Hell. Shakespeare was an idiot for most of his life but there was one thing he wasn't wrong about. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." Damn right, bald guy.

I mean, it was bad enough that I still had zero progress on the assignment by Headmaster Moriens but now Storm won't get off my back. I would question how the fuck he was in this class but after seeing the way Professor Bushido looked at him...

As I change into my swimming clothes, I can't help but think about his grey eyes. They aren't haunted like most people I know, they were bright, calculating, intriguing. I could feel myself being pulled towards him every time I saw them. Denim's right. I'm too curious for my own good. Probably also the reason I'm a cat person.

I look at myself in the mirror, shifting my hips into a pose, before shaking my head and laughing lightly at myself. The school swimming outfit is less than flattering. It was a one-piece gray outfit with tank straps on my shoulders and tight shorts that end slightly above my knee. I smirk before pulling the shorts three inches.

Stepping out of the changing rooms, a shiver runs through me as I push my hair into a twist on my head. A couple of girls on my side desperately try to put on some waterproof makeup, unprepared for this...inconvenience. I smile to myself. Makeup, what a waste.

[Note: I DO NOT MEAN THIS AS OFFENSE TO ANY GIRLS WHO WEAR MAKEUP. THIS IS JUST THE CHARACTER'S THOUGHTS AS I IMAGINE HER. She isn't perfect. Also, you're beautiful. Mwah!]

Walking out of the rooms, I glance at my phone. 2:43. I have exactly two minutes. Jogging, I reach the meeting spot and look around to find a handful of people there. Some of the kids had chosen their own swimming suits instead of the uniform. I shrug. Uniforms save time.

My legs have little goosebumps on them. Bad, bad choice to pull them up the shorts. It doesn't matter if I give him a show if I'm unconscious from the cold. He's messing with my head already.

A couple of the boys are shirtless but most of them opted for the shirt. Considering the cloudy skies? Good choice.

This should be illegal. What kind of professor makes kids do water activities in December?

I shiver.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and immediately know it's Storm. I turn my head. He meets my eyes, a bit of pink on his cheeks barely visible. It's probably the cold.

He's shirtless. Yeah, a Corporis. Shirtless. I should've expected it but his muscles pull my eyes to them. It was a sin not to appreciate that work of art.

His eyes leave mine looking down at my legs, before shooting back up to my eyes. I desperately ignore the warmth near my cheekbones.

We look away after a moment.

I look ahead to the Professor who seems too busy ogling Storm to start the class. An unknown emotion sears my chest. I roll my eyes.

"Okay, class, group into your teams, take a look at the board, and start assigning," the professor calls out. Her voice was loud, too loud for the cold.

Storm appears on my left shoulder out of thin air, making me jump. He fails to hide his amused smile.

I look around for my partner, not finding the dark brown hair and offensively dull eyes. Aha! I find him kneeling at a nearby bush. "Puking Parker" that's what we should call him. I glance at him, before looking away in disgust. I mean, it happens, but not today. 

He looks up to the professor, who just nods and waves him away. The unspoken disappointment sending him to the nurse's office.

A grin peaks from the shadow of Storm's frown as he glances at me.

The little shit-

I hide a grin. Of course, Storm had to do something.

I give him my best disapproving glare but fail to do any damage as I see his grin grow.

He clears his throat. "We should start assigning...Ace."

Ace? "Watching a little too much Gilmore Girls, are we?" I tease him, covering my surprise. I love that show.

He smirks a little, looking at me. "If you aren't Team Logan...I'm sorry we can't talk anymore," he says.

I gasp dramatically. "Jess. Jess forever-and-ever. The dreamy bad boy who reads. I mean what's not to love," I say.

Storm shakes his head. "I'll let that pass cause you're cute but just this once," he says, with an adorable smile.

Professor Bushido appears next to us and I cringe. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. That stupid smile and those stupid eyes and that stupid body.

I relax a little when I notice he seems to be doing the same thing to himself. He's adorable. No, he isn't. He's a trained and lethal assassin, who's hell-bent on annoying you and just wants to play you.

I glance at his now-vanished dimple and can't help but think about how he could be so good at acting but before I can drown myself in my deranged, hormonal thoughts any longer he glances at the board and breaks our gaze.

"Well, you can take the first one, and then we can alternate from there...? I'm fine with anything," he says, his voice polite and distant, a stark comparison to a few moments ago.

I decide I don't like this Storm and look at the board myself.

1. One-on-one water polo

I can't play water polo to save my life...

2. 400-meter freestyle

Eh, maybe.

3. 400-meter backstroke

Nuh-uh.

4. 400-meter breaststroke

Why?

5. 400-meter butterfly

Ew.

6. Diving.

Maybe...

I shudder. They all seem like hell. I glance over nervously at Storm who's looking off towards the school building, a distant look in his eyes.

I clear my throat, making him whip his head around. "Yeah, sure okay," I say, turning around to start. 

Dee:

Hello, hello. It's. Been. A. While. But hey, better late than never. Ok...no, that's like the worst saying ever.

Buttt ignoring my usual procrastinating, what do you think. Yee, lot's of subtle glance, lot's of subtle flirting.

The beginning was a bit weird for me to write cause normally I don't like to write "desperate girls" with the whole pulling up the shorts thing but I mean, if you've ever had a crush...you've done something like this, maybe not hiking up your shorts but just wearing something nice or taking time with your hair. Yeah, society portrays it as "wrong" but hey, there isn't anything wrong with being you. She wasn't being "slutty", she was doing what teenagers do and I'm going in circles so just ignore me now lmao.

HEHE I ADDED A BIT OF GILMORE GIRLS. I love when author's let parts of themselves into their writing, so I thought this would be kinda fun. *shrug*

Ok this is getting long now (250 words almost) so bye and tell me what you think <33

Hopefully, my next update will be this week. Be excited. Lmao. Also, tell me if these chapters are too short...I feel like I'm not getting enough content in. 

Again, changed the order of chapters but 8KKK WE'RE HEREEEE!

*basic editing done 5/3/2021