TA DA!!!! This is Ben, isn't he absolutely gorgeous and totally hot. Admit it, because you know it's true.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy this as well! Have fun reading while I have a fun time (hopefully) reading the comments :)

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First period was probably my favorite and least favorite class of the day. As a senior in high school I've realized that you shouldn't like a certain class because of a certain boy, but that didn't seem to matter with Colton. It's not like I obsessed over him - no way - but he's one of those guys that every girl dreams of - regardless of what Ben says. 

            Chemistry

I trudged over to my seat where I would remain for the rest of class. Where I would helplessly drift into a daydream, and then when I finally would awake, I would begin to stress. It was a daily thing, and that's what school seemed to be - a daydream. Some nights I would come home and cry myself to sleep because of school, because of college being a year away, because of pure stress.

Any teenage would understand.

School was pure torture, and nobody can see it except the voices that don't mean anything - the students. 

I placed my bag on the floor beside my stool and took a pencil out of the pocket. I let out a deep sigh and glanced over at Jenna, my (second) best friend since third grade.

               "How do you think you did on the test last week?" She asked hopelessly. She looked like she stayed up late, and I could tell she seemed worried. Jenna hated school as much as I did, but I could maintain good grades - Jenna sometimes couldn't.

               "Probably really awful." I exclaimed with a sigh. I propped my head in my hands and started rolling my pencil back and forth, anything I could do to avoid boredom.

          "Oh shut up. Chemistry is like your best subject" Jenna said with a fake cheerful tone. I mustered a smile in return and turned to the front of the room where Mr. Richard was passing out the chemistry tests. Truth was, I was nervous, but I've gotten to the point where my nervousness doesn't show anymore - school related anyways.

      Mr. Richard placed my test upside down on my desk, I sat there for a while debating on flipping it over to reveal my true score. Jenna on the other hand grabbed hers eagerly, only to have her face fall like the the titanic. I frowned for her after I plucked the packet from in front of me.

              A+    188/190

I should've been overjoyed and relived, but I didn't feel anything but a tingle of happiness that soon subsided.

        "How'd you do?" Jenna asked, but her tone revealed a disappointed teenage who wasn't good at chemistry, just how I wasn't good at Math. We all have our skills and our disadvantages - that's just how life works.

       "An A. How about you?" I asked because that was the only polite thing to do. 

           "a C" Jenna said with a frown.

     "a C's pretty good for you. Remember that one time you got a 40% F? Next test you'll get an A, for sure!" I said enthusiastically. Jenna smiled a radiant smile and gave me a short hug to show her gratitude.

        "You know. I guess you're right, thanks bud" Jenna said brightly. Her attitude suddenly transformed into a rainbow of happiness and a smile formed on my face.

The rest of the class period went by fast, other than Mr. Richards boring lectures and random facts - I had a semi-enjoyable time.  But as soon as the bell rang to signal the end, I wasted no time in escaping the room that smelled like chemicals and grudgingly walking to my next class.

Jenna and I headed off to Calculus where she would accelerate in grades, and I would just barely be pushing a 85 percent.  Calc was hard, very hard - which is why my class only consisted of nerdy folks. Well actually... there were a few exceptions, one being Colton.

It's hard to believe that the first two periods of my day contained Colton - the guy every girl found attractive. But it's true, and in fact, those are the only two classes I would get to see his face in (besides lunch, but viewed from the opposite side of the lunchroom) 

Teenagers chattered among themselves as I walked through the halls with Jenna, Aubrey and Layla - eventually we decided on having a study date later tonight - or more of a drama/gossip meeting. All girls do that don't they?

             Ben and his large group of jocks walked in their normal group, causally winking at girls as if they owned the place. Ben was different when he was with his friends - not a drastic difference- but a difference nor the less.

Few people knew the Ben I knew. They knew close to it, but they don't know about how he sometimes sheds a tear every once and a while. They don't know that he only eats ice cream with a fork. They don't know that he has the biggest heart I've ever seen a guy have.

All they see is the big things that aren't always true. They can tell he smokes and drinks on rare occasions- which somehow makes him cooler and hotter. They can see that he can get any girl he dreams of having without having to know them first. They can see that he's hot - and honestly, he doesn't have that bad of grades.

He has a sheet that he pulls over the real Ben, but the real Ben is my favorite.

I heard him laughing with them in his normal laugh that I've grown to love, and then I heard his footsteps coming towards me on the loud, tile floor of the hallway.

"Hey Libs!" Ben called. I turned around almost instantly at the call of my name.

"How'd you do on that Chemistry test. You stayed up all night cramming for it" Ben said honestly, And he wasn't wrong. The night before the test I stayed up till 2 o' clock in the morning with Ben. Well actually, He didn't really study - he slept.

"I almost aced it. How do you think you did?" I asked. I know he didn't get his test back to know his final grade yet, but he has to have an idea on how well he did.

"I'm going to guess a 90 percent since I stayed up late with you. Plus, you're a good tutor anyways" Ben added. I smiled and prayed to god that he actually did that good. Some might say that Ben wasn't the sharpest tool in the toolbox.  I must've stayed quiet for a while or Ben wouldn't have seemed so offended when he spoke next.

