"My name is Makayla, Makayla Summers. I'm a Floridian - born and raised. And though I'm pretty sure I've made it quite obvious to you all," pausing, I looked especially at Damien - the one person who really had the extent of what I was about to say taken out on him, "I hate being here." Damien's lips twitched upwards. "But..." I smiled, jutting my chin upwards. "I think I'll give it a go. What have I got to lose, right? Apart from, judging by what I've seen so far, parts of my hearing."

All of the students clapped dramatically, and I laughed, giving them a little bow before I retreated back to the side of the class where I was no longer in their attention span. Nick joined me, giving me a sarcastic smile as he said, "The answer to your question is: your sanity. This class will drive you crazy Makayla."

Grinning at him, I winked. "I think I can handle it."

I was confident in believing so: I'd handled my parents' divorce and the experience of my dad and I moving to a new city. I'm sure I can put up with a class of a few troublemakers.

Little did I know...

The bell rang loudly, signifying the end of the current period. Damien zoomed to my side in a split second. Raising an eyebrow, I glared at him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to lead you to our next class - AP French," he said happily, looking quite forward to doing so.

"But Leo's my tour guide," I said, irritated.

"Exactly, he's your tour guide, I'm just a friendly classmate helping you find your way around."

Turning my back on Damien without even accepting his offer, I directed a question towards the two other 'acquaintances' I'd made so far. "Do any of you do AP French?" Nick and Leo both shook their heads at me. Nick shot me a pitiful expression, whispering something I couldn't catch to Leo whose smile widened as laughter danced around in his sapphire eyes.

Reluctantly though, I turned back to face Damien who wiggled his eyebrows at me in a flirty manner. "Êtes-vous prêt?" (Are you ready?)

"Oui mais pas avec toi," I hissed and walked ahead of him to only feel him slip his hand through mine, holding it in a couple-like fashion. (Yes, but not with you)

"I'll follow you wherever you go," he teased.

I wish to kill him, I really do.

The End

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