The A Team

Chapter 7: "Ace you sexy devil please shine you sexiness on me."

Hey my lovely leprechauns!!!!!!

HOWS IT GOIN?!?!?!?!

YESSSSS I'VE JUST HAD ONE- TOO-MANY CUPS OF COFFEE!!!!!!!!!! >~<

yup.

ENJOY...?😋
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Angel's P.O.V.

"Sit down you asshole.", I say after recovering from my extreme-tomato-Blake-Brown(tomato from my class....literally, he looks like his face was shoved into a tomato as a child and is now just permanently red-faced)-embarrassing-blush. I wonder if Ace is normally like this, or if he just forgot to take his meds today.

No wonder he's failing his classes. He's probably always to busy with his case of the grab-hands for Lillian to pay attention to the lesson. Ew...

For some unknown reason he begins to pretend to faint....What the hell is wrong with him?

Urgh. I ignore him and try to reach down to grab my precious book-bag again, but that stupid combat boot steps out and drags it away, again.

"Don't you remember what happened the last time you tried that, Sunflower?", he asks as he grips my waist and pulls me right-up again. And again I find myself flush against his chest. Only this time, it's as if he is hugging me from behind. I foolishly let his warmth seep into me and awaken something in my soul that I've never felt before.

Da fuq?!

Giving up I ask, "Well then how the crap am I supposed to fricken tutor you while it's on the floor?"

"I don't know. You tell me, Sweetie.", he whispers huskily in my ear. His warm, minty breath coming to rest on my neck for the second...or third...or forth time today.

I mentally zone out, thinking about our close proximity. Wait! Our close proximity!?

I shove him away from me and distance myself at at least 3 feet away from him.

Crap. Now I'm cold.

"Urgh, save your hornyness for Lillian.", I snap.

"Oh, hey. If you want to talk about my hornyness than no one is stopping you, but you may get a few strange looks from old people."

"URGH! Why are you so gosh dang impassible?!"

"Being impassible is one of my special qualities", he says in a fake posh tone, "now work your freak-nerdness in calculus.", finishes as the smart arse that he is.

"Then let me get my book-bag."

"Sit down and I'll see if I think you deserve it."

Oh, I swear on the fakeness of Nicki Minaj's arse-

He cuts off my thoughts by picking up my book-bag and walking over to a table before sitting down.

Strawberry Shortcake help me now.

"Well at least from all this I know that you got your book-bag.", he says with a smirk, while slinging my book-bag onto his lap.

"Whatever...Wait. Where were you sixth period? Hadn't you threatened me about 'extra'? I mean seriously, what does that ev-". I am cut off by Ace's hand clamping over my mouth. When did he even stand up?! Man, I am as oblivious as one of those deer that just jumps out into the fricken road at the exact moment you are about to pass them. I mean really. Are those things born with suicidal chips in their brains or something?