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"Hey, Cef.. wait up!"

The tall boy stopped in his pace; half turning to the source of the voice, expression neutral. A moment later, Angelica strode up to him. She gave him a large smile.

"This must be your first year here, right?"

Cef gave her a nod, raising an eyebrow at her inquiry.

"Well, I mean, I pretty much know everyone who goes here, and I so would've noticed you..." Angelica blanched, clearing her throat and starting onto another topic.

"SO, Ahm, What class you have now? I can totally show you where everything is and give you the dish on your teachers."

"Lang Arts. Fern."

"Ah, I've heard Mr. Fern can be a real hardass, but usually on the kids he likes; you know, to challenge them to do beter... whatever. He's upstairs in room two eleven."

"'Kay."

Angelica was pretty sure she had the stupidest look on her face; hell, could feel it, but she just didn't care. This guy... just something about him was so mysterious... and yet so oddly familiar. It was like being given a box you'd never seen before, yet knew what might be inside it. Like those german chocolate kinder eggs her mom got her years ago.

Aside from the aura surrounding him that drew her close, there was the fact that this guy knew about fashion! Giving him a better up and down glance, verse what stolen glances she'd been able to steal in homeroom; she could see his current attire sported an original DoMin-Ique Flare vest, paired with his off the shoulder Sean-John top. That was just hands down ballsy. Monique would surely simmer in a quiet rage for that alone. And his pants? The disregard of tucking the belt end; and the thin chain that disappeared into his pocket no doubt connected to a wallet?

Angelica blinked.

"Uhm, were's your bag? You might need some books; trust me, no one here gives slack for first days."

"Don't need them."

Angelica was about to ask why until Cef pulled his hands up out of his pocket, pausing a moment in his paces. He brought up his hands to his face, making a fame using his thumbs and pointer fingers; and made a little clicking sound.

"Oh yeah.." The girl blinked, remembering first period and how he'd done the same thing when she saw he'd not taken any notes.

He began to resume his walk with Angelica in tow.

"So what's your schedual like?"

"Busy."

Angelica gave him a pointed look, about to throw a barbed retort until Cef turned to face her; showing the tiniest of an upturned grin and a mischevious glint in his eyes. Now she was gaping at him like a fish, feeling a bit of heat across her checks. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"No shit, sherlock, everyone's busy... but like, where do you go after this class?"

"Elsewhere."

"Specifically!"

"Elsewhere in the building."

Angelica was getting fluster; it was like he knew how to push her buttons and it was driving her nuts! Before she could retort, Cef suddenly stopped and turned; throwing a hand out and up; hitting it palm flush against a locker. Angelica had frozen to the spot; both out of shock and not wanting to run into him. Suddenly he leaned in close; causing her to push back against the cool metal of the lockers. She could feel his breath on her lips as he spoke.

"Be here after class." It wasn't a question. It was more like a request... no... more like a command.

But not a harsh one.

And then just as suddenly he pushed away with his arm, spinning in his spot and disappearing into Mr. Ferns class. Angelica was still plastered to the lockers when Susie walked up to her, an eyebrow raised.

"And why, pray tell, do you look like your parents just told you they're taken your credit card away?"

Angelica's gaze snapped to Susie, her trance broken. Then without warning, she giggled goofily and slid down to the floor.

"Ugh... Please tell me this isn't another teacher crush." Susie mumbled as she rubbed at her face.

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Small blurb from the story. Somewhere in the midst of what would be chapter one, I suppose. Fu fu fu...

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"Hey, Cef.. wait up!"

The tall boy stopped in his pace; half turning to the source of the voice, expression neutral. A moment later, Angelica strode up to him. She gave him a large smile.

"This must be your first year here, right?"

Cef gave her a nod, raising an eyebrow at her inquiry.

"Well, I mean, I pretty much know everyone who goes here, and I so would've noticed you..." Angelica blanched, clearing her throat and starting onto another topic.

"SO, Ahm, What class you have now? I can totally show you where everything is and give you the dish on your teachers."

"Lang Arts. Fern."

"Ah, I've heard Mr. Fern can be a real hardass, but usually on the kids he likes; you know, to challenge them to do beter... whatever. He's upstairs in room two eleven."

"'Kay."

Angelica was pretty sure she had the stupidest look on her face; hell, could feel it, but she just didn't care. This guy... just something about him was so mysterious... and yet so oddly familiar. It was like being given a box you'd never seen before, yet knew what might be inside it. Like those german chocolate kinder eggs her mom got her years ago.

Aside from the aura surrounding him that drew her close, there was the fact that this guy knew about fashion! Giving him a better up and down glance, verse what stolen glances she'd been able to steal in homeroom; she could see his current attire sported an original DoMin-Ique Flare vest, paired with his off the shoulder Sean-John top. That was just hands down ballsy. Monique would surely simmer in a quiet rage for that alone. And his pants? The disregard of tucking the belt end; and the thin chain that disappeared into his pocket no doubt connected to a wallet?

Angelica blinked.

"Uhm, were's your bag? You might need some books; trust me, no one here gives slack for first days."

"Don't need them."

Angelica was about to ask why until Cef pulled his hands up out of his pocket, pausing a moment in his paces. He brought up his hands to his face, making a fame using his thumbs and pointer fingers; and made a little clicking sound.

"Oh yeah.." The girl blinked, remembering first period and how he'd done the same thing when she saw he'd not taken any notes.

He began to resume his walk with Angelica in tow.

"So what's your schedual like?"

"Busy."

Angelica gave him a pointed look, about to throw a barbed retort until Cef turned to face her; showing the tiniest of an upturned grin and a mischevious glint in his eyes. Now she was gaping at him like a fish, feeling a bit of heat across her checks. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"No shit, sherlock, everyone's busy... but like, where do you go after this class?"

"Elsewhere."

"Specifically!"

"Elsewhere in the building."

Angelica was getting fluster; it was like he knew how to push her buttons and it was driving her nuts! Before she could retort, Cef suddenly stopped and turned; throwing a hand out and up; hitting it palm flush against a locker. Angelica had frozen to the spot; both out of shock and not wanting to run into him. Suddenly he leaned in close; causing her to push back against the cool metal of the lockers. She could feel his breath on her lips as he spoke.

"Be here after class." It wasn't a question. It was more like a request... no... more like a command.

But not a harsh one.

And then just as suddenly he pushed away with his arm, spinning in his spot and disappearing into Mr. Ferns class. Angelica was still plastered to the lockers when Susie walked up to her, an eyebrow raised.

"And why, pray tell, do you look like your parents just told you they're taken your credit card away?"

Angelica's gaze snapped to Susie, her trance broken. Then without warning, she giggled goofily and slid down to the floor.

"Ugh... Please tell me this isn't another teacher crush." Susie mumbled as she rubbed at her face.

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Small blurb from the story. Somewhere in the midst of what would be chapter one, I suppose. Fu fu fu...