I was sitting in Mrs. Bass's class trying to measure a sock that she had thrown on my desk but it was kind of hard. I kept jerking forward because the kid who sat behind me was kicking my chair. Man that was annoying! But at least Carmelita wasn't in my class. That was for Duncan and Violet to deal with.

I whipped around in my chair and glared at the kid sitting behind me.

"Would you please stop kicking my chair!" I said to him, very annoyed.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, trying not to smile.

"You're kicking my chair…please stop." I said politely and turned around. I looked at the desk beside me. There sat a boy concentrating so hard on measuring an AA battery. Finally he set his ruler down and shouted the measurements to Mrs. Bass. He must have noticed I was sort of staring at him because then he turned and looked at me.

"You okay?" he asked. I shook my head slightly and blinked. "Huh?...Oh, yeah Klaus, I'm fine." I suddenly jerked forward.

"What the HECK!" I shouted while Klaus sighed and got up. I waited a few seconds before I turned around. But when I finally did, I saw that Klaus had a hold of the collar on the kid's shirt.

"If you ever kick her chair again," Klaus threatened "pieces of that chair will end up in your head…"

My eyes widened and the bell rang. Klaus let go of the kid's shirt and the kid darted out of the room like a horse taking off at the start of a race.

"Wow Klaus." I said, getting up and grabbing my notebook. "I've never seen you like that before."

"Yeah," Klaus said with a surprised look on his face and walking with me to the door "That's because I'm never like that." We stopped at the door. "Well, thanks anyway." I said and smiled. He gave me a small smile-a smile that was barely even a smile-and looked down at his shoes. "What's wrong?" I asked and put my hand on his shoulder. He waited a few seconds to answer.

"…nothing, I'm fine." He rose his hand and itlooked as if he was going to put his hand on mine which was resting on his shoulder, but then-"Out of my way!" came Carmelita's voice as she barged though us and into the classroom, breaking Klaus and I apart.

"I'm special and need to talk to Mrs. Bass!...Mrs. Bass, your favorite student is here!"

I rolled my eyes and so did Klaus.

"Well," he said "we better get to the cafeteria for lunch."