No Two Hearts

Chapter 7

Part 2 - Double Update

"Your name is Clark? I thought it was Kent?"

Ugh. All that time thinking about this guy, and that is what I decided to say?

"Kent's my last name. Why? Did you come up with a better one?" He smirked, and I think I literally lost my shit right then and there.

He was so incredibly perfect. His eyes. His hair. His jawline. His dimples. Even his voice.

It was deep, but so soothing- I could listen to it all day.

So the issue wasn't his voice, but what he was saying with that voice. His words made me want to smack him, but everything else in me wanted the opposite.

No.
I wasn't doing that anymore.

"Oh, no. I just figured someone with so much bravado would have a much more interesting name then Clark," flashing him a smile, which caused his smirk to drop and his blue eyes to darken.

"Watch it sweetheart."

Asshole. Who does he think he is?

The loud chatting of all our other classmates working on their projects, made me realise we should probably be working on ours.

I turned back to my desk to pull out the notebook I had brought with me, figuring we could start by jotting down some ideas, when an empty cigarette package went flying past my face, and out the open window.

I whirled my head around, "You can't just throw that out the window, you idiot! Why didn't you just walk three steps to the recycling and put it in there?"

He tiredly looked over at me, now flicking a cheap red pocket lighter on and off, "Why do you think that's any of your business?"

I scoffed and stuck my head back out the open window, to see where the package had landed.

Coincidentally, it lay directly at the feet of a tall black-haired man, who was some donned in black suit pants and a white dress shirt.

My face flushed bright red when I noticed him looking straight at me and smiling from outside the window.

"Did you drop this? I can always throw it away for you if you'd like," speaking loudly enough that I could hear him over the buzzing chatter of the class behind me.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry. This guy here," I turned back around me to gesture to Clark, who had apparently disappeared from his desk, "threw it out the window."

The man looked to where I was gesturing and raised an eyebrow at the empty desk.

"I swear, he was just here," I continued sheepishly,
"I don't even smoke."

"Don't worry about it dear. Just tell your friend he should be careful; it's not safe to just leave your things laying around."

I nodded politely as he waved to me, before picking up the empty packet and turning the corner in the direction of the parking lot.

I stuck my head back inside the class only to see Clark leaning back at his desk, arms crossed casually over his broad chest, as if he had been there the whole time.

"Where the fuck were you?" I hissed.

"I just looked like such an idiot to some man because you were too lazy to toss your shit in a recycling bin."

He paused for a moment, as if he were contemplating my words, but instead of responding, he just crammed his lighter into the pocket of his hoodie, and rose to his feet.