I looked at the blonde girl rubbing her hand seductively on his arm. She was wearing an outfit that screamed slut; a pencil skirt and a strapless top two sizes too small with lots and lots of make-up. Just so happens that she’s the captain of the cheerleaders. Yeah, I was studying in land stereotypes... please note the joy.
“What do you want?” Came his calm drawl as he looked at her quizzically.
“You promised you would sit with me!” She whined, pursing her lips.
“Yeah? Well, I forgot.”
Was it just me or did he just sound annoyed?
Oh no! She’s so not going to like that.
“How could you forget me?” She paused before adding with disdain, “and go after this!” She finished, pointing at me and eying me as if I was scum.
I simply rolled my eyes at her, not bothering to answer. She was just too silly sometimes.
“Did you just activate your bitch-mode?” Seth taunted her, smirking.
“Oh, screw you!” She spat out, her eyes spitting fire.
He chuckled then told her calmly, “No, thanks. Been there, done that,” he paused before adding in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “on my first day here.”
She huffed dismissively –though her cheeks caught a slight pink shade– then stormed off dragging away – and I was glad – a confused-looking Jonathan.
“I still cannot believe you did her,” I told him, still laughing after her retreat.
“Even I don’t!” he choked on his words, barely managing to get them out correctly in between his chuckles.
“But that guy is so weird,” he said calmly after getting under control his fit of laughter.
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
He was weird, irritating and troublesome. I didn’t need to get the sexy new student’s attention.
Wait. I did not just say he’s sexy – I mean, I might have but I didn’t mean it like that.
It’s just that he is sexy all right, I’m sure everybody thinks so... and let’s admit it, I would be a fool to say otherwise, or blind to think differently; but like hell am I going to tell him that!
Chapter 3
The News
Be patient. You’ll see the light soon.
Be patient. The end is just around the corner.
Not much more to wait.
Here it comes,
RING! All of the school's bells lazily drawled in unison.
Finally, I exclaimed inwardly.
That final bell had been torturing me, it seemed that it couldn’t come soon enough and I was more than eager to be out of the classroom; out of the freaking school, and far, far away from this irritating, blue-eyed, raven-haired guy sitting right beside me. His eyes that had been practically boring holes in the side of my face for what felt like ages would probably haunt me in my dreams tonight.
What was it with him and the staring? Continuously staring! It was getting creepy. I was starting to wonder whether I did anything at all to deserve this. I might have lied a couple of times – give or take – but that was no reason surely.
Of course, I’m no saint, but isn’t this a really tough punishment for a sin I can’t even remember doing? I don’t want to be stalked, not even if he looked like Brad Pitt.
My musings were getting out of the control; at times like this I could only wish we –humans– didn’t have the faculty to talk to ourselves mentally... Can’t the brain just shut up? You could use a rest, buddy!
I was storming out of the room when he caught my hand. Instantly, I felt like little shocks going under my skin, not the same you get when being electrified –and I should know since I’ve experienced that; blame the curiosity. They were rather pleasant, I had to admit.
I heard him sniff the air, and that was what made me recover my senses and pull my hand back. What is it? I had showered this morning; I can’t possibly stink, can I? I internally shook my head at my silliness then glared his way.
“What is it that you want, Johnny?” I could barely hold back the laughter bubbling inside of me at the face he pulled when I mimicked Samantha in calling him that.
“I... Err... do you think we could hang out later?” Who would have thought that the player could look like a nervous virgin? If the looks and the attitude were any indication, then nothing could be further from the truth.
But damn! Isn’t he a good actor? I thought, mid-amused, mid-irritated. That’s probably one of the necessary assets to be the ultimate player of the school.
“No can do,” I declined nonchalantly and was going to leave when I heard him question me again “Why?”
I wanted to shout, “Why do you care anyway?” but I couldn’t make a scene right then, right there. What, in front of all the students who were intently watching our exchange? I think I’ll pass.
I managed to tell him in a calm voice, “I already have plans with Seth.” It was not merely an excuse; we had agreed a week ago to meet with some friends from our old school.
You see, we both went to the same schools; the difference was that I skipped a grade whereas he didn’t. That just meant I’d been in the school for a year longer than him; I was a senior and he was a junior. We were way too close as friends to feel comfortable having a big distance in between us, and that was the main reason why he worked his ass off to get in this school by merit. He, too, had joined it thanks to a scholarship.
“That blonde guy?” I heard him hiss through clenched teeth. I narrowed my eyes at him briefly before turning on my heels and getting out of there.
I have to keep my nerves under control. And most of the time, it was not that hard. Around him, however, being provoked like that, it seemed that it was all I could do to know when I was about to blow up and manage to retreat in consequence.
The realization unsettled me. I chose to think about something different – admittedly,
