A Very Foreign Love

"The things I would do to that mouth"; Ch 10

                      ADRIANS POV
   She was smart. That's one of the many things I like about her. She knows exactly how to get to me, not many people do.
     
I'm hard to crack but when it comes to this girl every barrier or block I have built up, crumbles in defeat.
      
She has no idea what she does to me. I want to show her exactly what it does to me but I don't want to scare her off.
    
I want to feel her so bad it's killing me.
   
" You look beautiful today by the way"
   
Left my mouth. It was almost exactly what I was thinking.

I quickly snapped out of my gaze as she got up out of the seat in which she was sitting next to me in. We had been staring at each other for so long I don't know if I even remembered to blink.
         
But then she just up and left.

I slammed my fist down on the small wooden desk in front of me before collecting my papers and storming out of the large classroom.
       
She was walking up the hall a fair distance. But I could still see her perfect hips swaying as she walked, her blonde hair swaying. I loved her outfit it set fire in me. I'm assuming that's what she was aiming for. I wanted me and me only to see that outfit on her .
     
I left the class when I bumped into someone.
    
I didn't move but this person flew across the empty hallway, everyone had already cleared out to class. Whoops.
     
I looked at a small skinny guy with glasses and brown hair on the ground getting up.
    
I sighed and walked over to him.

I extended my hand to the poor guy.
   " Here."
He grabbed my hand and got back to his feet.
     
I think somethings wrong with me, do- do I suddenly have a Conscience?
    
I quickly left before he good say anything else. I adjusted my jacket and tucked my chain under my black plain tee-shirt. I ran my hands through my hair.
       
I spotted a brunette girl making eyes at me from the water fountain. She was twirling her hair and her hand and biting her lip. I pictured her as Alana.
    
The girl walked up to me, I guess I was staring for too long.
    
" Are you looking at me babe?"

Babe?
        
I was genuinely confused by the statement. Must be American slang.
  
" Nope."

I gave a short and bitter response before pushing past her.
    
I didn't feel like going to class anymore, I needed a quick release. And since I couldn't have Alana;

I needed to smoke.

I pushed past the big double doors of the school. I smiled at the camera in the corridor, there to make sure students weren't skipping classes.
    
I gave it a quick wave before exiting the building.
     
You may be wondering well how I got into the exchange program if I don't do school? Well, you see... I jumped a kid while outside the airport picking up my friend, the idiot left all of his info in his bag. So I of course took it like any sane person would and I got into his computer, found out he was supposed to be in some sort of program, and now here I am. Alana will find out eventually but, oh well.
      
I made my way across the parking lot to my expertly parked car.
               
Before getting in I searched through my pocket for a pack of cigarettes I had in there from the previous night. I found them as well as my old lighter.
     
I was almost the legal age to buy cigarettes in Russia anyways.
   
I shoved the cigarette into my mouth and climbed in my car away from prying eyes. I quickly lit it up and took a heavy breath.
   
The smoke circled around the inside of my mouth slowly, warming up the inside of my cheeks.
    
I took the cigarette out and placed in in between my two fingers that didn't have rings. I'm pretty sure everybody but Alana knows why I don't wear rings on only two of my fingers.
      
I exhaled the smoke out of the corner of my mouth and leaned back into my seat.
   
I took a few more drags and squashed it out in the ashtray sitting on my dashboard.
    
I lifted my phone out of the pocket of my black ripped jeans not long after.
    
"Me: Hang out after school with me Blondinka?"
   
I texted her really not thinking she'd reply, but at least I was hoping she would.
  
I never wanted to let her out of my sight, I hated parting ways with her when one of us goes home after hanging out, or after the classes we have together are over. I hate to see her leave but shit, I love watching her go.