This is the same as No Naughty Thoughts except from Rachel's POV. Now we see why she got scared!! Sorry about the song. It won't play on my phone. It might on yours. If it won't, watch it on YouTube please! This is where I got the inspiration for this story.

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Rachel was walking to school when her only friend Jenny, or more commonly known as Jinx, can running to catch up. She slowed down so Jenny could walk by her side.

   "Hey Rae."

   "Don't call me that." Jenny laughed. That was her reaction every time. Garfield was the one that started it. When he heard her name, she was automatically given a nick name.

   "So, what's going on?" Raven sighed.

   "Nothing much. I got a new book. But it's on the top shelf of my locker." Jenny laughed (again) at the look on Rachel's face when she said the last part.

   "Don't worry. I'll be there to watch your struggle as you try to reach the 'forbidden top shelf'." Raven glared at her playfully.

   "You are no help whatsoever." Jenny smiled.

   "You're welcome." They reached the school and went to their lockers. Jenny got her math book out, then turned to watch Rachel try and get her newest book. Every other senior in school was taller than Rachel. Jenny looked at the book title. The city of bones. Interesting. (Don't own that by the way.) Jenny stayed to laugh as Rachel bit her lip and reached higher. Biting her lip was a habit Rachel got into. She bit her lip whenever she was embarrassed, thinking hard, angry and trying not to say something, etc. She looked to the side and saw Garfield staring at Rachel. Jenny smiled at him and told Rachel goodbye.

Rachel turned to say bye to Jinx.

   "Bye Jinx." She looked back at her locker, determined to get her book off the 'the forbidden shelf' as Jinx called it. A hand reached behind her and grabbed the book, causing her to gasp and turn around to see who it  was. It was a boy. Her had shady golden hair, bright green eyes, and a lean muscle build. He handed her the book. For a minute he just stared. She didn't like the way his gaze kept going to her chest.

   "Can I help you with anything?" She asked in a raspy monotone. He smiled as he looked at her face again.

   "Yeah, actually. I got you for a tutor. When do you wanna meet?" She surveyed him. Wracking her brain for information.

   "Garfield Mark Logan. 6"3. Soccer team captain. Shaggy golden hair, bright green eyes, lean muscle build. 17 years old, senior." She recited. He looked amused with some curiosity.

   "What was that?"

   "I've heard of you. Just checking my facts." He smirked suggestively.

   "So, you got my facts?" She glared.

   "I know almost everything about everyone at this school. I wouldn't choose you of all people to get to know." His smile faltered, but then was down out by his obvious curiosity.

   "So, you're my tutor. When do you want to meet up for tutoring?" Rachel looked around him, trying to find a way to escape. He must have seen this, for he pushed her closer to the lockers. She stayed to remember Malchoir. The way he did almost the exact same thing. Her eyes widened in fear. He saw this and looked really apologetic.

    "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

   "It's okay. Meet me at the bleachers after soccer practise today." With that she left.

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Sorry if I didn't get what they said right. I can't write and look at the last chapter at the same time. This is from Rachel's POV. If you're wondering about the Malchoir thing, he tried to, how to put this, "assault" her. He did NOT succeed. Just in case you're wondering. Bye!!!