[All Rights Reserved. Saving Rose by @PointTrueNorth]

This chapter is dedicated to @Imagine_Fangirl for being one of my biggest fans and supporters. Thanks mate! :D

A/N: Hello, my dear readers! Sorry for not updating quick enough, but I was writing and editing as quick as possible. Wattpad had this problem with the saving of a part for a book so I ended up retyping about 9 times. It was long work. But enjoy this new chapter!

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|C H A P T E R 2| Recognizing Him for the First Time

"And so, the neutrons and protons circle the nucleus in an atom and blah blah blah...".

I wasn't really listening to Mrs. Jackling, our science teacher, anymore. I had zoned out and focused my eyes on anything but her lesson and blazing outfit that hurts the eye.

"Psst!"

I tilted my head lazily to the right and saw Marisol waving her phone at me and mouthing the words 'Talk to you through texting'.

With nothing else better to do, I mouthed back the words 'Got it'.

I dug my hand into my purse and pulled out my iPhone. I kept it under my desk so that Mrs. Jackling couldn't see it and I looked up once in a while so that nothing looked suspicious.

My phone vibrated in my hand and Marisol's message popped up on the front of my screen.

'Hey, whatcha doing?'

'Nothing,' I typed back.

'Aw, that's too bad. You bored?'

'If you mean bored enough to chuck Mrs. Jackling out the window then yeah, I am.'

'LOL. Don't worry. You aren't alone. I missed half of what she said yesterday by sleeping.'

'I didn't hear anything she said yesterday.'

'Well, that's too bad. She actually said some pretty useful information yesterday for the test tomorrow.'

'What test?'

But before Marisol could reply, Mrs. Jackling's sudden stern voice boomed across the classroom, startling me and causing me to almost drop my phone.

"Ms. Fyer. May I ask what you are doing during my class?" she asked and peered over her glasses at me in that old fashion way. There was a rumor a few months ago about how Mrs. Jackling might have came from the 1900's because everything she does, including her fashion sense, is outdated. For all we know, she might be a hundred years old.

"Nothing," I replied quickly, stuffing my phone back into my purse. Mrs. Jackling didn't look very convinced.

"Are you sure, Ms. Fyer?" she pressed. "Perhaps my class is too easy for you? Maybe I need to make it more challenging."

I wanted to scream 'No, it's boring and lame as hell! Go back to where you belong! Earth is already full!'. But instead, I shook my head.

"No ma'am. I'm sorry for disturbing the class."

Mrs. Jackling sighed and set down the piece of paper that she was reading out of. She strode over to my desk and stopped directly beside me.

"Ms. Fyer," she said in a low and dangerous voice, one she use before she pounced on her victims. "This is not the first time you have rudely disrupted my class."

I didn't look up and kept my gaze glued to the carpet.

"I can't have this happening anymore," she continued. "You are keeping others from getting their knowledge. See me after class."

Speaking the last word, she turned on her heels and walked back to the front of the room. I slouched down in my chair and pouted.

My phone vibrated again in my purse. I turned to look at Marisol and she pointed at my purse while holding a sheet of paper with the words 'Read it' scribbled across it.

I sighed and turned to look at the front of the room. Mrs. Jackling had resumed the lesson on page 137 and continued where she had left off about parts of an atom

Seeing that the coast was clear, I pulled out my phone and opened it to the message section.

'Jackling's stupid' it read.

'No duh. What does she want from me? I already said sorry.'

'Well, whatever she wants, let's hope that you come out alive.'

'Thanks for being positive.'

'You're welcome.'

I heaved a sigh and closed my phone, tossing it back into my purse. Mrs. Jackling talked away for the rest of class about parts of an atom.

The bell rang and kids immediately got up and rushed out the room, their binders half closed and papers flying out of it.

I hastily packed my backpack and was about to run out the room as well, but Mrs. Jackling stopped me.

