Chapter 4:

Well let us see how second period goes for The Sharks, shall we?

Let's go and stalk Iceberg first.

She quickly headed out the door and made her way to the classroom, practically marching there. No one dared to step in her path.

Approaching her classroom's door, she saw a herd of girls surrounding something. Her eyebrow rose, and as she got closer, she immediately rolled her eyes as having spotted the cause of all this ruckus.

Lawrence.

He was leaning against the wall next to the door with both arms crossed over his chest. He was smiling and talking with all the girls around him, until he met Iceberg's gaze. He smirked and winked at her, gesturing her to come over.

He watched as she took a few steps towards him.

Lawrence: This was easier than I thought...

As he smiled wider, she turned left to enter the classroom.

Which immediately left him wide eyed.

Lawrence: What the fuck!

He penetrated against the wall of love-sick girls and stood on the classroom's doorway. He searched with his eyes and found her sitting in her chair, waiting for class to start.

Lawrence: She seriously ignored this...for that?

He smirked, soon realizing her 'playing hard to get' act. Then walked towards his seat.

Meanwhile...

Iceberg: Teacher either hurry up and get here or don't come at all. I wanna get this over with.

As she spaced out in her thoughts she abruptly jump-scared feeling a sudden gust of wind near her ear. Turning she saw Lawrence, whom had blowed on her ear on purpose. She gave him a wary look as he stared at her with a playful grin. Not wanting to satisfy him with attention, Iceberg broke their gaze and returned her sight on the front of the class, wondering if the teacher even came today.

Lawrence noticed her plan of ignoring him so he would leave, but he waited half a day (Yesterday) and this morning to play with her. He's not gonna back down.

Instead of leaving like Iceberg wished, he sat on the table of her desk, arms crossed over his chest. Then began to intently study her. His eyes slowly went down, capturing every single detail. This alarmed her at first, but instantly turned annoying.

Iceberg: Sit on your own desk.

Lawrence: (Grins) Nah, I like this one more.

Iceberg: I don't care what you like. Get off.

Lawrence: Hmm...maybe if you persuade me to, I might.

Iceberg scoffed.

Iceberg: Take a hike pretty-boy.

Lawrence: Oh, so you think I'm pretty?

Iceberg grunted. This conversation was heading nowhere. She rolled her eyes slowly for exaggeration.

Lawrence: You don't like talking do you?

Iceberg: Yes, especially to certain people. (Gestures to Lawrence) Exhibit A.

Lawrence: (Chuckles) I didn't know you had a sense of humor.

Iceberg: What am I a clown? Leave me alone.

Lawrence: No matter how many times you say it, I'm not gonna move.

Iceberg placed her hands over her face, showing him her irritation. She then reached down into her backpack and took out her earphones. She connected them to her phone and put them on, listening to her sweet music. Enjoying tuning him out.

Sadly, it didn't work.

Lawrence: What are you doing?

Iceberg rolled her eyes. She didn't make eye contact with him.

Wanting her attention, he shifted on her desk, opening his legs, leaving her in the middle. Elbows on his thighs and hands sustaining his face. He waited for an answer. Iceberg annoyed of looking at his face, leaned to her right which he leaned too, blocking her. She leaned to the other side and he did too.

Iceberg: This dude's so ANNOYING!!!!!

She leaned one more time, and quickly got blocked again.

Lawrence: (Smiling) I asked you a question.

Iceberg: I know. This is me ignoring it.

She faked a leaning, which he followed. She studied him, testing his will to keep at it. Leaning slowly again, he imitated as well.

Lawrence: I'm gonna keep this up until you answer me. What are you doing?

Iceberg: Are you blind?

Lawrence: Yes, blinded by your beauty. (Winked)

She slowly met his eyes, looking at him unamused. A frown covering her face.

At this he snickered. Then, without discretion, looked her up and down once again. Eyes resting on her chest.

Lawrence: So what are you? A? B?

