ღFive; Say 'Hi!' to Karma

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Five minutes and forty seconds left before lunch begins.

Why is it that whenever you're wait for something, time seems to go on slower? Literature was okay, I guess. I mean, Ms. Collins has been blabbing the same thing for well over two years now, so I have her lessons pretty much memorized.

Anyway, sitting there as the clock ticked was the most annoying part of my day. Two nerds in front were practically drooling over their notes. I didn't have a problem with them, but they weren't just your typical nerds – they didn't have the decency to fix up their appearance. A guy with blonde hair, your typical quarterback of the team, was far too vain for his own good. He kept on winking towards a clique of semi-popular girls, while the others drew doodles around their desks. I, however, was simply observing my peers.

Come on, three minutes have passed after my thoughts.

I wanted to break out of this hell-like prison. I just wish I had Lexie with me, but she was too busy gawking at my brother. I only realized now that the Three A's had every class together, with the exception of history.

Then there was my little argument with Eros. His aura seemed to be different; it was mostly made of cold atmosphere. I didn't know how he was capable of doing so. I mean, he was—is—Cupid! As much as I didn't want to believe it, the evidence to support his claims was overwhelming. Come on, why else would I be attracted to him?

Ring.

"All right, class dismissed." Ms. Collins finally announced.

"Oh my gosh, that class was like hell!" A girl yawned and stood up.

"Finally!" Another student exclaimed.

The rest of the class quickly made their way out, most of them headed to the cafeteria. While I walked down the hallway, a familiar redhead passed by me at the corner of the hall, waving her hand.

"Hey, Lexie." I greeted her, hiking my bag onto my shoulder.

Lexie smirked and nudged me, "So, what's with you and sexy, dark, hottie boy?"

"Who?" I played the fool.

"Duh, the new transfer student, smexeh erotica?"

"Oh, Eros, right. There's nothing going on between us, okay?" I assured her as we stalked off together.

Lexie held her index finger and wagged it in front of me. We entered the cafeteria and lined up to buy our usual meal.

"I still don't believe you. I mean, how could someone as handsome as him be with us?"

"The roasted please," I told the luncheon lady, "And macaroons, too."

"Hey, are you even listening?" Lexie asked me, giving me a funny look.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's just I'm not interested, no matter how 'smexeh' you think he is."

Lexie led me to our usual table, which was near the French windows. Some undiscernible, exotic plant was growing in a terra cotta vase beside us. The whole cafeteria was buzzing with stories of summer. The usual red linear columns surrounded us with the pale painting. Marble floorings covered the ground as the students, once again, trashed them with muddy shoes. Tables set out on different places and spots. The center table was known as the 'The three musketeers'; you should know who they're for.

Yep, in the middle sat the trio. Ach, Aiden, and my nemesis – Austin, those three stupid A's. Everyone thought it was a miracle that the three A's were all so hot and sexy and popular.

"Hello there, good ladies of mine!"

Immediately, Lexie and I both let out a chuckle. We turned to our friend, Kyle. He had blackish-brown hair that almost reached his shoulders, and his eyes were as deep as a charcoal briquette. He was lean, though not too frail.

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