fact was best overlooked at present.
“Why is that guy driving your car,” Jon asked a second time just as angrily.
“He thought if he drove, he could get us to school on time, and he did,” I tried to explain. “You know what a slow poke I am behind the wheel.”
“Annie, we need to get to biology,” Zell interrupted from behind me. He had come around the back of my car and was now standing behind me facing Johnny.
“Annie’s not going anywhere with you,” Jon popped off.
“He’s right Jon. I missed a biology test this week. I can’t be late today. I have to make up that test.”
“Come on,” Jon growled, “I’ll walk you to class.” He grabbed my elbow and jerked me forward. Instantly, Zell was in his face.
“If Annie wants you to walk her to class, that’s fine, but don’t ever grab her like that again,” Zell warned his voice menacing.
“You don’t tell me what I can do with my girl,” Jon growled. They were nose to nose. The whole scene was interrupted by the ringing of the tardy bell.
“That’s just great. Thanks a lot Jon,” I yelled to him as I took off running toward the science wing as fast as sandals and a skirt would allow. I looked back once, and Zell and Jon were still nose to nose in a standoff—so much for male testosterone.
Dr. Patty was just getting around to roll call when I burst in the room. Every head in the room turned looking at me. Dr. Patty paused in calling the roll. For the second time this week, every student in class was looking at me in amazement mouths open in surprise. For many long seconds, no one moved; they just stared. I realized then that I was a bit more overdressed that normal. Dr. Patty called my name next on the roll. It appears that I made a grand entrance just in the nick of time.
“Anna Hayes, nice outfit,” Dr. Patty said good-naturedly.
“Thank you,” I murmured hurrying to my seat.
I had no more than slithered into my seat when Zell entered the room. There was an audible gasp from some of the girls in class when he entered the room. He strode to a seat available at my lab table. Every head in class turned watching him. He was gorgeous as he glided toward my table. His hair was loose and moving around his incredible face as he walked in my direction. He had on a white tunic-like shirt that set off his deeply tanned face. Silver stars studded the hem of the untucked shirt that flowed bellowing out just below the silver belt of his gray jeans. I had never seen jeans of that color before. They looked incredibly expensive, and they fit like a glove. A pair of deep gray sandals adorned his feet today instead of the Italian leather shoes he wore yesterday. He was so masculine and sexy you could audibly hear the girls in the class sigh as he drifted past them. For someone that large, he was wonderfully graceful. I could not tear my eyes from him as he quickly covered the space between Dr. Patty and my lab table.
“Are you well?” he said quietly as he sat down across from me.
“Yes, I made it in time before Dr. Patty called my name on the roll,” I whispered back. “What happened between you and Jon?”
“Nothing happened. As soon as his audience, namely you, left, so did his courage. He just walked off.”
“I’m relieved,” I sighed.
“I don’t like him, Annie.”
“Jon’s a good guy, really. He just feels a bit threatened by you; I think.”
“He should feel a lot threatened,” Zell retorted.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked in a rather loud whisper causing several people at our lab table to look in our direction.
“Just this. I intend to take you away from him,” Zell said seriously leaning over the table until he was only inches from my face.
“Jon and I have been friends for a long time,” I argued.
“Fine, he can stay your friend. I want you as my girl.”
In sho ck, I recoiled from him a bit. “Shhh, someone will hear you,” I whispered.
“I don’t care who hears.”
“Well, I do. Jon
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