A/N: Here is another chapter.!:) I want to give a shout out to The-Lonely-Abyss
For being awesome of course lol and for all of the comments and votes she has on this story.! Thank you so much!🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

Chapters 5 and 6 are kind of just filler chapters which is why they are so so very very short lol😂🤣

Question: If you could bring anyone from the past and have dinner with them who would they be???

My answer: Abraham Lincoln to see if he really never told a lie or maybe Jane Austen The author of pride and prejudice.!

I would, again, like to thank GretchenBearer for all of the help she has given me as I am still kind of new to all of this writing:)

Have Fun reading!:)
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Choosing one of my favorite outfits, a flowing blue top and fitting white jeans, I rushed through my morning routine, leaving my face bare and my hair loose to fall in it's natural gentle waves down my back.

Skipping down the stairs, my sandals clacking against each step, I entered the kitchen only to find it empty. I furrowed my brows thinking, before I recalled that mom had started her new job today.

"She must have slipped out early," I said to myself and shrugged. Standing on my tiptoes to reach the top shelf, I batted at the cereal box until it was perched on the edge and within my grasp. I immediately grabbed my favorite cereal, Reese's Puffs, and poured myself a generous helping.

"What time is it anyway?" I muttered through a mouth full of Reese's, contently chewing my cereal. I almost choked when I looked at the small clock on the far wall.

Coughing, I hunched over and slid my dishes into the sink with an echoing clang. "Oh my gosh!" I cleared my throat, bolting back up the stairs to grab my book bag, tripping over the top step. "I'm late. I'm late!"

Rushing out the door, I even yelled at my car. "Let's go! I am so late."

Adrenaline pumped through my blood, the drive disappearing from my memory, and my last minute rush only added to how quickly the day flew by. Suddenly, I realized that I had entered into the chemistry classroom. "My last class..." I trailed, smiling gratefully.

He was already there, leaning back casually and if you ignored his predatory gaze, the ease that oozed off of him. I slipped into my seat, blushing as I felt his eyes pierce into the side of my face.

"So," He drawled, "I have a question for you." I looked over, surprised to hear his voice. His face was serious, but his eyes danced with mischief.

I knew that this could be nothing but trouble.

Narrowing my eyes, I opened my mouth to inquire what he wanted, but as the teacher popped into the classroom and announced a pop quiz, any question I had melted into a groan.

Eyeing Derek, I furrowed my brow, clenching my fists in anxiety.

"I am so going to fail."