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As I reached out for the doorknob, it turned on its own accord, the door swinging open to reveal… David? I swallowed the lump that dared form in my throat. Why would I get my hopes up that it was Ian? He was sitting at his desk, getting the lesson ready for the day. David smirked, leaning against the doorframe. He looked different, somehow he gained a bit of muscle tone and a tab since I last spoke with him. Also a bit of confidence. "Hey, Persephone." he chirped. I arched an eyebrow, crossing my arms. His body was blocking the doorway. "Hey. Can you do me a favor?" "Yeah?" "Get the hell out of my way?" I shot back, giving him the sweetest smile I could muster. Instead of usually doing what I asked, he only snorted in response, shifting to obstruct my path even more. I narrowed my eyes, pushing a hand through my hair. What the hell did he want? "I wanted you to come to a party I'm having next week." he said nonchalantly. "And I won't try anything. I swear." he added, crossing his heart. "Why do you want me there?" I asked. "Because you're pretty cool… you know, you're probably the only one that asks why they get invited to things." "Whatever. I'll think about it." Anything to shut him up. I needed to get to my desk. David grinned, stepping away from the doorframe, allowing me into the room. I quickly walked into the class, right after the bell rang. Sitting in my desk, I groaned internally. David made me late. "Try to get to class on time, Miss Stathis." I looked up almost immediately. Ian's back was facing the classroom, and he was writing a long equation on the board, shifting every few moments to start the next line. I tapped my pencil against the wooden desk once, twice, three times, before allowing myself to respond. "Sorry. David kept me busy at the door." I turned in my seat to shoot a look at him. He only smirked. Looking back to the front of the room, I saw Ian's posture stiffen, only a bit. Nobody else would've noticed it, but I did. Did I already make him upset? I regretted coming to class already- "Well since you're not busy anymore, come solve this equation at the board." he said, finally turning away from the whiteboard. The class visibly cringed at the array of numbers, letters, and symbols neatly lining the board in black. I stood up slowly, making my way to the front of the room. I felt everyone's stare on my back as I stood in front of the room, facing the huge equation before me. "Fine." Ian's gaze flickered to me, and I kept my expression blank, holding out my hand for a marker. He paused for a moment, slightly arching an eyebrow at my outstretched palm before passing me a red marker. Our hands brushed together, and I pretended not to notice the surge of heat that flowed through my veins, turning to the board. I fought back the tears that stung my eyes, blinking them out of existence… we went over this back when he was my tutor. That seemed so long ago, yet so recent. I shook the thought from my head, quickly writing on the board. I crossed out numbers, rewrote, multiplied on both sides of the equation, brought variables over, used all the rules I could remember. I felt the marker squeak in protest as I neared the bottom of the board, the equation almost complete. "Persephone." I ignored him, only writing faster. My hand began to hurt I was pressing on the marker so much. "Persephone, I can"- "I'm almost done:" I muttered, writing the last number with a flourish. I wasn't about to let him help with this problem. I could do it myself. "Miss Stathis"- "What?" I snapped. And then the marker broke. I blinked, releasing my grip on the ruined marker, and the halved writing utensil dropped from my grasp in two jagged pieces. The ink splattered onto the board and floor, giving the room an unfortunate bloodied crime scene effect. The class quieted down as I stepped away, and I glanced up at Ian. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "I'm sorry." I said quietly. Ian looked down at me, something I couldn't quite read flashing across his features. He looked down at me to respond, but he was cut off when a bunch of girls leapt from their seats, offering to help. "Mr. Hall! Let me clean that up"- "No, me Mr. Hall! Please?" "Pfft. I'm his favorite student, I should get to clean up!" I sighed, taking my chance and walking off as he was bombarded with girls all around the room. Sitting back at my desk, I rested my head on the cool surface. Stupid fangirls… "Persephone"- It didn't take a rocket scientist to know who called my name again. I didn't bother looking up, exhaling sharply. "I'll go to your party, David, alright?" I could practically hear him grin, and he plopped down in the empty seat next to me. "Why the long face?" "…it's complicated." ----------------------------------------------- Deerppppp. Random update-