"Ms. Fyer, I believe I have asked you to stay after class," she said and sat down at her desk. I looked desperately at Marisol for help, but she just shrugged and mouthed the words 'good luck' before walking out. I groaned internally and dragged myself to the front of the room.

The only person left other than me and Jackling was a boy with dark brown hair who sat by the window at the very back of the room. I noticed him once or twice, but never got his name.

He was stuffing papers and pencils into his overflowing backpack, overloaded with textbooks. He zipped close his backpack, heaved it onto his shoulders, and was about to walk out as well when Mrs. Jackling called to him,"Samuel, can you stay for a moment as well?"

My eyes widened. Samuel? Samuel as in the Samuel Rose who spilled coffee on me the other day and ruined my outfit?

Samuel stiffened and visibly gulped before muttering a soft 'yes ma'am' and shuffling to stand beside me.

I almost didn't recognize him. When I last saw him, he had a Starbucks cap over his hair, covering it so I couldn't see his hair color. But his eyes stayed the same. That hazel brown never changed.

I scooted a little to the left, staying as far away as possible from him.

"Now," Mrs. Jackling said, propping her elbows onto the desk and setting her chin on her hands. "Let's start shall we?"

Samuel kept his gaze on the floor and shuffled back and forth.

"Um, is there something that you need?" I asked promptly, wanting to get over with this as fast as possible. Staying in one room with Mrs. Jackling for forty-five minutes is already enough, but adding extra time to that number is going to drive me insane.

Mrs. Jackling smiled. Not the normal smile that teachers give you when you're walking down the hallway in the morning, but the one that tells you trouble is coming.

"Ah, yes," she said. "Like I told you countless times before, you are failing not only my class but your others. So, I came up with a way to help you with that."

Samuel looked up confused and asked,"But what has all this got to do with me?"

Mrs. Jackling's smile widened, making her look like a raccoon with huge, black eyes.

"That's where I'm getting to, boy," she told him, a bit of sweet venom dripping off her voice.

She turned back to me. "Ms. Fyer, I think that a tutor will help you in this case."

I stared at her. Having a tutor will mean more studying and I hate that. I'll rather spend my time choking down a banana milkshake than listening to some random person talk about useless things for a hour

"B-But..." I stammered.

"Worry not, Ms. Fyer," Mrs. Jackling said. "I already found your tutor."

I wanted to run. Anywhere on this Earth was better than here. I don't want a tutor. That's end of discussion.

Mrs. Jackling leaned back in her chair and smiled maliciously like a predator about to jump her prey. "Samuel Rose, one of the top five students in Baltimore High, will be your tutor for all of your subjects."

~*~

I slammed my locker shut loudly and stormed down the hallway.

"Wait! Eleanor!" someone called behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know that that voice belongs to Samuel Fucking Rose. I ignored him and continued stomping, anger building up in my chest.

I was mad. Mad at Mrs. Jackling. Mad that I have a tutor who just had to be Samuel. Mad at everything.

"Eleanor!" Samuel yelled again, this time his voice nearer to me. His footsteps thumped on the ground as he ran past me and planted himself right in front me, causing me to stop. He bent down, putting up a hand, and gasped for breath.

"S-Sorry... About yesterday and... What happened... Right then..." He managed to say between breaths.

I crossed my arms and glared at him. "How's saying sorry going to change everything? Now I'm stuck with you."

Samuel swallowed and straightened up, but lowered his gaze so that he wasn't staring directly into my eyes.

"I know it's not going to change anything," he said softly. "I just wanted to at least apologize to you."

I sighed and uncrossed my arms.

"Whatever," I huffed and turned to walk away again. Samuel didn't follow me this time. But I don't care about that. He's the one who first ruined my life. Not me.

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A/N: And that's it for Chapter 2! I can't believe it. That was LONG. Way longer than all my other chapters for my books. But the good news is, I have big plans for this book. It's cliche so far, but remember, this is only chapter 2. This is no bad girl/boy book. This is a book of fate.(woah, that sounded deep...) See you all in the next chapter!