Dedicated to ChelseaVine

The bell rings indicating that now is my time to die.

Don't forget about my funeral dress code.

I quickly shove my book in my backpack to escape the wrath of Chloe and get to the cafeteria in one piece.

I also need to ask Cayden when we can meet up for the project but that bastard is already walking out of the class.

I quickly throw my stuffs in my backpack and race after him.

He is a few feet away from me, ambling in the corridors while every females are having hots for him.

"Cayden!" i yell as jogtrot towards him.

I don't know if he does not hear me or of he is ignoring me on purpose because he does not turn around.

"CAYDEN!!!" I should louder and this time all the heads in the corridors whips in my direction.

Uh oh.

So that's how they see it.
A sexy greek God walking in slow motion along the corridors and an geek running after him.

Huh.

I do not realise that Cayden had stopped in his tracks and already turned around and by the time I process what is happening, my legs cannot come to a halt and run straight into his chest. Brick wall chest.

Don't say it
Don't say it
Don't say it

"Ouch" Welp i ended up saying it while rubbing my forehead.

I think i got a crane damage.
Wait that means that my brain will be kaput.
And I will turn to a dopey bovine glaikit.
That means third-rate grades and lamentable job.
Meagre salary and
NO ABUNDANT FOOD.

Well congratulations fucker! you just ruined my dreams.

"Pfew, You just made me run a marathon!" i say sweeping the imaginary sweat from my forehead.

"The class is like 3 feet away" he chuckles looking down at me.

"So... We should probably figure out a time to work on this project" i say stiffly.

"I don't care. I'll find you when i feel like it." he says turning around to walk away.

He did not just say that!

I grab his shoulder and turn him around.

"Listen there is no way I'm gonna fail this project because of your lazy ass. I take my grades seriously!" i scoff.

"Now Miss grumpy what do we normally say at the end of a sentence when we want someone to do something for us?" he says in a playful tone as if adressing to a child.

Is he serious?
I am doing him a favor by working with him. His thick as two short planks brain will get him nowhere while My whip-smart brain will get us both marks.
I'm sharing my wisdom here and that jerk thinks he is doing a favour for me. Huh, he can kiss my ass.

I mentally show him my middle finger but put on the good girl facade. I need to get those marks at any cost and I'll try being nice to him.

Note the keyword - TRY

"Errr.... Puh-lease?" i say drily while rolling my eyes.

"What? I did not hear that" he gives me his dimpled smirk. That devil.

'Go fuck yourself' i mutter underneath my breath.

"What was that?" he says steping closer and looking down at me locking his green gaze with my brown ones. I gulp.

"I said... PLEASE!!! " I stand on my tip toes and yell in his ears.

He cringes and he places his hand on his ear has now probably a percuted eardrum.

I am taken aback as he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto his chest. He slowly brings his face closer, not breaking eye contact. His warm breath fans over my neck and shoulder sending shivers down my spine as he reaches my ear and he whispers in a low sexy voice. My eyes automatically shut close.

"Good, you're progressing. Now let's try that again shall we?" I know he is smirking even though i can't see him.

"Please" i say in a low voice that barely came as a whisper and sound like a moan.
Fuck.
It sounds like a horny sexual voice.
Ew.

Look its not my fault if he came this close to me. I'm a girl with hormones.

He lets go of my wrist and steps back, amusement and contentment flashing in his eyes as he smirks. He is proud of what he did.
Asshole.

"Can i see your hand?" he asks.

"No." i say sternly.

He sighs and rolls his eyes before his hand shoot for my wrist and he pulls out a pen from the back pocket of his jeans.

I look at him intently as he takes off the pen cap by holding it with his perfect white dazzling teeth as his dimples form on either sides of his cheeks.
I think i even saw a tooth sparkle.
Never had i thought to say it but
Swoon.

I snap out of my reverie as i feel the palm of my hands tickle and i bit the insides of my cheeks to prevent giggling. I look down at my palm to see Cayden's head slightly bowed down offering be a perfect view of his jet black matte fluffy hair as he is scribbling something on my hand.

Once he is done, he looks up and I can't help but admire the stand of black thick hair which had cascaded over his left eye, half covering his intense green eyes.His hair was thick yet soft, i want to run my hand through his hair so badly.

I look down at my hand to find his number scribbled on my hand.
Those hungry bimbos would kill to be in my place right now.
Who would have thought the nerdy awkward potato would get the gorgeous badboy's number first.
I smile at that.

"What is that?" i ask pointing at a digit while squinting my eyes trying to decode his chicken handwriting.

"Its a 9" he deadpans.

"Phua" i laugh.
"That looks like a 4" i chuckle.

"You know what else is a four?" he smirks.

Me. I am a four. Ouch.

"Your dick?" i ask smirking.

All blood drains from his face. He looks taken aback as his eyes turn into a darker shade.

That's the second time i hurt his male ego.

Bad news!
I repeat bad news!

"You did not just say that" he says in a low dangerous tone stepping closer to me, his piercing green eyes getting intense every second as they penetrate into mine.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I gulp heavily as my heart throbs so hard that it could fly out of my chest any second.

He takes one step closer.

Another one.

And one more.

His arms shoot to catch me but it brushes past my my shoulder as i sprint in the opposite direction.

His footsteps echo behind me and i turn around to find him running after me. And he runs, like the winter breeze colliding into inanimate objects and crashing waves hitting the shore line.

Okay that was dramatic.

With the slightest of effort he runs , barely breaking a sweat and not panting the least.
A small smile tugged his lips as he easily closes the distance between us.

I quicken my pace but my body suddenly jerks back as his fingers clasp against my arm, whiping me around.

I lose my balance and crash on his hard chest sending both of us tumbling down on the floor.

I slowly open my eyes and my gaze is immediately locked to hypnotizing green ones staring deeply at me. Hot breaths fans over my face as he breathes and i realise how close our lips are. One slight movement and our lips would brush against each other. His lips were a pale pink that reminded me of a rose bud. Full lips and a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush.

Oh my god, I am not a lip person.
I am a hair and eyes person.
Since when did i turn lip fettish?

His eyes flicker to my lips and return back to my eyes, making butterflies erupt my stomach.

Oh god i feel horny!
Please Stop subconscious.

I jump slightly as i hear someone clear his throat.

Standing in front of us is a dumbfounded Kayla that stares down at us. She is white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

My brain stutters for a moment before everything sinks in. I WAS STRADDLING CAYDEN!

Holy smashed potatoes!

Shit.

I briskly get up and dust off imaginary dirt from my shirt.

I look away since my face fulfilled its dream of going redder than a Rudolph's nose.

Before Kayla bombards me with oodles of questions, I grab her arm and spin her around, dragging her towards the caffeteria.

I look over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of Cayden laughing.

Jerk.

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