Not Edited. (None of my chapters are ;( )

Recap: Savannah called Sam to pick her up and he sent someone to get her from Denny's after hooking up Ryan with some dude. She's still worrying about how she would be able to confront Matt of being gay. Meanwhile, Vincent is the surprise driver. Savannah decides to skip school for once and have fun... with Vincent.

Chapter 20: Def. of Friends and a Human being

The silence in the car made me start to regret my decision. But only at first. I thought about all the assignments I would be missing and would have to make up. The perfect attendance award that I get every year. The physics test I think was today. And my mom.

Especially my mom.

She never coached me to be smarter than the others in my class or encouraged me to do great on a test, but I know that on the inside, she is so proud of me for my grades and studies. I never let her down when it came to that. She may or may not care that I skipped school today, since she is in love with the boys. But the thought still lingered of being punished... for life.

I glanced at Vincent and all my troubled thoughts suddenly vanished when I met his cool blue eyes for a quick second. For a moment, I saw something flash in his eyes, before he put his gaze back on the road. Where it should have been.

“You're not having second thoughts are you?” He mumbled with a blank face. Not one detail or expression was given away on his face to decipher his cryptic thoughts.

Vincent DeMarco; the dark and mysterious one.

The number one guy that girls would fawn over because of his concealed allure. I wouldn't say he was all that much secretive, but it didn't seem like any time soon for him to reveal everything about him. I was practically a stranger.

“No-” I tried to answer, but he ended up cutting me off. This caused me to roll my eyes.

“I can just drop you off right here if you don't want to skip and actually have fun; rather than staying in school and being the good little nerd that you are.” I watched in shock and he said this, all while stopping the car and staring straight ahead of him. As if ready to take off as soon as I open the car door.

“What. The. Hell ?” All I could do is just sit there and glare at him. He really expected me to just jump out of his car in-

I looked at the surroundings of where we stopped and saw that we were literally in the middle of nowhere! Did he want me to die? I have no sense of direction whatsoever!

He raised his eyebrows at me and looked like he was getting impatient. This pissed me off to no end. “What are you doing? Why did you stop? I'm not going to ditch you, I've decided to ditch school instead. I want to have fun, I want new experiences and most of all I want to be-”

This time I cut myself off. The car was eerily quiet, before Vincent turned from staring at me intently and started the car back up. Meanwhile, I clenched my seat tightly and breathed heavily. My eyes were almost popping out of my head. No! I was not just about to say that! I definitely didn't mean it like we were friends. I was about to say I wanted to be with him... always! More than friends. More than whatever we had. If we have anything at all.

Great this is me thinking ahead of myself. Thinking of things that will never ever happen, even if the world suddenly lost all population of both male and female humans. I would be the one with the plant, and with Vincent's luck, he'll find the second to last female on earth and be happy and make a new generation so we could all survive and... and.

My hands let go of the seat and immediately went to cover my face. It seemed to be a common feature for my face to be bright red now. What was these strange feelings I was getting. First my heart, now this? It was Vincent's mysterious allure; it had to be.

“Why are you always so red?” Vincent's lips twitched as if hiding a smile. He wasn't even looking at me! How did he know?

“What are you talking about?” I asked stupidly, pretending to not know such a thing.

“I'm talking about how embarrassed you always get whenever you're around me. Thinking dirty thoughts about me eh?” This time he smirked and I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.

This punk thinks he can just make fun of me and get away with it! I'll show him.

“Oh really? Maybe I do get embarrassed by you.” I smiled innocently, “It's only natural when a person that actually has a brain stands next to someone more dense than the Amazon rain forest.”

“Actually sweetheart, I'm the second smartest person in class next to you.”

“Oh yeah? I don't believe that for a second.” If I could put my hands on my hips, I would.

“Try me.” He shrugged. I see... He was challenging me. And challenge him I shall!

“Okay. In your head, solve 234 multiplied by 93.” I smirked and stared out the window, prepared to wait for the next five hours it would probably take him to solve it. But really it ended up being about 10 seconds. And that was good, he got bonus points because he was still driving.

“Easy... 21762.” Vincent answered.

“I-” I couldn't even mutter another comeback. He was alright. He was actually... smart. I should be pissed off that he actually got that right, but surprisingly I'm not. Who am I to judge someone? I really can't judge people because of rumors, and the way they are around other people and who they hang out with. When did I ever judge people? Oh yeah. When people judged me.

One look at me and you see a plain girl with dark hair with light blue eyes that were covered up by huge glasses. Anyone could tell this girl was a nerd. The way she hugged her books to herself, kept her head down, stayed away from social life, studies 24 hours a day, always gets A's on tests and never late to class.

I've been late to class, but only once when I started hanging out with the guys. I do tend to keep my books close to me as if my life depended on it. Or that my books are indeed my life and only friends. I study a lot because that's how I get good grades.

But I don't keep my head down anymore. I like the attention I'm starting to get. Depending on others other than myself and helping someone when they need it. I like to talk about myself and be myself around the boys- my “friends”.

Just then, Vincent took one eye off the road to look at me with a small smile. The first smile I have seen all day from him. “You okay there nerd? Need some help to get over that shock?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me suggestively.

“Gross! You really shouldn't be calling me a nerd, when you mister, are a nerd yourself.”

“If I go from being the dark, broody guy to being one of the most smartest people in school, how will people look at me? I need to keep my reputation up. Or else, there will be no Untouchables and I won't be seen the same.” It was at these times that I really wished I could read his facial expressions.

“Is that what you're worried about? Your reputation? Vincent...” Okay, I had to laugh a little. Vincent, of all people, was being insecure? “I'm sorry, but this is a little bit of a surprise for me. Vince, people will see you the same way that you always are. Just because you are all mysterious and bad boy, doesn't mean you have to be dumb. People should actually respect you for that. You miss school practically every day, yet what? You get A's on the finals?”

“Actually, I got a B plus on my final for history last year. I forgot some of the dates.”

“That's nothing! People will be so jealous of you for that. I'm jealous of you for that! I know some who study hours on end, last minute of course, for their finals and get C's!”

He smiled once again, but only for a few seconds before it vanished so fast that I thought I might have hallucinated it. “Thanks, but... I won't risk it.” His frown unnerved me. But this was Vincent. The Vincent that glared at everyone who dared to look his way, uses and throws away girls like a bag of chips and cares less about anything. Anything except his rep.

“This conversation was such a fail. But you do know Vince that I will convince you to step up right?” I was going to get Vincent to come out of his hard shell that he created around himself and actually show people who he really was. It seemed like Matt has the same problem. Showing people that he was really gay and definitely not straight.

I know that I created a shell around myself since the beginning of Freshman year, becoming what I was today; a sassy nerd. But I realized in many ways, the boys were already helping me break out of it. It was time that I did the same for them. Even if it has only been a week.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged as if saying, 'I really don't care.' “I won't ask how you will even attempt to do something as stupid as that, but I will tell you to stop calling me Vince. It's Vincent.”

I shivered at the way he glared at me. The air conditioner definitely wasn't on.

Did it get cold in here, or is it just me?

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I'm getting a break from school soon and I'm hoping to get back on Wattpad. I'm sorry I haven't been on, but it was because of stupid writers block and a lot of school work , combined with my job. I've never forgotten about Wattpad and think about you all everyday. I had some free time to do this and that's why I wrote this. I really hope to make another chapter within the next few days.

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