Hi, friends! I knooow This is a little bit long but it's necessary for the story. Hope you enjoy!

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"In the year 1798, Napoleon Bonaparte conquered Egypt." Said Ms York, our English teacher as she paced in the front of the class. Ms York was an elegant-looking tall woman. She had brown hair that was neatly tied in a low bun, deep black eyes and also owned that brilliant kind of smile that made you eager to listen to whatever she had to say.

"I thought this was English class." Said a girl who sat behind me in a bored voice.

"Well, Miss Ricci, if you'd bothered opening your book at page four like I had instructed at the beginning of our period, you would have fugured that this topic is our first reading passage." Ms York replied sweetly but absolutely roasting the girl that just spoke. A few kids snickered.

"So," Ms York continued, looking away from the roasted girl, her smile returning back to her young beautiful face.
"Without looking at your books, does anyone have an idea why the french emperor wanted to invade Egypt?" She asked the class.

"But what if we don't even know who-" Started a boy on my right but Ms York cut him.

"Oh you do know who Napoleon is, Mr Lockwood. You learned about him last year in history. If you don't know who he is then that's your problem." Ms York replied smiling. So far, I found myself admiring Ms York and her sass. I like sassy people.

"So, back to our question, who knows the answer to why Napoleon was eager to go to Egypt that much?" Ms York repeated.

"Well that's obvious." Said a boy with bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair to my left. "He wanted to take a selfie with the Sphinx for sure."

Now, my luck can get really terrible that I sometimes have to take a step back, look at it and be like: What?

Seriously, it's so bad that it's even funny. The same guy I had um.. well crashed into earlier suddenly shows up in my fifth class. It was alomst like luck was slapping me in the face. Very funny.

There he was, sitting two desks apart from me. A mischievous grin on his face as he'd just thrown a sarcastic comment at his teacher.

Ms York narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, Mr Bailey, that was definitely not the reason...but you want to know an interesting fact concerning both Napoleon and the Sphinx?" Ms York asked excitedly, happy to share knowledge outside of the lesson.

I don't want to keep saying, the boy whom I had crashed into because that's something I don't wanna be remimded of, thank you. So I'm gonna call him The Bailey kid.

"Sure" The Baiely kid said, his grin still not leaving his face.

"Well," Ms York started, "Old sayings state that Napoleon wanted to prove how much power he possessed over Egyptians. So, he took some of his men, readied his cannons and attempted to fire at the famous Pyramids of Egypt and destroy them. However, he found the Sphinx to be a smaller easier target, so he oredered them to aim at it instead. Napoleon fired his cannons at the Sphinx's nose leading to its collapse and falling off. This is why if you look closely at the Sphinx these days, you'll find that it's nose is actually missing." Ms York finished. A satisfied smile on her face. I could tell she'd recently learned that information and was hoping to find a chance to share it.

Surprisingly, The Bailey kid looked so intrigued by the story.

"No way! He destroyed his nose?!" He asked, his eyes wide, eyebrows raised.

"I know right!" Ms York replied excitedly. "This belief however was later proven to be false-"

"So Napoleon was a Voldemort follower?!"

The whole class laughed. I might have even laughed too to be honest. It never grows old, making a joke about Voldemort and his nose. Although I don't like it when people mock history, I have to say that I found his comment to be a kind of clever actually.

His expression made the joke alot funnier because he had looked really shocked when he said it.

Ms York sighed shaking her head as if deciding that arguing with that kid was pointless. "Okay, back to what we were saying, does any one have a legit answer," she said that word looking at the Bailey guy who winked at her- actually winked at her! 

"To why Voldemort- I MEAN NAPOLEON!! Oh God..." She covered her face with her hands, definitely laughing now and looking embarrassed. The Bailey boy had a huge satisfied smirk on his face.

"Does anyone know why that french guy wanted to conquer Egypt?" She asked again, looking absolutely done.

I knew the answer. I had done a lot of research on Egypt before because I had wanted to write a story about mummies coming back to life in it and stuff like that. So for the first time that day, I raised my hand.

