*I have finally finished rewriting this chapter, and I am proud to say, it is completely new. Enjoy and tear it apart nicely! -youreit*
Chapter 2
“No way! You have got to be joking!” Kale’s eyes had to be at least the size of grapefruits by now, if not pumpkins.
“I’m dead serious.”
“So you’re like, famous?”
I laughed. “Nah. But people get impressed when I tell them.”
“So now you’re trying to impress me?”
“Very funny. No, it’s just easier to fool people who don’t know me.”
“You lied?”
“Um, yeah. Do you seriously think I would get picked to write for Time magazine?”
“Well, no, I suppose. But the way you said it made it really believable.”
I bowed to an imaginary crowd. “Thank, you’re too kind.”
He grinned. “So should we maybe, I don’t know, finish this?”
I glanced down at the forgotten worksheet in front of me. “Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me.”
“Anytime. So, what’d you get for number one?”
“Hey! You can’t copy all your answers from me! Unless you let me copy yours sometime…”
“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Awesome. But you’re going to wish you hadn’t done that. I suck at science, and rumor has it, we have a hundred-question worksheet to do today." I grinned. "With partners.”
“What?! That’s not cool. This one only has ten!”
“No take backs. And besides, I’m being your friend. That’s got to be worth at least ninety questions.”
He laughed. “Alright. So, number one?”
I grinned. “C.”
Half an hour later, I was in math class staring at the back of Max’s head. His dark mocha curls were falling on his smooth tan neck in just the right place, making me want to reach out and stroke them. He shifted in his seat, and my eyes became fixated on his muscular shoulders. Oh, how it would feel to rub his sore back after a rough football practice. Mmm…
My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp movement near my left foot. I slipped my tiny foot out of my flip-flop and picked up the skillfully folded piece of paper with my pedicured toes, depositing it in my bag. About thirty seconds later, I pulled the bag into my lab and pretended to be rummaging desperately for a pencil, while I was truthfully reading the note.
You're beautiful.
I looked around, searching in vain for the sender of the note. Could it have even been meant for me? Why would any guy call me beautiful. I wasn’t special. I had long hair that always either fell limp or frizzed up, short stubby nails, and eyes that were neither blue nor green, but rather somewhere in the middle. I never wore make-up because not only did I not own any, but I also didn’t have the slightest clue as to how to put the stuff on.
The idea of a guy thinking I was beautiful consumed me for the rest of the class period, and when the bell rang, I looked down in surprise to find that I hadn’t written any of the notes down.
“Do you want to borrow mine?” I jumped, startled by the musical voice that I instantly recognized as Max’s.
“S-sure,” I stuttered.
He grinned and handed me his notebook. “You can give it back to me tomorrow.
I nodded speechlessly and reverently tucked it into my bag. “Thanks,” was all I could manage to choke out.
“No problem. I’ll see you around, Lauren.” He gracefully swept out of the classroom and left me to stare after him for a minute, wondering if I had simply dreamed this moment. Not only did he know my name, he was willing to do favors for me, too!
Could it have been him who slipped me the note? No. That wasn’t possible. No matter what Kenzie said, it was impossible for a guy like him to like someone like me. Or was it?
I frowned. Of course he didn’t like me; he could choose any girl from our entire grade, and maybe even the grade above us, if he wanted to. How was I different? I wasn’t. And I doubted that I ever would be. But maybe…
I shook my head, attempting to erase all thoughts of the note from my mind, but failed. Stubbornly, I fumbled for my stuff and made my way out of the classroom, unwilling to think about what had just happened.

