I'm Warning You ~○~ Robert Downey Jr (Teacher/Student Romance)

Chapter Six: Going Back For Seconds

The alarm sounds. Ugh, it's only 6:30am. The days here are so loooooooong. 7:10am until 3:45pm. The longest schoolday EVER. I throw on a white flowy dress, which is mostly casual but has some decency about it. After putting on some white sandals and messing around with my wavy, shoulder-length hair a little (I add a cute flower crown with little white flowers on too), I'm ready for my second day here at Ashbrook. Damn, I can't believe it's only been two days. It literally feels like a year has passed already. Urgh. I dawdle over to my dormroom door, but double back, deciding I shall put on some makeup. Wow, who's this girl that's taking over my body?! Half a tube of mascara and a stick of nude lipstick later, I leave my dorm. It's 7am, so I still have ten minutes to sign in. After doing so, my first class is Social Studies with Ruffalo. I like that guy, he's cool. When I enter class, knowing no one, I sit down in the same seat as last time. Pretty much smack bang in the middle of the room. A guy sits on my left, his hair's longish and kinda blondish, his eyes are as blue as blue gets. Not bad, not bad. Could do worse, Angel. I curse away the thoughts in my head and take out my equipment for the class. Thank GOD Rebekah isn't in this class. I think I'd need mental help if I had to deal with another class sat beside her. "Sooooooo..." Ruffalo begins, "Take out your books and write the date, then carry on with the paired work from last lesson about...I can't even remember now, you have it, just carry on with whatever it was..." He drifts off, realizing no one is actually listening to him. I heard he used to have anger issues or something, that's why he teaches Social Studies. He used to be a Chemistry Proffessor, turns out something got nasty with some chemicals and he had to leave the science department and move to something else. I guess Social Studies must have been his back-up plan, apparently he never gets angry, not ever. He must be really good at keeping his cool. I turn to the guy on my left and smile at him.

"Hey, I'm Oli," I say, holding out a hand. I don't know who possessed my body today, I seem a heck of a lot nicer than usual.

"Chris," he replies, shaking my hand.

"Jeez, is every guy in this damn school called Chris?"

"No. Almost, but no," he says with a grin. "I'm guessing you met Chris Evans then huh?"

"Yeah, yesterday. Which Chris are you?"

"Hemsworth," he answers. "What's your last name?"

"Olison."

"Oli Olison, that's almost a tongue twister," he says.

"So everyone keeps telling me," I reply with a laugh.

"Oliolisonoliolisonoliolisonoli lollison...lolly polison...oli..." He drifts out and takes his eyes off mine. I sit there pokerfaced until he gives me direct eye contact, when we both burst into laughter. "So then Lolly," he says, still recovering from laughter, "What's Oli short for? Olivia?"

"Something like that," I say smiling, obviously not wanting to tell him my real name. He nods and smiles back. "So what's your story?"

"Well I've been at this school since forever, I'm in a bunch of your classes. I saw you yesterday, but you obviously didn't know who I was so you wouldn't have known. Obviously I knew you because...well...who doesn't, right?" He chuckles lightly, and I giggle too, but roll my eyes anyway. "I saw you in Drama with Downey, you were brave to try it out on him." I can't believe I only just realised, is that...an Australian accent?

"Yeah, his bark's worse than his bite. I have a strong feeling he's like one of those feisty little lap dogs who bark at everything and only shut up if they're sleeping or eating. Other than that, he's okay." Chris laughs again, and I nod too, although I'm consumed in thought about last night. He is like a feisty little lap dog, but not exactly for the reason I just stated... Maybe just feisty, without the lap dog part.