Chapter Five

Nora walked into the class and sat on her seat as I had written halfway up onto a page in my dairy.

Trying to peek into my dairy she leaned closer, but I had covered it with my notebook.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but try and take a peak," she said leaning back into her seat and placing her things down. "I just noticed that you write a lot. What do you write about?"

I resumed writing without replying to her. My heart was still beating wildly and I was afraid that I would give myself away by speaking.

She did not say anything, probably thinking I was not in the mood to speak. She had learned that quickly when we first met here in class on day one.

The teacher - Mr. Laye - announced a quiz after finding everyone was here.

During the quiz my thoughts constantly drifted towards him, wondering if he would actually follow through on it.

I could ask Nora about him, except when she finds out that not only was I invited to the party, but invited by him of all people.

How could I agree to go when gossip would fly like hot cakes? I pout inwardly and finish up the quiz.

Nora sat at her desk waiting for me to collect my stuff. We headed out of class and I noticed a couple ladies standing by him.

He caught my eye and surprisingly left them. I could only imagine that he was following up more on his word by ignoring the ladies that pursued after him.

"That's weird, normally you think Mr. hot playboy would cuddle up in the arms of those women," Nora gasped, catching wind that something was happening and wanted the scoop.

Seeing that she noticed meant others had as well. It seems that many people would be after the truth and at the thought of that, I urged Nora forward to her class.

Lorenzo had caught me walking to my next class after I parted from Nora. He said that he had to meet up with someone for a project during lunch. I replied that it was fine, but he still apologized.

When lunch rolled around I saw Nora eating with her boyfriend Leo, and Lorenzo was busy too. That left me to be alone for the afternoon.

I brought a piece of lasagna to my mouth and went to cut another piece as I chewed.

Hearing footsteps getting closer and closer to me, I looked up. I did not like what I seen. Mr. playboy of bad boys was walking straight to me. Greeting me before plopping down next to me. In turn, I had inched away from him, putting a piece of lasagna in my mouth to chew my frustrations.

After he took a bite of his own lasagna did he speak, "Do you normally eat alone?"

After seeing me shake my head no he asked another question, "Are you always so quiet?"

He had not meant to offend, but I still tensed up and continued with my third piece of lasagna.

Thinking that this was my answer - which it was - he apologized. I was a bit startled that he did, I mean he did chase after girls and I assumed he had never done so before.

"It's alright," I quietly replied.

"About the party...." I gazed up a bit, interested in what he was going to say. "...it is intended to wear a mask and I want to make sure you actually go."

"Then pick me up," I boldly suggested and brought and more lasagna to my mouth.

"Where?" He immediately liked the idea.

Not wanting to disclose the information I told him to wait till the day comes closer. He put on a sad look and whined the word please. I admired his determination but still I did not tell him.

Seeing that I had no more lasagna to eat, I frowned. Unknowingly, he had noticed.

Tapping my shoulder I turned my head wondering what he wanted. He had his fork lifted and placed it in front of my lips. There was some lasagna on it.

"Come on, it's just a bite," he urged.

Giving in I parted my lips, feeling embarrassed. Then he moved it into my mouth, and I moved my head away after taking the food.

"That's a good girl," he praised, earning a glare from me as he placed his fork back onto his tray.

He even patted my head like a dog which made me lower my head. I sucked it up and ate my vegetables.

When I looked up at him he had finished his lasagna and started on some cucumbers. And looking past him, a group of girls were huddled down the hallway taking glances towards us.

I turned my head away, wanting to leave before they decided to come over here. Touching my hand he told me not to worry and that he had asked one of them to keep the others away. Instead he gave me brand new worries that shivered down my spine.

"Are you finished?" he asked, looking at my nearly empty tray.

"Yeah."

With my response he replied that he was too. I had looked on his tray finding the broccoli untouched.

Did he not like broccoli or was he simply not in the mood for it? If anything it did not matter to me.

After he stood up, he offered his hand to me. Not wanting to argue I let him pull me up.

We both had left down the way that did not have a growing number of girls huddled together.

Dumping my tray I left him to gather my stuff at my locker and head to class. I had spent it worrying over all the girls who were idling at the end of the hallway watching and probably whispering to each other.