amusing and reminded me how much I missed out on not having a brother or sister.
Her hand causally looped my arm with hers, spurring a zing comparable to the one I occasionally felt with Gavin. Yet not exactly, with her it didn’t have the essential tension. It lacked the zeal of intensity. Everything with Gavin was intense. Her familiar eyes quickly sought mine – judging my reaction. I knew then that the energy, or whatever it was – meant something. Recovering quickly, I didn’t want to let on that I thought something was amiss. We walked side-by-side into the school.
“I don’t know many people yet and I know you’re a senior, but… maybe we could hang out sometime? My family would love to meet you.”
“Sure, I would like that.” And I was being sincere. I initially thought her beauty would intimidate me, but just as quickly I realized there was kinship I rarely felt, something in her hummingbird voice that I had an affinity with.
Her smile twinkled in excitement. “See you later.” She gave me a quick hug. Sophie was impossible not to like. I sucked with people, but I felt like I had just made an ally and hopefully a friend.
“I’m going to kill her,” he half-heartedly threatened when Sophie was out of reach.
Walking next to me, he brushed my arm occasionally. “Why?” I wondered aloud. He smelled like heaven.
“Why – because that was embarrassing,” he confessed, grinning sheepishly.
I laughed at his uneasiness. “Hardly…she’s amazing.”
“Amazingly annoying.”
“She’s your sister. What does that make you?”
He smirked recovering his insolence. “Dashing.”
So true. I rolled my eyes as he opened the door to my first class. “See you in Chem.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he assured, strolling across the hall to his class.
Chemistry soon became my favorite class and it had nothing to do with atoms, molecules or particles. I always thought of myself as an English buff, how quickly that can change. Gavin somehow had found a way to finagle his way into becoming my lab partner. I haven’t the slightest idea how. Before he joined the class my partner had been Adam Joyhart. The class had been equally divided, with Gavin’s addition he should have been just added to a group. Instead Mr. Burke moved Adam to another pair and assigned Gavin as my partner. I was tempted enough to ask Gavin about it, but he just shrugged it off.
We walked into class together and took our seat at our table. He made a habit of showing up at my locker each day and walking me to class – a gentleman behind the badass.
Mr. Burke immediately started in on his lesson about Conversion of Mass. I glanced down at my notes for the last week. They were practically non-existent. I had found that with Gavin beside me, my note taking abilities suffered. He clogged my brain cells. Even with the extra studying at my house, I’d be lucky to pass this class. A hard concept for an almost straight A student.
“You want to hang out tonight?” he whispered, leaning in close to my ear. His breath tickled the back of my neck, causing the little hairs to spike. If I turned my head a fraction in his direction, it would be incredibly simple to press our lips together. Failing this class was proving to be worth the risk.
Focusing my thoughts on inhaling and exhaling and not on his pleasurable proximity, I softly replied, “Sure.”
At this point I am completely lost in the lecture – my dilemma clear. Mr. Burke shoving the glasses back up the bridge of his nose rambled on in monotones about isolated systems – no idea.
“Better bring your notes,” he smirked, gesturing to the blank page in front of me.
Groaning, I laid my head on my arms. How had he woven his way so intently in my life?
Chemistry always ended too soon and it had absolutely nothing to do with the topic. The remaining of my classes was a drag compared to third period. I should be thankful he was only in one of my classes. I couldn’t imagine
Her hand causally looped my arm with hers, spurring a zing comparable to the one I occasionally felt with Gavin. Yet not exactly, with her it didn’t have the essential tension. It lacked the zeal of intensity. Everything with Gavin was intense. Her familiar eyes quickly sought mine – judging my reaction. I knew then that the energy, or whatever it was – meant something. Recovering quickly, I didn’t want to let on that I thought something was amiss. We walked side-by-side into the school.
“I don’t know many people yet and I know you’re a senior, but… maybe we could hang out sometime? My family would love to meet you.”
“Sure, I would like that.” And I was being sincere. I initially thought her beauty would intimidate me, but just as quickly I realized there was kinship I rarely felt, something in her hummingbird voice that I had an affinity with.
Her smile twinkled in excitement. “See you later.” She gave me a quick hug. Sophie was impossible not to like. I sucked with people, but I felt like I had just made an ally and hopefully a friend.
“I’m going to kill her,” he half-heartedly threatened when Sophie was out of reach.
Walking next to me, he brushed my arm occasionally. “Why?” I wondered aloud. He smelled like heaven.
“Why – because that was embarrassing,” he confessed, grinning sheepishly.
I laughed at his uneasiness. “Hardly…she’s amazing.”
“Amazingly annoying.”
“She’s your sister. What does that make you?”
He smirked recovering his insolence. “Dashing.”
So true. I rolled my eyes as he opened the door to my first class. “See you in Chem.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” he assured, strolling across the hall to his class.
Chemistry soon became my favorite class and it had nothing to do with atoms, molecules or particles. I always thought of myself as an English buff, how quickly that can change. Gavin somehow had found a way to finagle his way into becoming my lab partner. I haven’t the slightest idea how. Before he joined the class my partner had been Adam Joyhart. The class had been equally divided, with Gavin’s addition he should have been just added to a group. Instead Mr. Burke moved Adam to another pair and assigned Gavin as my partner. I was tempted enough to ask Gavin about it, but he just shrugged it off.
We walked into class together and took our seat at our table. He made a habit of showing up at my locker each day and walking me to class – a gentleman behind the badass.
Mr. Burke immediately started in on his lesson about Conversion of Mass. I glanced down at my notes for the last week. They were practically non-existent. I had found that with Gavin beside me, my note taking abilities suffered. He clogged my brain cells. Even with the extra studying at my house, I’d be lucky to pass this class. A hard concept for an almost straight A student.
“You want to hang out tonight?” he whispered, leaning in close to my ear. His breath tickled the back of my neck, causing the little hairs to spike. If I turned my head a fraction in his direction, it would be incredibly simple to press our lips together. Failing this class was proving to be worth the risk.
Focusing my thoughts on inhaling and exhaling and not on his pleasurable proximity, I softly replied, “Sure.”
At this point I am completely lost in the lecture – my dilemma clear. Mr. Burke shoving the glasses back up the bridge of his nose rambled on in monotones about isolated systems – no idea.
“Better bring your notes,” he smirked, gesturing to the blank page in front of me.
Groaning, I laid my head on my arms. How had he woven his way so intently in my life?
Chemistry always ended too soon and it had absolutely nothing to do with the topic. The remaining of my classes was a drag compared to third period. I should be thankful he was only in one of my classes. I couldn’t imagine
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