come see you when I change my mind."

And then he looked at me with the hugest smirk.

"Stop making that smirk Blake," I told him, rolling my eyes, and then slapped his arm.

"Anything you want Pumpkin," Blake chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

The teacher started to speak, but I kinda tuned him out because I had already read the book he was talking about and started to play with my eraser on my desk, making it spin and then, when I looked at the back of Blake's head I had an epiphany.

Holding my chuckles, I started to tear little pieces from it with my nails, and threw them in Blake's hair.

He didn't seem to notice, and some actually stayed stuck in his hair.

"Kitty..." Alex whispered beside me, opening his hand, with an evil grin.

I smirked in response and gave him a few pieces of eraser, which he proceeded to throw in Blake's hair, but in random people around too, always inconspicuously of course.

And then, Daphnee tapped on my back and I gave her a few too, my eraser was getting smaller by the minutes, and helped us out.

Good thing the teacher really seemed to be into that book.

At one point, I think Blake started to feel that something was wrong because he brushed his hand on the back of his hair, making a lot of the white pieces fall to the ground, and then he turned and frowned at me, shaking his head slightly.

"I expected more from you Pumpkin," Blake whispered to me, and I just pointed my chin towards the front of the class, holding my laughter in.

When the bell rang, I had lost half of my eraser.

I got up, and grabbed my things, but sure thing, Blake was waiting for me.

"You know, you're supposed to help me with my classes, not distract me!" he informed me, shaking his head in disapproval.

"And I informed you that I wasn't the best student, didn't I?" I smirked and started to walk out.

When we were in the halls, Peter walked up to us.

"Coach needs to see us pronto," he told Blake and didn't even wait for him, and walked away fast.

"Always in a hurry," Blake smirked. "Alright, see you later!"

"Okay," I smiled and then walked alone back to my locker.

Now next class would be tricky. I had Chemistry, and I still didn't have that lab partner and Connor and Jimmy were going to make a freaking meal out of me.

And neither Alex and Daphnee were in that class with me.

Frack.

I needed a plan, and I needed one soon.

I walked in the lab and decided to sit at the counter where I knew the water from the sink splashed more than anywhere else, and that had always instrument missing, wishing that it could discourage them. It wasn't like they'd want to have more work to do in class just to win a little competition, right?

I tried to place myself strategically, and bended my head, so I could be kinda hidden too.

I traced patterns on the black counter wishing that the bell could just ring soon that way they couldn't change seats afterwards.

I didn't want awkward silence with Jimmy, or glares from either of them all throughout the class.

"You can't hide from me Pumpkin," Blake laughed, walking towards me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked him frowning.

Why wasn't he getting to his class?

"I'm making you my lab partner," Blake smirked.

"Oh heck no," I answered, my eyes wide.

"Oh heck yeah Pumpkin!"

"Since when are you in my Chemistry class anyway?" I frowned.

"Wow, you really are quite unobservant Pumpkin," Blake said, with a huge freaking grin.

I rolled my eyes at him, as always. "Please, I'm just not obsessed with you."

"Oh please. I thought you were my number one stalker."

"Sorry to shatter your illusions. Oh and anyway, you can't be my partner, I'm already teamed up with Bob my kinky transsexual friends who likes to control my mind and make me blow up things because he likes the way the colour twinkles when I mix chemicals," I trailed.

"Wow, Bob sounds awesome," Blake laughed. "Nice try Pumpkin."

"Crap!"

And then Connor walked in the class and towards us.

Again, crap!

"Hey Lexi, so..." he started to say, but Blake cut him.

"Sorry dude, you're too late, she's all mine now," Blake smirked.

I made a disapproving sound at him and slapped his arm.

Connor looked at us frowning and walked to another counter, almost confused.

"You're an idiot Blake," I reminded him.

"Thanks," Blake chuckled and opened the drawers where the instruments for the experiments were, one by one. "Pumpkin, why'd you have to take the sucky counter? I hope we won't get stuck here for the rest of the year."

"If you're unhappy, you could just change place, and partner," I snorted, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, I wouldn't change this for the world," Blake smirked.

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Hello my little Pumpkins! I hope everyone is happy and safe and healthy! <3

This chapter was trickier to edit. The argument with Stacey is kinda empty and it was just useless insults ultimately. And the the whole you lost the hoe/you lost a hoe part, which I know a lot of people found funny, but it was also kinda problematic... It's tricky, this editing business.

I hope you're okay with the changes I made. 

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