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he said, “I need to get caught up with all my subjects, not just math.” Then he leaned forward, and my breath caught thinking he might kiss me. “I passed Biology and Chemistry, but maybe we could work on some practical application of Physics.”
Was he flirting with me? Suddenly hot, I reached for my next words and blurt them out. “Let me see your schedule.”
The paper slid through the pages of one of the books he carried as he pulled it out. When he held it out, I made sure I didn’t touch him. Only my eyes locked on his lips a second too long, and I watched them curl into a smirk before I jerked my gaze to the paper in my hand.
He was in AP Algebra 2, which surprised me. We didn’t share classes, but his schedule didn’t include one remedial class. Talk about not judging a book by its cover. He’d been too pretty to be smart too, and boy I was wrong.
“Based on your schedule, I don’t see why you can’t help yourself. I’m sure there are other more willing victims for you to prey on.”
Crap, I hadn’t meant to say that. He rubbed me the right way, not the wrong like he should have. He smelled faintly of soap and his hair flopped over his left eye. A part of me wanted to reach out and push it back.
“Victim?”
I swallowed, because the way he said it, I felt like I was on the witness stand. His whole flirty smile had darkened into a scowl.
“Is that how she played it? She didn’t like I wasn’t into her and she tells you she’s a victim. Maybe she didn’t like that I told her she should be more like you .”
He stood, and I felt small because I’d judged him based on hearsay.
“You know what? I can figure this out myself. I don’t have time for this shit. Lying about shit like that ain’t cool. And of course you believe her because I don’t wear the right clothes or I’m not from the right part of town.”
He plucked the schedule from my hand and stalked out of the room with his stuff. I sat dumbfounded as the classroom was way too quiet, and I realized that everyone had been watching us. The thing about it was, I didn’t know him. But his actions and words had me questioning the truth of my friend’s story, and I hated myself for that.
After checking on Mom, I’d spend the rest of the night between worrying about her and worrying about what one girl thought of me. I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the latter. Yet, I couldn’t get the gorgeous girl out of my head. Smart, confident enough to speak her mind, and beautiful was a deadly combination. Most girls I messed around with were more into clothes and reality shows.
I’d chosen poorly with Debbie and decided I should have gone with the sure thing when my mind wanted option number three, Lenny. Over the next week in school, I decided to move on and cut my losses and try and forget about the unforgettable girl.
A tap on my shoulder pulled me away from the blonde who was so ready for my kind of fun. Debbie’s stories hadn’t reached everyone, or maybe some just didn’t believe her. I glanced over my shoulder to see the tiny girl who’d invaded my every waking thought over the past week.
“Hey, give me a minute. Then I’ll find you, and you can give me the tour you were talking about,” I said to the blonde in front of me.
I squeezed her waist, sending her into a giggling fit.
“Don’t be too long,” she replied with better things to come.
She sauntered away. Her short skirt swayed with promise that I’d end my drought that night. Over a week of not getting any made me stupid like what I was about to do. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned around to glare at the brunette.
Her eyes were laser tag focused on my sure thing ’s back as she walked away.
“What is it you want?” I asked, gaining her attention.
Whip fast, she turned to face me again. Only she met my eyes a second before turning her gaze to the floor.
“I’m, uh…Debbie cleared some things up.”
I wasn’t going to make this easy
Was he flirting with me? Suddenly hot, I reached for my next words and blurt them out. “Let me see your schedule.”
The paper slid through the pages of one of the books he carried as he pulled it out. When he held it out, I made sure I didn’t touch him. Only my eyes locked on his lips a second too long, and I watched them curl into a smirk before I jerked my gaze to the paper in my hand.
He was in AP Algebra 2, which surprised me. We didn’t share classes, but his schedule didn’t include one remedial class. Talk about not judging a book by its cover. He’d been too pretty to be smart too, and boy I was wrong.
“Based on your schedule, I don’t see why you can’t help yourself. I’m sure there are other more willing victims for you to prey on.”
Crap, I hadn’t meant to say that. He rubbed me the right way, not the wrong like he should have. He smelled faintly of soap and his hair flopped over his left eye. A part of me wanted to reach out and push it back.
“Victim?”
I swallowed, because the way he said it, I felt like I was on the witness stand. His whole flirty smile had darkened into a scowl.
“Is that how she played it? She didn’t like I wasn’t into her and she tells you she’s a victim. Maybe she didn’t like that I told her she should be more like you .”
He stood, and I felt small because I’d judged him based on hearsay.
“You know what? I can figure this out myself. I don’t have time for this shit. Lying about shit like that ain’t cool. And of course you believe her because I don’t wear the right clothes or I’m not from the right part of town.”
He plucked the schedule from my hand and stalked out of the room with his stuff. I sat dumbfounded as the classroom was way too quiet, and I realized that everyone had been watching us. The thing about it was, I didn’t know him. But his actions and words had me questioning the truth of my friend’s story, and I hated myself for that.
After checking on Mom, I’d spend the rest of the night between worrying about her and worrying about what one girl thought of me. I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about the latter. Yet, I couldn’t get the gorgeous girl out of my head. Smart, confident enough to speak her mind, and beautiful was a deadly combination. Most girls I messed around with were more into clothes and reality shows.
I’d chosen poorly with Debbie and decided I should have gone with the sure thing when my mind wanted option number three, Lenny. Over the next week in school, I decided to move on and cut my losses and try and forget about the unforgettable girl.
A tap on my shoulder pulled me away from the blonde who was so ready for my kind of fun. Debbie’s stories hadn’t reached everyone, or maybe some just didn’t believe her. I glanced over my shoulder to see the tiny girl who’d invaded my every waking thought over the past week.
“Hey, give me a minute. Then I’ll find you, and you can give me the tour you were talking about,” I said to the blonde in front of me.
I squeezed her waist, sending her into a giggling fit.
“Don’t be too long,” she replied with better things to come.
She sauntered away. Her short skirt swayed with promise that I’d end my drought that night. Over a week of not getting any made me stupid like what I was about to do. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned around to glare at the brunette.
Her eyes were laser tag focused on my sure thing ’s back as she walked away.
“What is it you want?” I asked, gaining her attention.
Whip fast, she turned to face me again. Only she met my eyes a second before turning her gaze to the floor.
“I’m, uh…Debbie cleared some things up.”
I wasn’t going to make this easy
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