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+ 4	Dangerous Love -Part 7 -
+ 8	Dangerous Love - Part 6 -
+ 5	Dangerous Love - Part 5 -
+ 6	Dangerous Love - Part 4 -
+ 7	Dangerous Love - Part 3
+ 9	Dangerous Love - Part 2 - New Kid
+ 8	Dangerous Love - Part 1 - The Beginning

 

 

    Valerie is in her homeroom class, World History, waiting for the bimbo teacher to call her name. Mrs. Peterson is the most hated out of the other five. While she blabs on about how late a fellow student was, Valerie was writing a note to Danielle. So far it read, 'Hey, Dani. What's up? NMH, just counting down the seconds till school's over for today. I'm pretty much bored and it's only homeroom! Jeez! I-'

    "Valerie! I have called your name 4 times already! If this happens again, you will be marked absent! You better pay attention next time!", Mrs. Peterson sais strictly.

    "Yes, Mrs. Peterson.", Valerie lamely replied and stopped writing.

    "Now everyone, I have an announcement." Mrs. Peterson motioned with a hand to a guy. Valerie never seen him before. He stood up and wlked over to the teacher. Mrs. Peterson looked back at the class and said, "Please welcome our new student....Urr, what is you name again?" 

    "Brandon...", he says softly. I guess he's shy..., Valerie thought. But she couldn't help but notice how gorgeous he was. Short dark brown hair...breath-taking hazel eyes...light red kissable lips...and a face that could make Michaelangelo's David turn green with envy.

    "Well, everyone, give a nice, warm welcome to Brandon and please be helpful to him if he needs directions to his next class. Now, today is make-up day, so whoever has missing assignments, please do them or it will end up to be a zero. If you do not, use this time as a study hall."  Then Mrs. Peterson turns to Brandon. "Find a empty chair. Choose wisely for that will be where you sit for the rest of the remaining year. I have grading to do, so just ask any of the students on what chapter we are on. Also, you are excused for tomorrow's test. Any questions?" Brandon  shakes his head. "Okay then, good luck."

    Brandon looks around for a seat. Valerie looks to her right, an empty seat beside her. Looks to her left, another empty seat beside her. She even looks around and no other seat is empty. Valerie never really noticed how unpopular she was. I guess he has no choice..., she thought.

    Noticing the two empty seats beside Valerie, he goes over and sits to her right. He puts his backack under his chair and turns to Valerie.

    "Hey.", Brandon says to Valerie.

    "Hi."

    "Umm, what's your name?"

    "Valerie."

    "Oh. That's cool. I guess you already know mine, huh?"

    "Yup. Brandon."

    "Right. So...what chapter are we on?"

    "Chapter 19, though we're ending it tomorrow with a test. The next one's chapter 20. Ancient Civilizations of North America. You know, Native americans, the Mayans, Aztec, Incas. That kind of stuff. I already studied it last night. I was bored. Now, I have nothing to do."

    "Oh. Uh...okay."

    "So, you know anyone here? You only switched schools, right?"

    "No, I don't know anyone and yes, I changed schools."

    There was an akward pause then. He fingered his black shirt and shuffles his feet. Valerie noticed the shirt. She has one of them too, only in ladies.

    "You like Bullet for my Valentine too?", she asked him.

    This caught him off-guard. "What? Oh. The shirt. Yeah, I like them. One of my favorites, actually."

    "Awesome. They're one of my favorites too. I went to their concert about two months ago."

    "Cool. I go to their concerts also."

    "So. Um. Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

    "Yeah, I have a  twin brother."

    "Really? Wow. Does he go here too?"

    "No, he's home-schooled."

    Valerie looked at him , confused. "Why?"

    He hesitated. Choosing the right words. "Umm, he has a condition...a rare one. Not much people have it...so I can't really say for sure what."

    Valerie didn't really believe him. "Is there any other reason why he's home-schooled?"

    "Not really, I don't know what else there is to say."

    "Okay..." Now, Valerie was really curious now. He was hiding something.....something about his brother he doesn't want anyone else to know. Maybe she could find out somehow....."Hey, Brandon. Do you think you would like a tutor to help you with the next chapter so you don't get lost when we start? Maybe at your house? Or mine?", Valerie asked with her eyes full of hope.

    "Uh...I-I d-don't kn-know...", Brandon studdered, surprised at the question. A pretty, slim goth girl asking to go 'tutor' at his house the first day of school can be alittle weird. "Urrr, I guess that would be okay..."

 

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