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My first week has been efficient and most of my teachers are good. Everything is fine, almost. My first test in maths is coming up next week and I'm clueless. I don't know what I'm going to do.

"His tests are very difficult and all of his students fail miserably. I don't know what I'm going to do," Alec says. The sound of chatters and lockers are whipping around the long corridor; in the middle break.

"I want this for my college application but I don't think I'll be able to..." Corbyn appears out of nowhere and stands before me; blocking my way and interrupting Alec.

"We need to talk," He states staring at me. His eyes are vivid and sparkling. His blue ocean that hides in them; is calm without any traces of anger in them. He hasn't even acknowledged Alec standing right next to me, gaping at him; he looks astounded with his jaw on the floor. I look at Corbyn and wait for him to speak. Instead, he turns to Alec.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" He asks in his unique cocky way and I see annoyance surface.

After a few seconds, Alec answers.

"No, actually we..." He tries to speak but of course, he doesn't succeed to complete his sentence.

"I don't give a shit. Get the hell out of here," Corbyn retorts looking beyond annoyed and now, I'm the one gaping at him.

Alec glances at me, ashamed, and leaves. I shake my head as I continue to walk. He's so arrogant. When I reach my locker he leans in the next and peers at me smiling. His mood switches are giving me a headache.

"Hi," His head is cocked to one side and I give him my full attention because something just feels odd. He's grinning at me with that smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

"I want you to do something for me," I giggle. I take my notebook and start writing. We need to 'discuss' this remarkable and unforgettable moment. The moment that he needs me and he formed a sentence without a single curse. What day is today?

Of course, you do. What? He smiles at me.

"Jacob and I need to go somewhere tonight. His parents are fuck..." I raise my finger at him and he stops. I need to enjoy this...

Without cursing. If you say even one I won't do it. He smiles shaking his head and continues.

"His parents aren't happy with it. The last time, things happened and it got dam...really bad. Noah has agreed to fu..." There it is... "to help him cover-up" He tells instead and I giggle.

"You're enjoying this, don't you?" He asks and I nod grinning. "So, Noah is going to cover up for him but since you live there too, we need you to keep your mouth shut. Not that it's a problem. You don't use it anyway," he murmurs with a wicked smile.

My smile fades away and anger takes over. I stare at him with nothing but bewilderment and ferocity. I can't talk because my parents passed away and he's making fun of that. I look at the floor not wanting him to witness my glossy eyes. I take a paper out of my notebook and write FINE. I throw it at him and vanish without a second glance. I hate him.

My second class, it's simple torture. I can't stop thinking about the way he talked to me. He's such a jerk without any humanity or kindness in his system.

"Hello" Noah greets me as I give him a weak smile. After Corbyn, my mood kept getting worst. I just want to go home and sleep. That's all I need right now.

"You okay?" He asks and I shake my head negatively.

"What happened?" I look up to him. I wish all the boys could be like Noah. Gentle, caring, adorable, and kind; an unknown word to Corbyn's vocabulary.

"Noah!" I hear Jacob shout and we turn at the same time to him. He's with a girl and Corbyn. I roll my eyes annoyed and Noah notices.

"What is going on with you today?"

"Did you talk to her?" Jacob questions gazing at me.

"No, I was about..."

"I did," Corbyn interrupted him and I roll my eyes again. Noah peers steadily at me like he has figured out the unresolved problem of the century.

"Corbyn happened," He mutters. "What did you say to her?" Noah asks and for the first time, I think he's getting heated.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Corbyn asks coming closer to us.

"I asked what did you tell her." Noah repeats.

"I asked to fucking cover for Jacob."

"Just that?" Noah doubts with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Dammn it, what could I say to her? Don't tell me she fucking came whining to you!" Corbyn shouts furiously .

"We all know how much of a dick you can be sometimes!"

"Don't you dare..." Corbyn starts saying but I leave. I know this fight is going down for me but without my voice, I can't do anything. I despise these moments that I want to yell and scream but I can't.

When I turn the corner, a strong arm grabs mine and it spines forcefully so I hit in someone's chest. From the high difference and the scent that fills the air I immediately get who it's. Without looking up to meet his blue eyes that I know search for mine, I try to get out of his grip. Needless to say, I fail.

He puts one arm around my waist and with his free hand he titles my chin up. I refuse again placing my hands in his chest in order to shove him off of me.

"Fuck," He grits out angrily and then, he decides to take a different approach.

He slides both of his arms around me and tightens his grasp so much that I can't move an inch. Taking me with him, he pushes me in the wall and rests his weight on me; I can't escape from him. His hands cup my cheeks, obligating me to meet his intense stare. I don't have another choice but to look up.

Blue eyes stare at the green.

His stare is so intense that I feel my heart stop beating and my blood stop running. I would be falling in my knees if he wasn't so close to me, steadying me.

His fingers are touching my cheeks and I'm on fire. I feel like the air has disappeared and I can't do anything else than to beg him to give me some since he's the one that it took it away from me, and replace it with that fire.

