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I'm currently at the verge of wanting to shoot whoever was constantly clicking their pen. But of course that is not happening since I don't own a gun and shooting people is wrong. 

"Bridget! You stop your daydreaming this instant and focus," my teacher, Mrs. Reed yelled at me. Just wonderful. Yell at the one student who isn't clicking her annoying pen. I need to stand up for myself.

"Well I can't do that," I said while crossing my arms against my chest. "And I have a reason."

Mrs. Reed crossed her arms this time. "Now, do you want to tell me that reason now? Or would you like to tell me it in detention?" Geez. Some cranky lady must be on her period. 

I felt all my classmates eyes' land upon me as they waited to hear my response. I heard the pen clicker click his or her stupid pen even more, making my brain ache.

I looked straight at her and cleared my throat. "I can't focus with someone clicking their pen, I'm getting a headache from hearing that annoying sound. Click Click Click Click," I answered. 

"Worst excuse ever told. Bridget, see me after class," Mrs. Reed declared and went back to teaching. 

"Pst!" Emma whispered from the desk next to me. "Pst! Bridget, hey Bridget," She constantly said. 

"Hmm?" I turned to look at Emma. She was wearing her fleece sweater and her owl earrings her mother had gotten for her as a birthday present. She told me about it, I wonder how I still remember.

"Did you hear, Samantha and Jermey broke up yesterday," she whispered, cocking her eyebrow up. "Did you hear about it? Hm, did ya'?" 

I shook my head, "This is my first time I heard about it. Do you know why they even broke up?" I questioned. Honestly, I don't give a crap if Samantha and Jermey broke up; it's their business not mine, I only asked to make the conversation more interesting. 

Emma was like this. She would gossip, tell stories, spread rumors, but hey, I don't really care. "I don't really know, I heard that Jermey was cheating on her." 

I nodded, "Aw, poor Samantha," I said. 

The conversation about the break up between Emma and I  had ended and the class soon became more quiet. Mrs. Reed was still talking about some boring crap that is important but whatever. 

Then, the silence broke when everyone heard a knock at the door. Mrs. Reed finally stopped talking and went to go see who it was. "Good Afternoon," Mrs. Reed greeted. 

The whole class was quiet that we could hear the conversation that Mrs. Reed was having with whoever was at the door. And yes, the pen clicker decided to shut up as well. 

"A new student?!" Mrs. Reed exclaimed, "Come in, come in," She gestured the new kid in the class. Once he walked in, all the attention went towards him. 

He had dark hair, slightly tanned skin and brown eyes. Just to say, he was handsome. I could already see the girls in my class, including Emma, fixing up their make up, trying to impress him. 

Mrs. Reed finished having a conversation with the teacher who escorted the new kid here and she shut the door. She began to speak again, "Class! We have a new student today, very unexpected but please treat him well!" She faced the new kid and smiled, "Do introduce yourself, young man," she said. 

He cleared his throat and looked at the class. Already I can see some girls falling in love. Barf. He licked his lips and clasped his hands together. "I'm David Wilson. I hope we have a good year together," David introduced and ended with a smile. 

"Very well Mr. Wilson, go ahead and find an empty seat in the class," said Mrs. Reed. David nodded at her directions and went searching for a seat. 

"Tell the new kid to sit next to us!" Emma whispered with excitement. "There is an empty seat right next to you!" I glanced over to see what empty seat she was talking about and she was right, and empty seat just there on my left. 

I rolled my eyes since I knew I would listen to Emma. I snapped my fingers, getting everyone's attention in the class, even David. "I got an empty seat right here!" I hollered at him. 

He didn't say anything back, he just looked to see who was talking and went to the seat. Someone who obeys,  well played, nicely done. "Thanks," he muttered once he dropped his bag on the seat and sat down. 

"It was nothing really," I grinned, "I'm Bridget. Bridget Marlow." 

David smiled, "Nice to meet you, I don't know if you heard me earlier since you are in the back of the class, but I'm David." He grabbed a pencil out of his bag and set it on the desk, along with a notebook.

"I heard you. Say, David, where did you come from?" I asked. I looked to my right and I can see Emma wanting hear about this as well.

He licked his lips like earlier and spoke, "I came from California."

"Cali, beautiful place, which side?" 

"San Jose, nothing special about it though," he replied. 

I nodded, "San Jose is a nice city, what made you move here?"

"My parents just wanted to move to some where different," he replied. "They have a thing for traveling."

"Well I hope you like it here!" Emma cut in. She waved and smiled, "Sorry if I scared you, I'm Emma Couex."

David laughed, "Emma. Cool name, nice meeting you." 

I turned forward to look at Mrs. Reed to what she was talking about but I got bored so I decided to talk to David more.

"David," I called.

He turns his body and looks at me. "Yes, Bridget?" 

"I'm bored and I don't feel like learning, talk to me," I whined. "Plus, I'm hungry." I slumped down on my seat.

He lets out a little chuckle. "Class will be over soon... I think. Until then, you want some chips?" He went in his bag and pulled out a package of chips. 

I sat up straight and gasped, "Of course I do!" Once he handed me the bag, I quickly ripped it open and took a bite of the chip.

"Are we allowed to be eating in class?" David asked. 

"Nope," I grinned. 

"Ahh. You're a rule breaker," David noted. "Makes sense." 

"I don't break them; I bend them, I hardly get into serious punishments, unlike other people." 

"You're really different." 

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked with my mouth all full of chips.

David shook his head, "No. Being different is cool since it's different."

I laughed, "It seems you think like to think about things before doing them." 

He shrugged, "Yeah, I'm that kind of guy." 

"And I'm this kind of girl," I pointed at myself and continued to eat more chips. "What do you want to do today?" I asked.

David looked up at the ceiling as if he were to be thinking. "I saw a football tryouts flyer in the hallway, I'm thinking about joining the team."

"You should, hardly any boys try out so you have a guaranteed spot," I replied.

"Really?" 

"Mhm. Good for you trying out for the team," I grinned exposing my chip stained teeth.

David laughed. "You're very interesting." 

"Why thank you, you seem pretty non boring yourself," I said. "Hey you want to sit with me at lunch?" I asked.

"Me?" He asked, looking quite surprised at my sudden invitation. 

I nodded, "Yeah, why not, right? I think you're really cool." 

David laughs again, "Okay, yeah, I'll take your invite." 

I smiled, "Cool." Then the bell rang signaling class was over and it was time for period 4. 

"What class do you have next?" I aksed David while packing up my things. 

"Math." 

"Really? I have that class too, we can go together, unless you rather walk by yourself, that's cool too," I said.

"I'll walk with you, I don't really know the school campus." 

"Oh yeah. You're a new kid," I mentally slapped myself for forgetting. "Hold on for a sec, I need to see Mrs. Reed." 

He raised an eyebrow, "I'll be waiting outside then." 

"Yeah, yeah, I'll see you in a few," I smiled and stood next to Mrs. Reed's desk.  David seems alright.

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