"Yes, Miss Campbell." Ms York pointed at me.

"Well, Napoleon wanted to cut all the trade routes between the British Isles and India. And Egypt was in the way between them, so he took over it." I answered. It felt really uncomfortable talking in front of the whole class. Jeez, how did that boy do it without showing any sign of uneasiness at all?

"Excellent, Miss Campbell!" She grinned at me. "Now that is what I call an answer" She, again side-eyed the Bailey guy.

"I'm still sticking with mine." He murmured, though it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

I figured he must have been the "funny guy" in class because of how much nerve he had while talking to a teacher like that. 'Funny people' never think twice before addressing whoever was infornt of them. They always talk with so much ease. This is why the majority of people like to be around them. They make them feel comfortable. I however think otherwise. Funny people are not just "funny people". Humour requires deep intelligence and fast mind calculations. It requires a full analysis of the situation for them to be able to determine the exact right thing to say to make everyone laugh....It's a skill not anyone could master. To me, humorous people were rather... intimidating. You never know what's going on in their minds. I mean, they could be making you laugh while silently planning your murder. How would you tell?

Anyways, I was playing with my bangs when I felt a tug on my ponytail. I turned to see girl with brown hair and brown eyes, slyly smirking at me as she made a gesture of moving her index finger across her thorat. As if threating me. Seriously? First day of school and she's already holding a grudge against me? I didn't think she was being serious when she told she'd take revenge on me when we were in the girls bathroom earlier. I had stood up against her because she was bugging a younger girl. I had only told her to grow up. Somehow, she took that as the worst insult in the world and told me she'd make me pay for it. And honestly, her "threat" did nothing to scare me. What would she do? Set up a teacher against me? Ambush me with a group of her minions? I have been in far worse situations before. So I couldn't care less, and continued my day like  nothing happened.

And now she had just made that gesture of cutting my throat. I ignored her and turned back to playing with my bangs. Girls like these make my eyes roll a lot.

"Do it now," I heard another girl whisper form behind me. Apparently she was talking to my supposed "nemesis".

I had  no idea what they were talking about but before I could even think, I felt liquid getting spilt on my jacket.

I turned around and saw that this stupid girl had spilt her smoothie all over my back. Okay that was not cool.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" The girl said, putting her hands over her mouth. Pretending to be innocent.

"What's going on back there?" Ms York asked, annoyed because of the sudden interruption.

I was about to speak, when that brunette girl said, "I accidentally, spilled my drink on her back," she said looking all shocked and ashamed. The girl was actually a very good actress, I'll give her that. But it wasn't good enough to fool me.

She obviously did it on purpose, but there was no way I could convince everyone she was lying. No one would believe me. They would think I'm a bad person trying to blame a girl for an unintentional action. Very clever of her. Even though I was burning with rage, I did my best to show that I wasn't annoyed at all by what she did.  If she was a good actress, I was better. And I won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me pissed off.

"May I go to the bathroom to wash it off my jacket?" I asked Ms York in a neutral tone.

"Sure, Miss Campbell," she replied. "Just make sure to hurry."

I nodded and left the class heading for the bathroom. I took off my dark grey jacket and examined it. It was covered in red. Strawberry. I chuckled to myself. It looked like blood. A thirteen year-old blonde girl in a beanie walking down the school hallways with blood all over her jacket. That would have been interesting.

With difficulty, I had finally managed to wash the strawberry off my jacket and made my way back to class. So that was her revenge then. Not very bad.

As I neared the class I found her, the brunette girl standing just outside of the door, talking on her phone. She eyed me slyly as I opened it and followed me inside. Was she up to something else?

I walked in, the girl right on my heel when suddenly...

BAM!

The worst attempt at faking a fall happened right in front of me.

Seriously, my five year-old sister fake-falls way better than that. The brunette girl was on the ground holding her knee and wailing a little bit too dramatically.

