It All Began With A Song [Editing]

Chapter 2: Obsessed With The Number Two

Help me before I get a seizure.

"Then, Mr. Blockhead, how about you get yourself up, go eat lunch, and then go after 'your target'."

Blockhead suits him.

"I brought my lunch bag with me," he points nonchalantly to the brown sack on the white tile floor.

"You're not allowed to eat in here, and what about your 'next target'?"

Mother Nature, what have I done today to make you punish me?

As if on cue, Mrs. Standsberry emerges in carrying stacks of papers in her hands. "Natalie, have you completed your-- " She stops mid-sentence when she saw Chase. "Oh, hello Chase."

"Hi Mrs. Standsberry. Would you mind if I eat my lunch here?" He then extends his arm and points his finger at me. "I would like to help her out."

Oh no he just did not.

Mrs. Standsberry blinks for a split second before placing her gigantic bundle of printed papers onto her neat wooden desk, "Sure, no problem! I shall eat my lunch in the teacher's louge. Natalie, once you have completed your two worksheets, please put them on my desk. Then, you may go to the lunch room and get your lunch. You may not, however, eat in the lunch room because you still have lunch detention with me! Understand?"

I don't even understand why teachers like this boy. I mean, he's a freaking arrogant and cocky guy.

"Yes ma'am."

"I trust that you two won't damage anything in this room." With that, she leaves the room. As soon as the door shuts, I feel my phone vibrate again; it was from Seth.

Oh don't worry, Mrs. Standsberry, we totally won't grab your labtop and throw it across the room.

Detention again? Nat, why does it seem like you always get detention?

In response, I answered:

Honestly, I have no idea... Maybe I was born to be a trouble maker? Plus, Mrs. Standsberry hates me! -_-

"Who are you texting?" Chase questions me as he starts to unpack his lunch sack, which contains two bags of sandwiches, two bags of chip, two bags of carrots stick, and two bottles of Coke.

Is this dude obsessed with the number "2" or something? "None of your business. Now I would gladly appreciate it if you just leave me alone." I snap back at him.

"What about your lunch?" He cocks his head curiously, "Aren't you hungry?"

I finally turn to face him, "I didn't bring any money, and no, I'm not hun-- " Grrrrrrrrrrr! I sigh; darn you stomach! Why did you have to growl! Out of all this time, you choose to growl at this moment?!

He chuckles articulately and hands me a sandwich, a bag of chip, a bag of carrot sticks, and a bottle of Coke, "Here."

"No," I puff out a breath. It would have been convincing if my stomach doesn't choose to growl for the second time. The only difference is that it's louder than the first time.

The odds definitely are not in my favor today.

Laughing again, he declares, "Even your stomach is telling you to listen to me, sugar cane. Just eat them; they're not poisonious, I swear."

Oh well... I might as well listen to him... The last thing I want is to starve myself... Even though I'm frowning when I open the bag of sandwich, I begin to gradually smile as I chew the foods. I gaze at Chase from the corner of my eyes and finds him staring at me. "Why are you staring at me?" I attempt to say that, but since my mouth is full of food, it sounds more like this: "Wu au wu aring at ne?"

He starts to crack up as soon as I embarrassingly say that. "I really don't know why," he's finish with eating all of his food. I stare at mine; there's only the bag of carrot sticks and the bag of chips left.

Tearing open the bag of carrot sticks, I say, "Fine." I still don't get it. If he is going after Rebecca, then why is he eating and sharing his lunch with me? I will say that he is being sweet, but this is Chase Parker we're talking about. He's one of the top players in this school.

He gets up from his seat and stands in front of me with his hands in his pockets, "Are you done with this worksheet?"

"No," I admit, "I have five questions left that I hadn't answered yet."

He grabs my worksheet from my desk and begins examining it.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"I'm helping you answering the questions, sugar cane, before the bell rings."

"S-sure?" Okay, so now he's being nice to me? I thought we're just arguing a few minutes ago.

Right on time, the bell rings to warn us that lunch period is over. "Here," he hands me the paper, "I circled the answers to the questions." Grabbing his brown sack, which now contains trash, he declares, "Bye sugar cane." The next thing I know, he leans down to plant a kiss on my forehead and strolls out of the room with his usual smirk plastered on his arrogant face.

What the waffles?!

Song: "Demons" by Imagine Dragons

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