Camilla POV

"Hey Milla." The one and only most annoying and terrifying person I have ever met said.

He refuses to stop poking me and calling my name. It's taking everything in me not to slap him or yell at him.

Deep breaths. If you ignore it, it will go away. I was continuously chanting in my head.

Then he continued to say my name and poke me each time he said it.

"Milla. Milla. Milla. Mi–" I sat up and groaned.

"What do you want Jonathan?" I said exasperated.

"Aren't you listening to anything Miss E is saying?" He asked.

"If you'd stop poking me and annoying the hell out of me, maybe I'd listen so can you shut up?" I said extremely annoyed.

I had been trying so hard to pretend the whispers going on in class were not affecting me. All they were talking about was how Jonathan Brookes was talking to the new girl and how we were talking like we knew each other.

It was infuriating. I mean, so what if we were talking? He wasn't the Prince Harry for God's sake.

I also didn't miss the looks this girl sitting at the table besideus was giving him. She was a complete barbie stereotype: dyed bleach blonde hair, artificial tan skin, blue eyes, tall and curvy.

Also, you shouldn't get me started on her outfit. She took the phrase 'If you've got it, flaunt it to a whole new level. I'm shocked they even let her into school. She wore a red skintight skirt that just reached under her butt, a white shirt that was about two sizes too small and her chest was spilling out of it, black six inch high stilettos, red lipstick and fake eyelashes.

Honestly, she kept batting those fake lashes at him and making a pouty face. In all honesty, she looked like a constipated walrus with sand in its eye.

I got annoyed and decided to pay attention to what Miss Ella was droning on about.

"...And I would like to assign everyone a partner for the next of the school year."

My ears immediately picked up on this and I was praying to every single god I've heard about that my partner wouldn't be Jonathan.

Please don't be Jonathan, please don't be Jonathan. I kept on repeating this in my head. If I got paired with him, I'd be in a mental asylum before thanksgiving. Not somewhere I'd like to go to again

"Miranda Rosewood and Peter Kingman..."

I was praying to all the gods.

"...Emily Stokes and Rita Dylan..."

I was scared.

"...James Parker and Leigh Johnson..."

I looked at Jonathan to see he was completely at ease while I was freaking out.

"...Camilla Devan and..."

My heart was pounding extremely loud now. Her next words would determine my fate.