Sweet Little Blue Eyes

Blue

"Seriously, Eves, think about it! No gamer has ever, and I mean ever, slain that dragon! It's a friggin genius!"

"I've told you , Scott, I am awesome but I don't meddle with virtual breathing fire lizards."

"Pluto Monsters Rush Hunt is a legendary game! How can you not like it , Eves?! Gosh, I wonder what goes on in that pretty mind of yours."

"Trust me, it's not in your... comprehension."

"Whateves,Eves. Get it? Eves-eves?"

I just rolled my eyes at the laughing almighty Scott. Faking a scoff and closing my blue locker with a slam to add the dramatic effect, Scott stopped his laughing.

He looked at me with pure and sincere concern.

Seriously, he was sincere.

Frowning he grabbed me gently by my elbows, he pouted childishly while pulling me back.

"I'm so sorry, Eves. I didn't mean to insult you. If I did, I swear I didn't intend to. You okay? Did I say something ? Or mention something? Or maybe brought back a bad memor-"

His chain of questions was interrupted by my abrupt giggle. Throughout his apology, I looked down and put on a depressed face.

In reality, I really was trying not to burst out laughing. Fail.

Scott stared at me as if I'm insane just until he realized the prank.

"You...you tricked me! You little trickster! Or trickette or trickess or...."

"Oh Scotchy"

With that, the bell rang and we've finally reached our first lesson of the year.

English writing.

Oh, jeez, can you feel the fun?

No?

Yeah, I thought so.

It's not like we had anything against English Writing, it's just that-

"Oh Miss Victoria is holding the detention slip forms already. She's ..... A bit...."

"Of a real piece of work that went terribly wrong in a mutant transform by Knight Alpe on level 35?"

"Now, you're talking my language, Eves."

Scott sent me a quick wink before shoving me up the steps to our usual seats.

Yes, when I said shoved, I meant pushed my butt up the steps literally.

When I reached our usual seats, I noticed a tall, lean, boy dressed in black leather jacket, a white V-neck shirt and long light blue jeans.

His hazel eyes gleamed in victory with his smirk creeping up his broad jaws.

He sat with his two legs over the other seat.

I smell trouble.

And apple pie from Scott.

But mostly trouble.

Let's show this bully who I am.

"May I help you, the damsel in distress and the troll, I assume, who guards her? Or maybe a one of his Cyclops brothers?"

He pointed offensively at Scott.

Scott was pouting a little at the fact the Jerk's feet were on where his butt was supposed to be but I'll just soothe him out later.

"Oh no, we'll just stand by you beautiful feet for the next three hours for no reason. Good enough for you?"

"Excellent, and while you standing there, would please mind shuffling to the side a little? You're blocking a very good view."

I turned around and saw Angelina, a cheerleader flirting with him and she shot me a dirty glare.

"Hey, uhmm... Angelina, you've got a little dirt smug here."

I pointed to my nose.

"And under you eye and a bit on your left cheek-"

She was rubbing her face furiously and Scott was stood there confused.

"Oh wait, my bad Angelina. It's a face."

"Feisty, nice."

We paid our attention back to the boy who wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Ewe man. That's just plain gross.

"Hey! You leave her alone!"

Scott was an intimidating guy actually, standing at 6'4 ft and one of the best athletes in the school, he could really bash someone up.

But this is Scott Ryan I'm talking bout. He wouldn't hurt a rat.

No seriously, he couldn't bring himself to bisect a rat during biology.

The Great and Terrible boy raised his hands in mocking surrender and stuck out his hand for me to shake.

"Mr.James, I appreciate you kindly respect the presence of me, as your teacher! And Mrs.Eva and Mr.Scott, scurry on!"

I shot him a look which said,' this isn't over'.

"By the way, sweetheart, the name's James Eric Ruth Kyle."

"Nah, too long. How bout.... J.E.R.K.?"

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