"George tell me why the fuck you went from a ninety-five to a damn seventy-eight in the class!" Evelyn snaps shoving the boy into his desk chair.

George fell into the chair and simply shrugged. The past few days have been shitty for him and he feels as though he does not owe anyone, anything. Even the smart mouth girl he has the tiniest crush on.

Evelyn glares at the boy before rolling her eyes and flopping onto the bed. George was making so much progress. They only have two more months left in the semester and Evelyn is counting on George to end it with a bang.

Looking at his new grade in Organic Chemistry is making it hard for Evelyn to have those hopes anymore. She also knows about his D in Humanities. She doesn't know what is going on, but she wants to believe that she is able to fix it.

Then an eerie thought crosses her mind. She cannot play hero for a man-child who does not want to be saved. George has been in a sour mood lately and refuses to tell Evelyn why. She is not the prying type which means she has yet to ask questions, but the desire to know bothers her constantly.

Evelyn is scared to interfere with the very morals that kept her out of trouble and especially drama, but she feels bad for the guy. That and some small part of her missed that beautiful smile of his.

"George?" Evelyn speaks softly this time. "What's going on. Tell me what's going on."

George leans over his knees and shrugs carelessly. He does not feel like talk today - or ever.

"George, seriously tell me--"

"Nothing. Okay? Now stop asking." George hisses.

Evelyn thought to snap on him and tell him how much of an asshole he is being, but she dropped it when she spotted an English to Spanish translation encyclopedia across the room.

She sat up from the bed and walked to the crate it was carelessly thrown into. A smile spread her lips when she saw the twelve dollar Barnes and Noble sticker on it. The book, as well as the price sticker, was fresh. George just purchased this.

Evelyn picked up the book and flipped through it pausing every once in awhile to read the bright and colorful sticky notes that confirmed the recent purchase. George purchased the book two weeks ago. The notes had a terrible chicken scratch of words George must have gotten wrong. His favorite - or maybe they were important words - had a star next to them.

This means that George is trying to brush up on his Spanish again. At least that is what Evelyn is concluding. Why else would he have this translation encyclopedia?

"It's rude to snoop through other people's belongings," George speaks up his voice dangerously close.

Evelyn turns around to find George standing adjacent to her. His eyes tired and his full pink lips in a cute pout. His hair is unusually messy as well as his attire. He looks like he just threw on the sweats and tee shirt.

Yet somehow he still looks so attractive. Pale skin, messy hair, pouty lips, and all. Evelyn just can't get over how beautiful this boy is. He is a beautiful asshole.

"You brushing up on Spanish?" Evelyn ignores his comment.

George glances at the hard cover book and shrugs.

"I guess. Just trying to jog my memory."

Evelyn nods and traces her finger over a highlighter yellow sticky note.

"Tell me what you learned." She steps in front of George, book in hand.

George rolls his eyes and bites back a smile at Evelyn's smirk. She really will be the death of him. Acne-faced, dark chocolate skin, smart mouth and all.

"I'm really not in the mood. I--"

"Tell me something in Spanish, boy." She smirks her deep brown eyes challenging.

George nods and leans into Evelyn. He pauses when he reaches her ear.

"Eres tan jodidamente hermosa y quiero decirte todos los días si me dejas." He pecks her ear. "You don't want me to translate that."

Evelyn inhales carefully. She does not need George to know how much that little bit affected her. She doesn't even know what he said, but dammit it had her brain stirring for the translation.

"Okay." Was all she could muster.

George leans upright and holds their gaze. He didn't know if it was just him, but something just changed with the atmosphere. In this moment nothing mattered but the Hershey girl with the smart mouth and beautiful legs.

Time has a way of making people look at each other differently, George has definitely noted that. He didn't know why, but looking at Evelyn and her clearing dark chocolate skin was driving him crazy. She truly is so unconventionally beautiful.

His eyes fall on her lips. He felt it was clichè, but time is moving slowly and all he wants to do is move his lips slowly against hers. Roughly if she begged him to.

Evelyn had noticed the mood change as well. She is definitely not blind to the way George's greenish-blue eyes just turned a dark green. The color must be the dominant one she inwardly noted. She did not know if that was normal. Her eyes have never done that, but it was still enticing nonetheless.

She definitely saw when his eyes moved lower and she followed subconsciously parting her lips when she found his new focal point there. If she was reading the situation right, she wants to kiss him, too.

"You're gonna keep staring at me or should I put on some whip cream first." Evelyn mocks eliminating the space between them.

George smirks and snatched her lips without another word. He placed his palms on either side of Evelyn's face, ensuring that she would stay still. He didn't need to worry about that, though, Evelyn was easily relaxed and graciously accepted his lips.

George didn't know what was better, kissing Evelyn finally or having her willingly return his kisses, either way, he was in heaven and did not want to come down.

Evelyn wrapped her arms awkwardly around George's torso and tugged him closer. She could barely find air, but for some reason, she needed George more. So she opened her mouth, fished for his tongue, wrestled with his tongue and discovered her new favorite flavor: George the asshole.

The two had to have been kissing for all of five minutes before either of them backed down for air. They gasped hard as if they had suddenly realized that they were not breathing during their session.

Then they shared awkward smiles before one of them stepped away. That one was George and it wasn't because he was regretting the kiss, but because his third quarter was overly happy about getting in on the action as well. George definitely chose the wrong day to wear sweats.

"That's just fucking creepy George." Evelyn giggles having had noticed George's not so minor problem.

George felt his cheeks flush for the first time in front of Evelyn. He never blushes. Yet here his is in his pale skin glory, blushing like a sissy.