            "What? You don't think I did that good?" He asked seriously with a baffling tone.

        "I didn't say that!" I said defensively. Because honestly, I believed Ben could get good grades, but sometimes -by the way he acted at school - I would have to disagree. 

           "Okay, okay. But if I get a 90 percent or up than you have to do anything of my request" Ben said quickly. Before I could reply he turned down the branched hallway that lead to the History section of the building. Meanwhile, my mouth was hanging open - on the brink of saying my defensive statement out loud (even when he wasn't around to hear)

   I turned to face my friends that had made their own conversation while I chatted with Ben. Unfortunately they didn't seem to be very interested in what they were talking about before, because now their eyes were following Bens trail. My mouth turned in a frown.

           "Please tell me you aren't looking at his butt" I begged.  I looked at their eyes and they were unmistakably doing what I hoped they weren't. I sighed and threw my palm to my forehead, ugh - some friends I have. 

               "He's fucking hot" Aubrey exclaimed. Her red hair brought out her green eyes while her pale skin made her look fair and gentle. She was definitely the prettiest red head at our school.

              "I agree with Aubrey" Layla chimed. I sighed.

            "Me too, but we should talk about this tonight instead of in the middle of the school walkway with millions of people listening" Jenna butted in. I mentally thanked her, even when we weren't the first people to talk about hot guys in school.

             My friends were a little boy crazy sometimes. Well, actually.... all the time.  But honestly, so was I at times. That was a normal thing for high school girls and I didn't find it weird at all. 

              I loved my friends

       No matter how much they obsessed over Ben.

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The day ended quicker than it usually does for some odd reason. Most of the time it dragged on and on until I felt close to death, but today felt okay.

For once I felt stress free when I left the building that afternoon, and I think it was because I didn't have any homework except a few math problems that I could crack out in less than 30 minutes. Not to mention, my volleyball coach canceled practice since her sister was having her baby. All in all, it turned out to be a good day.

I walked to Ben's car that was currently empty and leaned against the hood, all I wanted was to get away from this hell for as long as possible. I could not understand why it was taking Ben so long...urg.  Usually his football practice didn't start until 30 minutes after school ended, so he agreed to drive me home on my day off.

I probably stood there for another 10 minutes before Ben finally came out with a group of his friends. Brayden, Easton and Sean. The three of them were similar to Ben in a way, but I've never had a real conversation with them. They all smoked and drunk at parties, but the only one who drank heavily was Sean - His addiction never played in his favor.

They all seemed to ignore me when they parted ways and Ben unlocked the car doors for me. I climbed in and wrapped my arms across the chest, letting out a deep sigh I turned to face the window. I wasn't mad or anything - heck no, I was just, irritated. But there was no way in hell that I would ever tell Ben how I truly felt about his so called friends.

"You'd never guess what I got on that test" Ben said once he climbed in. He buckled his seatbelt and threw his bag in the backseat along with a McDonald's wrapper.

"a F" I said jokingly. I sat up straighter in my seat to face him and the disappointment in his eyes. His brown hair seemed a little messier this afternoon than it did this morning, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue. Either way, I couldn't help but smile when he talked.

"No. jeez, I didn't know you had such low expectations for me" Ben said with a small chuckle and a hint of amusement in his voice. I laughed out loud and laid back into the black leather chair.

"Just tell me what you got" I clarified. His lips turned up in a large grin while a big smirk appeared on the right side of his mouth. He was definitely amused, I could tell just by looking at his eyes.

"Are you sure you're prepared? You might want to sit down before I tell you" Ben insisted in this doctor voice he sometimes does. I giggled and wrapped my arms around my chest.

                "Just tell me already" I said. Ben - who was finally giving in - smiled and handed me his graded test. A big A was plastered on the front, with a 91%. He just barely slipped by his bet, which he seemed to have won.

"You have to make me macaroni and cheese for dinner tonight after football. That's what I want for winning the bet" Ben clarified with a delighted tone. Macaroni and cheese was Ben's favorite food for as long as I could remember - since Pre-k all the way to 12th grade. I would often find myself in the kitchen on late nights when he grew hungry because apparently, "My macaroni and cheese is the best" or so he claims.

I often believed that Nicki - Ben's mom - was just equally good at making it as I, but Ben disagreed. Fortunately, that was one of our many secrets that nobody would ever know about.

"I can't. Jenna, Aubrey and Layla are coming over. We're going to order a pizza. How about tomorrow night instead." I said, hoping he would settle with that. He gave a disappointing look and started giving me puppy eyes that made his dimple show. I looked at him pleadingly.

"Ben.. I promise I'll make you some tomorrow. Pinky promise" I said while holding out my bent pinky that was broken many years ago. He glanced at my pinky hesitatingly before taking it in his.

"Fine" He said blankly. I could tell he was frustrated, but only the joking kind. I offered him a smile and he smiled back, because when we're together there's nothing else we can do.