"The beanie girl!" She cried pointing at me. "She tripped me!"

I had no idea how I was able to hold back laughter.

Like, seriously?! She really thinks people will buy that?

Everyone looked concerned. Apparently, no one had noticed that fake fall but me. Hurray.

"Miss Campbell?" Ms York addressed me. "Is this true?"

Be calm, Bree. If you want things to always be in your favor, you gotta handle it calmly.

I cleared my throat. "No it's not, Ms York." I didn't even touch her.

"She's lying!" A blonde girl in the back yelled. She was one of the brunette's minions, I guessed.

"I saw her trip Rebecca!" The blonde minion shouted. How she could possibly see that all way from the back, I had no idea.

The brunette girl, Rebecca continued clutching her knee in absolute pain. She looked up at me looking hurt. I gritted my teeth. Poor thing. 

"Why?" Rebecca asked in a shaky voice. "Is all of that because I accidentally spilled my drink over you? I told you that I was sorry!" She cried.

I closed my eyes to prevent them from rolling.

I took a look around to see how everyone was taking the situation. It seemed like they all believed Rebecca's story and were looking at me like I'm the bad guy. Even Ms York eyed Rebecca with pity and got up to help her.

Alright, Bree. Take action.

"Ms York," I said, stopping her from getting to Rebecca who still remained in the same spot since she fell.

Good.

"I did not trip Rebecca. She faked it," I said confidently.

"Oh?" Ms York stopped and raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

This was all so ridiculous. When Rebecca said "revenge", I actually dared to imagine nasty stuff. Not...whatever that was. This was a child's kind of revenge. But I was still stuck in this stupid situation and I had to get myself out of it nonetheless. I took a deep breath.

"Because," I looked down at Rebecca, lying down in front of me. "If I had really tripped you, then your feet should be right in fornt of mine," I said pointing to where her feet where supposed to be. "Not there," I then pointed at where her feet actually lay. Which was about ten inches away from mine.

She looked busted as the whole class started ooo-ing.

"That doesn't make any sense!" The blonde minion said.

"Yes, it does," I said as I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "How can you trip someone without your foot touching theirs?" That shut her up. The whole class oooo-ed  louder. "Is there a new law in physics that I haven't heard of?" I asked sarcastically. If they force you to play their game, then you gotta play dirty.

"She must have moved then!" Another brunette said pointing at me. Apparently, she was minion number two. I was about to deny, when a red-headed girl spoke up.

"That's not true. Beanie girl hasn't moved since all of this mess has started," she said and a few other kids confirmed. Ms York nodded and looked back questionably at Rebecca.

The red-headed girl gave me a small smile that I returned. Looks like Rebecca wasn't the only one with allies here after all.

Now that everyone was looking angrily at Rebecca, she started to get nervous. "You guys think I'm making this up?" She asked in disbelief. "My knee hurts!" And clutched her- oops, she made another mistake.

"But that's not the knee you were clutching when you first fell, Rebecca," I noticed.

"Oh... it's because both of my knees hurt! The fall was bad!" She said, desperately trying to save the situation.

"Get up, Rebecca," A black-haired girl on the right said in an annoyed tone. "Honestly, even your friends had given up."

There were murmurs of agreement. And even some kids started to look back at their books like nothing ever happened. Ms York crossed her arms and glared down at Rebecca, she was definitely angry about those minutes wasted from our class.

Rebecca finally gave up and got up to face me. Hah, I knew it. She stood only a few inches away from my face.

"How dare you make a fool of me?!" She spat.

My hands were still in my pockets. "Um... actually, you made a fool of yourself," I replied.  I was just telling her facts. I wasn't trying to be rude.

Her face flushed with anger. "Who are you anyway? Some ugly stupid girl in a hat who thinks she's Sherlock Holmes?" She yelled at my face. Her friends laughed hysterically.

I could hear a few kids gasp. I wasn't one of them.

Stay calm, Bree.

I took a deep breath and said only one word.

"Typical."

That caught her attention. She raised an eyebrow. "What's typical?"

