Chapter 70
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"Come sit with me, babe," she calls. James gestured at me to pick him but Beatrice was way better at convincing me.
"Sisters before misters, Charlotte," she says with a smirk, challenging James.
"Misters bring you the cute babies you want," James retorts.
"Yeah, but books before boys," B screams to the other side of the room as she snatches my arm. Guess I was sitting next to her. "I have half a mind, Char, to keep you away from that man. Can you believe he's talking babies with you? This isn't the fifties."
I laugh. She was right. James lost that round. Sure, babies are cute. But I'd like to have them when I am old enough to just die when they get too fussy and tiring.
"He's unusually pale, though," B whispers as I begin taking out my notebooks for this period.
"I heard he just moved into town about a month ago."
"Where did he move from? Transylvania?" She remarks.
Denver was unusually pale. Robert Pattinson pale. Maybe they didn't have a lot of sun in Transylvania.
"Well, aren't you a little gossiping bench?" I heard James's loud voice erupt into the silence in the room.
I spun around to see him fuming mad, looking at Denver who had sat beside them.
I couldn't make out what happened as no words followed that shouting. The teacher arrived and swiftly everyone was back in their seats, including my boyfriend.
"I'm Mr. Ryans and I will be teaching you Logic and Critical Thinking."
"What did you think happened?" B whispered to me, looking back and forth between the ring wrestling and fight that almost commenced a second ago.
"I don't know but James doesn't go off from fighting other people. And he doesn't start them, either," I answered with a slight worry lacing my voice.
"Just a quick note, where you are sitting today is where you will be sitting for the rest of the year. This is logic and critical thinking. Surely, you must have had some logic behind choosing your own seats. And you don't ignore your own logic. Unless, of course, something contradicts it. For any change of seats, you may notify me. Provide a good reason, I won't be so easy to sway," Mr. Ryans says with a pretentious smirk, noticing the uneasiness in his students' eyes.
"So you think the new guy started it," B continues to whisper her observations to me.
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