Janet's P. O. V

My nerves are still jittery and my heart beat escalates slightly everytime I recall yesterday's self confession.

Confession that, I Janet Samuels, is crushing on, none other than, Steven Rome.

On the first day of school, I remember telling Andrew, how I think all of this is such a waste of time and how I'm never going to get myself into this.

After two weeks, I'm crushing and not on some normal guy, I'm crushing on a mysterious yet infuriatingly hot guy who is the master of confused signals.

Yeah, I called him infuriatingly hot. I need to go to rehab.

But the last part is true. Sometimes, he's sweet, sometimes he's rude, sometimes he calls me a baby and sometimes he comes so close to me, I can feel his breath on my face.

What is the guy even thinking?

I take a deep breath and shut my eyes, trying to calm my thoughts down.

Why do I even care? I have to get over this and he mostly likes Kiara so...

I shake my head slightly.

"Yeah, now you started talking to yourself..." Kiara says and I groan.

We are on our way to school right now and she insists that something is wrong with me ever since I have come back from costume shopping.

She has been prodding me about it and I keep on ignoring her. The thing is, I'm not quite ready to tell her.

I trust her, but I need to get mentally prepared for her 'I told you so' and her game of 20 questions that will follow.

I'll tell her in the evening.

But right now, she's staring at me and I'm trying to pretend that I don't know that she's staring at me. Trust me, it's exhausting and complicated like the sentence.

"Fine. Don't tell me, I knew one day it would come down to this. You keeping secrets from me, I just knew it," she rambles and this time I grit my teeth and glare at her.

"What is with you Kiara? I'm telling you, nothing is wrong. Now do you want me to make something up?" I say, my voice slightly higher. She narrows her eyes at me and pouts slightly, before shaking her head and driving ahead. I see the school gates ahead and sigh in relief.

I don't think I could handle this tension anymore.

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I hate P.E.

But I don't hate it for the normal reasons. Most of my class hates P.E because their lazy, I hate P.E because my teacher is a bitch.

I wouldn't mind the physical excursion because I'm pretty fit, thanks to all the dancing. But my teacher, Ms Joe, she's really rude and sometimes extremely unreasonable, especially with me.

I really don't know what she thinks I did to her, but I'm guessing it's pretty awful.

Yeah, she's always upset with me about something I did and I'm not even aware that I did it.

She didn't tell me this, one of the girls who seems to have ears everywhere got to know and told me.

Normally, I find a reason to skip this class. This time also, I would have, if it wasn't for Mrs McCartney who caught me sneaking into the library.

"Alright everyone, we're going to do something exciting today. Today, we're going to race, 100 metres. Li-" she's cut of by Mrs McCartney's sharp voice ringing through the air.

"Ms Joe, is this boy in your class," she asks Ms Joe and I look at her to find her pointing at a very bored looking Steven.

I look away immediately because all of a sudden, I was having breathing issues. He wore his dark blue sweat pants with a black v-neck t-shirt, the same combination I wore yesterday, just inversed. His hair is messy and looks so soft, makes me want to run my hands through it.

Get a hold on it Janet!

Ms Joe checked her list and her eyebrow raised itself.

"Yeah, he is in my class. This is probably the first time he's ever come," she says and I scoff inwardly.

Obviously.

Mrs McCartney turns to Steven while the rest of the class watches the drama enfold with interest.

Some girls are very slyly talking so that Ms Joe doesn't catch them and the boys seemed to be sympathising with Steven.

I bet they barely know him. They and their boy code.

"Here, problem solved. Now, you can stay in your class and if you can't find your next class too, call me again, I'll gladly help you," she taunts Steven with a sweet sarcastic smile and he gives her a tight smile.

Both of them turn away and walk. Mrs McCartney walks towards the exit of the ground while Steven's eyes scans the crowd. He's walking lazily and slowly until his eyes land on me. He makes it look like he's walking slowly but his pace has visibly increased or maybe I'm hallucinating.

I'm going to stick to the latter. He walks nearer to me and gives me a half smile, which I return with one of my own.

From up close, I can't help but appreciate how blue his eyes are.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I look away and focus on Ms Joe who is busy giving the line up for the races.

"What is she doing?" Steven bends down to whisper in my ear, his breath fanning it. His head lingers above my neck and I can feel his gaze on my cheek and it takes all my will power to not turn around and do something stupid.

"Uh-um, we have to race...today," I say and I can still feel him looking at me.

"Why are you in class today? You like P.E?" he asks and I sigh.

"I like P.E and racing and stuff but I don't like Ms Joe, that's exactly why I was trying to sneak into the library when Mrs McCartney caught me and brought me to class," I say grumpily and I hear him chuckle.

This time I can't hold on and I turn to see him smile that contagious smile at me, his eyes shining with amusement as he looks down at me. I can't help but smile back. I hold onto the gaze and we're looking at each other, our smiles fading away.

Man, what is happening.

I look down too and suddenly the urge to kiss him becomes really strong. I gulp and look back up, but this time the intensity in his eyes makes me flinch slightly.

Oh my god Steven, what are you doing to me?

Ms Joe's whistle rings in the background and both of us snap our head in the other directions.

"I hope you guys got your slots, now get in line," she yells and I stand there, rolling my tongue in my mouth.

What's my slot again?

I see some girls waving at me while Ms Joe is looking in the other direction. They were calling me and I see that they're only three.

Thank god.

I rush over there and stand in line, waiting for my turn.

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"On your mark," Ms Joe says and my anxiety rises.

It's not even your race.

I finished my race a while ago and stood second place, mostly because I was to conscious.

Call me stupid, but I can't run when everyone is looking at the race, it gives me the jitters.

"Get set," Ms Joe raises the green flag up in the air and all the boys are in position. All of them look dead serious and nervous while Steven looks...bored.

"Go!" Ms Steven yells and she cuts the air with the flag in force.

The boys launch and everyone starts cheering. It seems that the favourites were racing in this set and everyone seemed to be excited about this one.

I could hear the other three names, but not Steven's.

Suddenly, I felt an adrenaline rush.

"Go, Steven!" I yell on top of my lungs and I see him stiffen. He is running but he I guess he was not really trying because as soon as I yell, something ticks off in him and he rockets ahead.

He crosses the third person, then second and now it is him and the first.

They are very near to the finish line and Steven is nearing him. The guy in the front must have realised because he is suddenly trying harder.

"Common, Steven, you can do it!" I yell again and just then he rushes past the first person, across the finish line, pulling the ribbon with him.

The auditorium which had gone silent, now erupts into cheers.

He slows down till he finally stops, a breathtaking smile on his face. He turns around and searches the crowd till his eyes set on me.

I give him a wide smile and he walks towards me, in all his glory, that smile intact.

"Yay, you won. Congratulations," I sing when he's in audible distance.

He nods."Thank you," he says and places a lingering kiss on my cheek before walking away.

What did he just do?

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