Iceberg took a moment to realize.

Iceberg: L

Lawrence: ...L?

Iceberg: LEAVE.

Then the staring contest began. Lawrence squinted his eyes, Iceberg remained annoyed. After a few slow minutes passed, they both opened their mouths to speak but they were cut off by the teacher that finally arrived.

They hadn't noticed their audience. When they caught them, all the students quickly turned their attention to the teacher, while whispering amongst themselves about what just happened.

Teacher: Sorry I'm late class! Please take your seats.

With this an evil mocking smile made its way onto Iceberg's face. She waved at him happily as he grunted and got off her desk, heading towards his seat.

Iceberg: FINALLY. THANK YOU TEACHER.

Teacher: Today we will work in groups.

Iceberg: ...are you kidding me...

Iceberg grunted and sank irritated in her seat. She clearly HATES group assignments. The only time she'd like it is when she's with Boulder and/or Giggles. Sadly, neither take this class with her.

Teacher: You may all choose whoever you want. All you need to do is answer a few questions together.

Practically all the girls ran to Lawrence, surrounding him. Many acted cute, asking to be his partner. Ashley seems to be winning since Lawrence is only talking to her and showing her his charming smile.

Meanwhile, Iceberg planted her face on her desk, causing all her hair to cover her misery. She sensed someone slowly approaching. Peeking under her hair, she saw brown boy pants hesitating to come near her. As he was merely a step away, she growled under her breath. The boy jolted back, hitting a desk in the process, and dashed towards his group of friends whom were all watching scared from the distance.

Iceberg: I'll ask the teacher if I can do it solo.

Soon she saw the same boy pants heading her way again, but this time with a partner. One tried retreading but the other one stopped him. They cautiously approached her, as if she were a bear in hibernation. Iceberg sighed annoyed. She sharply lifted a finger into the air which caused one of the boys to jump into the arms of the other, both terrified. She pointed to their group of friends and they quickly ran towards the pointed direction as if life depended on it.

Iceberg: Why do they even try.

Iceberg knows that the only reason why most try to partner up with her is because she's top student of the class. She calls those lazy, irresponsible students 'Work-sucking Leeches'.

She sensed them coming again. Iceberg rose her head abruptly, now running low on tolerance. She grunted loudly seeing it was Lawrence.

Lawrence: Aw, I missed you too.

Iceberg: Aw. Leave so we can miss eachother longer.

Lawrence: Impossible. I can't get enough of that bright personality.

Iceberg: I'm just a ray of sunshine.

Lawrence looks at her amused.

Lawrence: How do you do it?

Iceberg: You bring it out of me. (Fake smiles)

Suddenly someone comes near them, hooking an arm on Lawrence's.

Ashley: Come on, we have to tell the teacher we're partners.

Ashley looked at what Lawrence was paying attention to. It seems she hadn't noticed Iceberg's presence.

Ashley: Hmph (Smiles) Don't waste your time with this.

Iceberg: Yeah. Go waste it with her.

Ashley: Atleast my time is worth more than yours.

Iceberg: Probably. How much do you charge for a night?

Lawrence: Atleast she's not anti-social, like someone.

Iceberg: Build a bridge, and get over it.

Teacher: Um, excuse me.

The voice of the teacher sounded at the front of the class. He had looked up from his laptop to find out what was going on.

Teacher: Do any of you three have a partner?

Lawrence: Yes

Ashley: Yes!

Iceberg: No.

Teacher: Then those of you who do, come here, sign both your names on this sheet confirming your partners and take the paper of questions.

Lawrence and Ashley went towards the desk of the teacher. Iceberg grunted and got up from her seat, ready to go ask if she could do it alone. As she took a few steps, Lawrence was already heading her way with the paper, grinning evily. Iceberg raised an eyebrow. Ashley was looking intently at a paper. Then shouted.

Ashley: What!? Lawrence! Who's 'Toy"?