I shrugged. "Oh you know, when people feel like they're losing in an argument, they'd yell random mean stuff at their rival to make them feel bad and make it look like they're winning," I said casually.

I could practically see fumes coming out of her nostrils.

"Sadly though, I don't feel at all insulted. So your plan didn't work. Maybe next time? Or would you like to try again?" I said fixing my beanie.

"Alright that is enough!" Ms York said sharply. "Ms Ricci, Ms Campbell, get back to your seats!" Then she eyed Rebecca angerily. "And such chlidish behaviour, Ms Ricci, is not allowed here. You aren't kids anymore."

And with that, we went back to our seats. I could almost feel Rebecca staring daggars at me from behind. I knew I had embarrassed her, but well she asked for it. Mean girls like her should be stopped. I ignored her and tried to focus on Ms York, fiddling with my bangs.

There was still this feeling though that I couldn't shake off. The feeling that someone was watching me. At first I thought it was just Rebecca, but then I could hear her quietly talking to her friends. Her focus had eventually drifted off of me.

What was it then?

Maybe I was imagining things. But the feeling was annoying. I've read somewhere before that the human brain is capable of detecting when someone's staring at you. I decided maybe my brain was right. I just had to find out who...

I glanced at my right. Nothing interesting. Everyone was either paying attention to class or doodling in ther books.

I waited a couple of seconds before I glanced at my left in order not to look obvious. My eyes slwoly moved along the desks. Still nothing.

And then my eyes met his.

On my left, two desks apart from me, was the boy I had crashed into this morning. The funny one. The one with those ocean eyes. And those ocean eyes were staring right at me.

I furrowd my eyebrows. What was he looking at? He hadn't even bothered to look at me twice after our crash.
Maybe he was judging me from what happened with Rebecca? No, his look wasn't a judgmental one... it was more of... confusion. His eyes were narrowed like he was trying to understand something. And I was that something.

He probably didn't realize that I was staring back at him because he tore his gaze away form me after the count of five. I could see his face turn a little red as he ran his hand through his hair. It was strange to see him look so serious after he had been cracking silly jokes earlier.

I turned back to look at my book. I've had enough weirdness for one day honestly.

Long minutes have passed as our English class finally came to an end. Everyone started picking up their things to leave. Rebecca was the first one to exit class. Yeah no wonder.

I got up and headed for the door. That was when Rebecca's blonde friend bumped me with her shoulder causing me to drop my pencil case. I sighed. What a jerk.

As I  bent down to get it, another hand beat me for it. I looked up to see him again...

He was smiling bashfully as he handed my pencil case to me.

"There you go," he said.

"Thanks," I said and smiled back. His face turned redder. What is up with that guy?

"Sooo I suppose you don't remember me? We bumped into each other this morning. Like, literally," he smiled.

I was surprised that he remembered actually.

"Well, yeah... I guess I do," I replied lightly.

He ran his hand thourgh his hair. Gosh, how many time a day does he have to do that?

"Great! So, um.. we haven't had the chance to... you know, be properly introduced," he said, rubbing his neck.

"My name is Conner," he said as he extended his hand to me. The same one he had extended to help me get up when I fell.

I smiled as I shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Conner," His eyes were so blue it was almost like part of the sky was trapped in them. "I'm Bree."

His face lit up. "You have the same initials as mine but reversed," he said.

I hadn't thought of that. It looked like his mind paid instant attention to small details. Which can definitely come in handy in some situations. And it's also -unsurprisingly- a major factor for humour. I liked that.

"So I guess, I'll see you later?" He said then immediately panicked. "In English class, I mean..."

His nervousness made me chuckle. The boy was so sweet.

"Sure," I said smiling. He quickly stuffed his hands in his pockets. A little too quickly. Hmm... people usually do that to hide their shaking hands. Could his hands possiblly be shaking? If so, why?

I checked my watch. "Oh looks like I have to head for biology now," I said.

For a split second, I thought I had seen