I bite my lip and he seems to get distracted by my action. His eyes leave mine and look at my lip that it's being captived between my teeth.

"Don't you fucking run away from me again," He whispers so close to my lips that I think he's going to kiss me. I would be lying if I would say I don't want that; I do.

He frees me but doesn't leave. My body burns under someone's gaze. From the corner of my eye, I see a figure staring at us and I turn towards its direction. I feel my head straining for blood as I recognize the person. Edward.

He's leaning towards a wall in the corner of the corridor and he stares at me with those eyes charged with lust and hunger; I don't like that. I've caught him staring at me a few times and I'm not okay with that. I don't trust him and if any of the stories I've heard it's true; I should stay away from him.

"Amelia," I hear Corbyn's voice and he takes me away from my thoughts. I look at him and then back to Edward. He follows my eyes and sees him. I notice that his body tenses and the muscles under this tight shirt distinguish. His fists on his sides form a ball and his eyes, mirror a rage that scares me.

"Stay the hell away from this guy." he states and with that, he leaves. Is he being serious? He follows me and starts bossing me around giving me orders? Though, I think I should take his second piece of advice and stay away from Edward. About the first, I want to take it despite the risk of getting hurt.

I erase the whole exercise again rolling my eyes. For the last minutes, I've been trying to solve the exercises but fail. I decide to retry huffing annoyed by my lack of success when I feel a soft touch in my waist. In a split of second, I stand up and turn around only to find Corbyn staring at me. His hands are touching my waist and my hands are between us as a barrier.

"What the hell are you writing?" He asks and a small frown is being placed in my brow. As reading my mind, he takes my notebook in his hands.

"What the fuck?" He says looking at my answers. He grabs a chair and sits down as he continues to look at my notebook.

"Sit," He orders and only then I realize that I've standing and gaping at him. I sit down next to his chair and look at my tied and sweaty fingers. He's making me nervous, every single time I'm with him.

"It's not hard, when you have a polynomial of third-degree or greater degree, you find the integer roots through the Horner scheme. If you find that everything else is fucking easy. For example," He starts writing down. I gape at him shocked; I must be dreaming.

"Once you do that, you multiply the product by the result of this," He explains showing me the numbers. I can't see from here but I don't dare move closer. I remember my inability to think and breathe properly the last time we were close.

"Do you get it?" He asks and I stare at him.

"Can you even see from there?" I began nodding my head unconsciously but before I can understand what is going on, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him and I fall in his lap.

I fall in his lap and my arms without taking my permission, they wrap themselves around his neck to keep my steady. His eyes peer into mine wide open and my eyes look at his lips. I get lost stating at those rose full lips. I wonder how many things he can do with that irresistible lips of his. I shake my head thinking what on earth am I doing and when my eyes connect with his, he raises his eyebrows in question.

A wave of heat washes over me and I start blushing. This couldn't be more awkward. I take my arms off of him and move to get out of his lap yet he stops me. He slides his arm around my waist tightly and speaks.

"So, I was saying that you have to extra careful on the first step," He starts pointing numbers and writing down on my notebook the answers slowly, explaining every one of his moves.

My breath has become heavier and I need more effort than before to breathe. My heart is beating crazily quickly and I think that it can get out of my chest at any second. I keep rubbing my hands on my jeans to get rid of that sweat. It's like I've lost every bit of control of my body. He can do so many things to me and drive me insane without even touching me, let alone now that he does.

"Got it?" He questions looking at me and I nod. Surprisingly, did; it's much easier than I thought.

"Cool, now do the next," He states and I feel my heart stop. He puts my pen in my notebook and gives it to me.

I take the pen with my sweaty and trending fingers and start writing, I wait for him to curse or make one of his usual rude remarks but nothing comes out of his mouth. Maybe he's not looking. Once the thought pops into my head, I turn to him. His eyes already on mine and that feeling of heat and fire unfold inside of me.

"Wait, what the hell is that?" I search for any mistake but I don't find any. "This," he points out and I correct it. We continue being like this as I do the rest of my homework.

"Hello?" I lean up to find Noah staring at us with a frown on his eyebrows. I smile at him and continue to write. This is the last exercise and now that I got what I'm supposed to do, there's no way I'll stop. The image of Noah flashes on my mind again and then the realization hits me.

I try to stand up in order to sit in the next chair but Corbyn's hold tightens and he puts his other arm around me too; I'm literally wrapped around his strong arms. My cheeks heat up but I don't make any other move.

When I finish, I hand him my notebook to check it.

"It's correct," He murmurs and I beam.

Thank you, I write.

"You're welcome, He whispers and I see as a small smile form in his lips. I stand up and before I can think about what I'm going to do for a second, I do it.

I lean down and give him a soft and quick kiss on the cheek. I feel him tense but before he manages to look at me, I run to my room.

I lock my room door and a huge grin covers my face.

I'm crazy...