Author's Note: This is for the four followers of my story :) And the one favorite. I feel so loved! xD

Chapter 3

The gossip and squeals about Dean Kane attending our school didn't decrease in the slightest yet.

Unfortunately, this Kane guy was in too many of my classes for my liking. So far, he'd attended my Literature, Math, and History classes, and I was crossing my fingers for it to end there. It was simply unfortunate on my part. To be honest, the glares he sent my way in each class made me uncomfortable.

"Ms. Thompson, I advise you to keep your attention on your school work."

I looked up to see Mr. Adams staring at me. The thing is, Mr. Adams doesn't get mad. He doesn't glare, yell, or lose his patience. He's so calm that it annoys the hell out of me. Sometimes, I just want to slap that man…

Just as I was about to apologize, I remembered that Dean thought I was mute and resorted to a swift nod of the head. Nobody noticed that I didn't speak anymore, but I suppose that was an advantage that comes with being the freaky silent girl. Everyone thinks you can't speak.

"Psst! Dakota!" someone whispered. I felt a tap on my shoulder, but chose to pointedly ignore it.

"Dakota Thompson! Psst! Hey!"

The loud whispering got louder and louder, and my patience was wearing thin. Who was this persistent? Why would they choose today of all days to get on my nerves?

The taps on my shoulder were practically stabbing me by this point, so I tore a piece of paper from my notebook and scrawled one simple word down.


The paper was passed back with someone's sloppy handwriting decorating the slip.

Do you know what class Dean Kane is in?

As soon as I read the words, I crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the trashcan. Whoever was sitting behind me let out a loud huff and resumed doing the classwork. Why are all these people so obsessed with Dean Kane? As far as I'm concerned, he has nothing special about him. So what drew these girls to him?

The bell rang too early for my liking, forcing me to get out of my seat and head for Mr. McGowan's math class.

I wasn't as disappointed as I should have been to be going to a mathematics class, because my class period was considered the "fun class." I pushed the door open and the sound of chatter and laughter filled my ears.

Mr. McGowan was always coming late to class. Not like two or three minutes late. Oh, no. More like twenty minutes late. Rumor has it, he's been making out in the Teacher's Lounge with Mrs. Coffrey, the secretary.

Disgusting, right? People over forty should not be making out in school. Actually, scratch that. Once you reach forty, you shouldn't make out at all. I mean, come on people! You've got kids who have kids! No need to scar us for life, eh?

"Sorry I'm late, class," Mr. McGowan apologized, entering the room. "The copying machine got jammed in the Teacher's Lounge."

"I wonder how that happened," someone muttered from the back of the room. The entire classroom erupted into a fit of girly little giggles and cat calls.


I turned to my right to see who spoke, and came face to face with Dean Kane himself. I raised one eyebrow at him, wondering what he was playing at. He noticed me staring and rolled his eyes.

"They make the lamest jokes ever. It's freaking annoying, ya know?"

Surprised, I nodded. Who knew that Dean Kane had a brain? I suppose you really can't judge a book by its cover. That's it. From now on, I will make it a point to try to get along with this Dean fellow.

"Hey, Dean. Do you wanna be partners for the next activity?" a pretty Asian girl asked, batting her eyelashes.

Dean smirked, turning to the black-haired girl. "Sure thing, babe. As long as you'll be my partner for an…after school activity."

The girl giggled and turned to whisper with her friends.

Fuck it. He's exactly what I thought he was when I first saw him. A player. A womanizer. Nothing more, nothing less.

My phone vibrated, drawing my attention. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen where a new text popped up. Almost instantly, my eyes went wide.

I've got your mom…

It was short and simple, and very much to the point. Most people wouldn't reply. They'd tell the police. Of course, since I'm just a freaking rebel like that, I hit the reply button and texted back, a tiny smile gracing the corner of my mouth.

And I've got your sister.

I know what you're thinking. Why the heck am I replying to this freaky message? Could it be real? Did I just sign my death certificate? If you're asking this, I'd laugh.

Miss you, D.

After reading the next text, I couldn't help but tear up a little bit. Adam was my best friend. The only friend I'd made, really. So he won by default, in a sense. I could practically hear his teasing voice in my ear as I pressed send on my next message.

"Ms. Thompson, hand over your phone."

I looked up at Mr. McGowan and my gaze locked on his. When I didn't move, he crossed his arms and leaned back against his desk. It was a surprise that it didn't flip over from the weight…

"I will be taken seriously in this class, Dakota. You are showing disrespect to me, and disrespect to your classmates. Give me your phone right now."

I stood up and slowly made my way to the front of the room where Mr. McGowan snatched my phone from my hand. He glared until I sat back down.

"You may come get it back after school, along with your punishment."

I nodded once, clutching my pencil. When he returned to teaching, I pulled out a paper and started drawing. The thing about me and art is that we don't get along very well. Either I'm talented, or I'm not. It changes, depending on my mood. That's why I failed art for the past few years.

At this point, I was sure I could make an accurate sketch of Mr. McGowan. I proved myself to be correct ten minutes later when I had a picture of the slightly fat McGowan hanging by the leg from a tiger's mouth. Pleased with my handy work, I grinned.


I blinked once, twice, trying to figure out of if I was hearing things. Taking a chance, I looked at Dean, who was staring at my paper.

"You have a lot of anger in you, don't you?"

Oh, Dean. If you only knew…

Author's Note: Like the cover? If you think this is just a fun little story with no plot, you don't know me at all. I like keeping things unexpected.

Who likes Dean? xD

Forever and Always,

Posted: 12/16/12 (PST)