Okey dokey then. I'm gonna dedicate this third chappie to mythicbookgirl for replying to the tag. Yay! Imma go decide what other random chappies can go out to any future tag replies! Woot!

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I waltz into my English class five minutes after everyone one else, being fashionably late, and giving Hunter some time to get there before me.

Just about every single one of my class mates eyes are glued on me. Mr Darols is known for his extreme joy of giving late notes out.

Shifting my handbag - which doubles as my pencil case holder -, I widen my eyes slightly, while the outer ends of my eyebrows go down, giving a killer puppy dog eyes impression. I bite my lip a little as well, not to seem hot or anything gross - even though Mr Darols was only thirty, and one of the youngest staff members, it is still gross - but to seem innocent and in need of a pass on the late notes.

"What's your excuse, Miss Jems?"

"One of my friends was having, um, girl problems, so I had to help her out. Is that okay?" I say it lightly, so that if people in class hear, it sounds like I am genuinely worried about this 'friend' and not using her to get out of a late note. Which I am. Using 'her' to get out of a late note, I mean.

When I see his eyes widen slightly at 'girl problems', I know I have it in the bag.

"Yes. Yes, go sit down. You are excused."

I smirk internally. I think, that for all my years in High School, I have maybe three late notes. I learnt how to worm out of them after that.

I turn back toward the class and tilt my head, as though deciding where to sit today. Since none of my posse or Brenda are in this class, I sit in a different spot each lesson or two. And if I have a class with someone I'm playing, I sit next to them until they have been played.

Thankfully, Hunter is here, in his regular seat on the left side (my right when I'm facing him) at the back, which means I don't have to sit somewhere and have him sit somewhere else. I take note of the empty seat beside him. None of his friends are in this class, and most people don't sit next to the 'bad, popular boy' because they're afraid of getting turned down.

Not me.

I make my way down the isle, looking at everyone wanting me to sit next to them, even if they have someone already next to them.

Our English room is divided in half by the walkway in the middle, and the single desks (all our desks are single) are separated by a few centimetres on the sides, and a bit more on the front and back, meaning quite a few people only have one person sitting next to them.

I finally get to Hunter's desk and slide into the one next to him, and set up the table with my pencil case and English book, along with the book we're reading in class.

Pride and Prejudice. It's actually become one of my favourite books. Just because I'm blond doesn't mean I'm not smart.

I just have my moments, that's all.

The teacher picks a student to start reading, and I open Pride and Prejudice to the page we're on.

I turn to Hunter, who has tensed quite considerably since I slid in over here.

"Hey."

He looks at me, and relaxes, before replying scathingly, "What?"

Well, he's rude.

"Just saying hello. It is what people do, is it not?" I raise an eyebrow in question.

"Wow, look at you and your fancy old day speak." Hunter says, monotone.

"Well, well. Look who's in a happy mood today, hmm."

Hunter just glares at me.

Well, this is going well.

"Case in point." I smirk and flip my hair over my shoulder. Hunter's brown eyes darken.

"I don't have the time or the likes to spend time listening to you."

"Ooh, who's going all 'old day' now?"

He lifted his middle finger in my direction.

"Don't flip the bird at me, mister. This kitty got claws, and she will rip that bird to pieces."

"You do realise you just called yourself a cat, right?"

"Hiss."

"Well, there you go. Would you look at that. Looks like Julie Jems hissed at me. Whatever will I do?"

"As much as I usually love it, I am not appreciating your sarcasm right now."

"You usually like my sarcasm do you? Do you stalk me to hear what I say?"

"I meant sarcasm in general, doofus. And why on earth would I stalk you?"

"Because every girl likes me. Or loves me. Or stalks me."

"Or hates you. Don't forget that one."

"Hardy ha ha. You're soo funny. Now shut up."

"What got shoved up your a-" He glared at me, making me pause mid-sentence. "Something big, apparently." I finished.

I decide on reverse psychology, which I use quite a lot, actually. You would be surprised how many guys act like Hunter at first, at least until I've broken them down. Then they're wrapped around my little finger.

I look down at my book, and flip through a few pages to catch up with the newest speaker. I've just found it when she finishes a paragraph, and Mr Darols speaks.

"Julie? Would you like to read the rest of the chapter?"

Usually I would reply with something like, 'not particularly', but I didn't want him to change his mind about the late note.

"Of course." I flash Mr Darols a smile, and see Hunter looking up slightly at me. This makes me want to grin more. He'll be mine soon.

Until I dump him and mortify him in front of his friends.

I start reading, and realise that luckily there are only three pages left in the chapter, and I breeze through them in no time. Then Mr Darols chooses a new person to read, and I continue on my mission to play Hunter.

I look down at my book, reading along, and flip my hair to my right side, away from Hunter, and bite the left side of my lip. He's not looking, so I let out a light sigh, and he looks up in time to see me bite my lip again and twirl the one piece of hair I left on my left side. He stares at me for a moment, and to make him realise he is, I lift my eyes up to the front of the room, where a girl - I think her name is Carrie, or Larry, or something like that - is reading, and Hunter quickly looks back down and picks up his book, which he has upside down, by the way, the tips of his ears pink.

I lean over to him slightly. "Your book is upside down. Just in case you didn't notice." I whisper.

His ears go pinker, and I laugh internally.

I made the bad boy blush.

"And we're on page ninety eight, not eighty nine." I add, my whisper almost teasing now, making both his ears go completely red.

I reach my hand out to flip some of the pages, which were surprisingly dog-eared. I never picked him as one to read a book like this, as amazing as it is.

As I move my arm back, I brush my fingers along his arm. Now his cheeks are tinted pink.

I am loving this.

Ever since my past experiences, I have extremely enjoyed making the bad/good boy players squirm, and it's even better because I am the one to do that. At my old school, before I moved two years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of playing guys. I was the 'sweet' one. Which, admittedly, didn't get me anywhere, except for one boyfriend who scarred me for life.

I was only fifteen.

I turn back to listen to the reader and catch up in my book, while I watch Hunter try to control his blush out of the corner of my eye.

No matter how tough they act, they're all the same. Some just hide it better than others.

And I must admit, Hunter almost had me fooled. Then he blushed.

So macho.

I turn my attention back to my book and allow myself to get swept away in the world of Elizabeth and Mr Darcy for the rest of the lesson.