I raised an eyebrow and searched the room for that specific pair of eyes, soon my own eyes fell upon a boy with messy brown hair and hazel eyes alike mine. He seemed somewhat familiar but I was sure I hadnβt seen him at the school before today. "Do I know you?" I asked with raised eyebrows and trying to pinpoint when I had last sighted this peculiar boy. Maybe I hadnβt? My eyes couldbe playing mad tricks on me. Wouldnβt be the first time, damn dysfunctional eyes. He just narrowed his eyes at me and ignored my question, wait, was I just ignored? I was not. I narrowed my eyes and jumped out of my seat and sauntered over to him with my hands on my hips "Whatβs your problem?" I then found him checking me out, slowly and dramatically. I snorted, how rude of him! I flicked his nose and his eyes jumped back to my face but his eyes hid no shame. He did not look guilty, not one little bit! "Excuse me?" "Youβre excused" That was his response? No remorse? No apology? He did not even blink. "Who do you think you are?" I inquired jabbing a finger into his chest, not that this would have too much of an effect. I bite my nails. "Remington Holliday" he drawled as if it were even too much of an effort to say those words, how infuriating. "Ok Remmy, next time you try to check a girl out, donβt be so obvious." I advised him loudly making sure the entire class would have heard it and turned to return to my seat. Unfortunately he had caught my hand. He tugged on it, causing me to stumble back a step. "Youβll be sorry if you cross me again" he hissed so that only I could hear it and I responded by yanking my hand out of his grasp and planting a smirk on my face. "No, Remmy, I will not go out with you." I replied loudly my lips tugging upwards as I made my way back to my chair and as I did so I heard him hiss. I chuckled to myself as the counselling teacher made his way into the room. I sat myself down in my seat with my feet resting against the table and pulled my mp3 player out of my pocket. I then placed the earphones in my, well, ears. As soon as the counselling teacher begun to lecture us I burst out with a "Scotty doesnβt know!! Scotty doesnβt know!! Scotty has to, Scotty has to go!!" The counsellor said something directing at me but it was ignored as I head banged bouncing up and down in my chair receiving wide-eyed looks from all the other kids who were in the room. I felt my ear phones being tweaked from my ears and I looked up with a pout on my face "Reese Anderson!" Surprisingly it wasnβt the teacher that tweaked my earphones out, it was none other then Cross-me-Again boy. He returned my mp3 player to my front pocket groping my leg as he did so. My jaw dropped. "Sir he just groped me!" I cried pointing a finger at The Pervert but the teacher just sighed, his eyes rolling into his head "Sir I have just been assaulted! That is unauthorised physical contact that you just let surpass just then!" "Miss Anderson would you please desist your horrid screeching, it is of no value during these sessions" the teacher drawled and I frowned crossing my arms. Honestly, what had happened to teachers these days? They donβt even give a crap about their students anymore, no wonder America was in the state that it was now. The Pervert sent me a snide smirk and returned to his seat; did he want a death wish?