"Sorry about that."

Evelyn rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out, so she went with the latter. She knew boys had those problems, but knowing George was that responsive to such a little thing as a short make out session was just weird.

"Remind me to never let you tell me something in Spanish ever again." Evelyn giggles as an effort to lighten the mood.

George takes the bait and playfully rolls his eyes. Of course, he will never forget this embarrassing moment, but he would also never forget that little subtle gasp Evelyn made when she felt him.

George had heard her before she heard herself but didn't speak on it, hoping Evelyn wouldn't either. That obviously didn't work out, but still, George will never forget.

Evelyn forced her pencil to write as fast as the words fell from Professor Boykins lips. The woman knows she can talk a mile a minute and Evelyn was definitely sure that she will not be able to note everything the motormouth was saying.

When the woman did take a break from talking, Evelyn took that as a chance to massage the cramps in her palm. The woman was going through a detailed description of the final paper for the end of the semester.

Evelyn usually uses Blackboard - a virtual canvas for students to keep up with given assignments - for the instructions, but professor Boykins made it her business to let her class know that she will not be doing uploading her instructions on Blackboard this time.

She calls it "spoon feeding grown ass kids" and that was something she refuses to do at this point in the semester. Evelyn finds this utterly ridiculous, but still, she showed up for the class for the notes.

Professor Boykins had started rambling about plagiarism when Evelyn's pencil tipped out of her shaking hand, rolling onto the other side of her desk. Evelyn sighs before rolling her eyes and turning in the direction of her pencil.

She didn't see the other body that bent down to retrieve the pencil as well until it was too late. The classmates head accidentally bumped together causing the two to cringe in pain.

"I'm sorry." The familiar baritone winces. "Here you go." He holds out the pencil for her.

Evelyn blindly reaches for the pencil, wrapping her hands around the boy's fingers before finally grasping the pencil. She leaned up carefully and rubbed her temples.

"Thank you." She winces as well.

"You're welcome, Evelyn." The boy smiles.

He hadn't spoken to Evelyn since his run in with the poster boy. He may have been towering over poster boy, but poster boy was pretty strong for his size. Poster boy had shaken him up a bit.

He was afraid to even look Evelyn's way. He and poster boy may have ended on a good note, but poster boy was not playing about Evelyn. So he backed down and even tried to avoid Evelyn some days.

Even when she asked him for a pencil or allowed him to copy her chicken scratched notes, he kept his distance. But he cannot deny that he still feels the sting from not taking her offer to go out that day.

He was just so intimidated by poster boy. The two looked like they were on certain terms and poster boys mocking him gave him all the confirmation needed that poster boy was unfazed by the guy he calls "pussyfoot". Therefore "pussyfoot" backed down, regrettably so.

Evelyn turns to the boy with the crooked teeth and smiles.

"I almost forgot you sit next to me sometimes, Caliph." She chuckles before turning toward the professor a few steps below them.

Caliph tried to do as Evelyn did and return his focus to that of his lecturing professor, but he couldn't. Evelyn forgot he sits next to her? That really hurt. It shouldn't have, but it did.

He really had to get over the dark skin beauty. He wasn't hers and as poster boy says, she never will be.

Class dragged on for another half hour before professor annoyed that the class could leave early. Evelyn didn't have to be told twice, she was up and out of her seat before the professor could warn the class about deadlines.

When Evelyn did finally make it out of the lecture hall, she released a sigh of relief and turned down the hall.

She only paused to shuffle through her backpack for her cell phone on and earbuds. She cursed herself one too many times before finally retrieving the device and buds. As she rose to her feet she spotted George ahead of her.

He was currently engrossed in a conversation with Caliph and some random girl that Evelyn recognized as the same not-so-innocent-anymore innocent girl from George's housewarming party from back in December.

The girl with beautiful hair extensions smiled wide at whatever George or Caliph said before the group bursts into laughter. Evelyn didn't know why, but she couldn't move from her spot.

She could only stand there and observe the group interactions with one another. She couldn't believe George and Caliph were being so cordial with each other. The last she seen the two together, they were seconds away from punching each other faces in. This was odd. This was very odd.

"You know you could've just came up and spoke." He whispers pecking the space behind her ear.

Evelyn wasn't aware that George had walked away from the group or that he had watched her watch him. But she did smell him before he approached her.

He smelled of Old Spice and what she thinks is Polo Red. She knew the scents because her father wore the hell out of them. She still loved the smells, though.

Nevertheless, she inhaled George as if she had never smelled something so delicious as him. She even felt her brain stir at the feeling of his lips on her skin. Those lips will definitely be the death of her.

"Didn't want to." She finally breathed finally realizing she was holding her breath.

George smirked having noticed Evelyn's airy tone. Not only was she responsive when he annoyed her, but also when he pressed a pleasure button. He now knows her Achilles heel and definitely does not plan on forgetting it.

"Too busy staring at me, hm?" He teases leaning down to peck that same spot again.

Evelyn's earbuds slip out of her hand. George's lips will be the death of her. They are so soft and sweet and full. She wants another feel.

But then she registers George's presumptuous question and is reeled back into reality.

"Why do you always have to be an asshole?" She shoves him away.

George chuckles and bends down to retrieve her earbuds.

"The same reason why you're clumsy." He teases passing her the earbuds.

Evelyn rolls her eyes.

"I'm not always clumsy, it just happens." She justifies herself.

"Exactly." George quips as if he solved an elementary mystery.

Evelyn thought to retort with something snarky but dropped it when George took her hand and lead them out of the building. What a piece of work George Mills is.

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