Part 3 "5'0? No that can't be right, I'm 5'1"

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I walk into Mr. Matcherson's class early and take a seat in the same place as yesterday. Soon after other kids started filing in the classroom. 

"You are in my seat," a voice sneers from beside me. I turn and look at the person that it came from. He was pretty tall and pretty scary. He also wore all black. A black sweatshirt with the hood up, black jeans, black shoes, black hair, and even black piercings. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was the white eye contacts he had in and the scary neck tattoo's.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry," I stutter, shakily standing up and gathering my things. 

This guy really terrified me.

"Find another fuckin' seat, Chris," Luke glares at Chris as he passes him. He grabs ahold of my arm gently and he moves me back to my seat. 

 If I were Chris, I would probably poop myself at how scarily Luke is looking at him. But for some reason, I don't think Chris cares.

"It's Chris the dark lord of the underworld, you useless jock," Chris scoffed like everybody already knew that was his whole name. Luke just starts walking to his seat while shaking his head.

The class drags on and I try my hardest to focus on the lesson. After a long hour, the bell finally decides to ring. 

"Thank you for helping me with The Dark Lor- Chris," I correct myself mid-sentence, and look down at my feet. 

I'm a pro at embarrassing myself. 

"Mhm," he hardly takes a look at me before brushing past me and walking out of the class. 

He didn't have to be so mean.

I walk into my math class and sit down in the same seat as yesterday. A few seconds later Luke comes in and sits next to me.

"Alright class, let's get started," Ms. Myers said excitedly, "So, we are doing a really fun activity but in order to do this activity..." she trailed off walking into a closet, "aha, you need these," she said coming out of the closet and holding up tape measures. 

"You will need these to measure the exact height of the person sitting right next to you and you will also be able to help each other for this little project."

Wow okay, so how on earth am I supposed to measure a giant?

"Alright, you may get started now," Ms. Myers says finishing passing out the tape measures.

Everyone stood up with their partners who at the most were maybe 4 or 5 inches taller than the other. Except me and the giant over here. He's got a least 9 feet on me.

Maybe I'm exaggerating just a bit.

I take a glance over at Luke and see he's leaning his strong arms on my desk. I can't help but take a look at the veins that run down his forearms.

After noticing that I've been staring at his arms for way too long, I look back up at him. Expecting him to be looking straight back at me, I see he's doing what I was just doing. 

His eyes run over my barely exposed collarbone before they travel to the rest of me. 

"Damn, you're pretty," he mutters quietly, mostly to himself. I nearly fall out of my chair and my heart begins pounding, a telltale sign that my cheeks have most likely turned a shade of pink. 

Should I respond to that? Does he know I heard him? Am I okay?

"I'll do you first," Luke sighs, removing his strong arms from my desk, picking up the tape measure and I guess, forgetting about what had just come out of his mouth. 

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