𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥 //𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘦

pencils pt 1

one step towards her.

it's like a wave of a million emotions hitting her like a wave.

the way his hair sits perfect around his face, he grabs the side of his leather jacket, and adjusts the backpack hanging of his shoulder.

and she watches as the entire room of girls swoon.

as they twirl their hair and cross their arms to show off their boobs like only exist with a size 32 triple E push up bra.

and it happens everyday as he walks 10 minutes late into history. the entire room turns, even her.

she doesn't want. she's jade fucking west. she doesn't swoon over anyone. especially bad boys with fluffy hair.

but he just sits down and smirks at the room, pulling out a ripped piece of paper and picking up a pencil off the ground to join in taking notes.

until one day he walks in 12 minutes late, instead of his usual ten. he looks tired, bags under his deep brown eyes that appear as if you looked too hard you might fall right into them.

and as he sits down and searches the depths of his dark bag for a pencil he leans over to her. a hand over his mouth.

"got a pencil?"

three simple words. but she can easily feel the entire room eavesdropping on their conversation.

she nods slowly, grabbing her bag and almost frantically opening the zipper and pulling out a random pencil that lurks in the dusty bottom of her backpack.

she pulls one out and shoves it towards him, holding out her hand softly and letting him grab as he sends her a world ending smile.

and then the next day he sits down next to her once again, and this time he leans a little closer,

"pencil?"

she smiled softly and nods, pulling another pencil out of her bag and handing it to him.

and the next day.

"psst i need a pencil"

and so she grabs another pencil and shoves it towards him.

and then the next day.

he doesn't have to say anything this time. she is ready with an extra pencil when he walks in ten minutes late and when he smirks at her she just places it into his open hand.

"thanks babe" he mutters as he turns to face their teacher who's basically dirt at this age.

but her heart drops.

"babe"

maybe he calls all the girls babe. maybe it's just a stupid habit of bad boys like him. but maybe it just slipped out. maybe it just felt natural.

and so the next day when he sits down and she hands him the pencil she decides to say something.

"this is my last pencil" she raises one eyebrow and stares at him as his face falls back into a smirk.

"oh no what will i do now?" he mocks and she smiles.

"i'm serious, you're gonna have to get your own pencils now" she bites back on her lip to not smile at him as he holds back a laugh.

"don't get your panties in a twist babe" he winks at her when he sees her cheeks blush to a light pink.

she sits back in her chair and sighed.

so he thought about her panties? on a regular basis? just this once? is it just a saying? he wouldn't have said it if he wasn't thinking about the impact. maybe he says that a lot?

she closed her eyes, letting her eyelids rest while she let her mind clear for a second.

"jade? the impact of the tulsa massacre?" she blinked hard, quickly opening her eyes and realizing she was being called on.

and just like that it the day went on.

but the next day something different happens.

as she is walking to history, 5 minutes early, like always, but there is a voice that calls her name.

she whips around and is more than a little surprised to see him behind her, tapping on her shoulder.

"what?" she spits out in mere shock.

"i need a pencil" he smirked and she rolled her eyes.

"i told you i don't have any more" she shook her head and tried to continue walking but he grabbed onto her fingers and practically yanked her back to face him.

"i have to get to class" she manages to breath out, sounding rather normal for the panic attack she is having on the inside.

"skip" he says simply and she almost scoffs.

"come on seriously. it's one history class, wouldn't you rather come with me?" he shoots her another winning smile and she glances at her history door.

he's right. she would much rather go with him.

"where?" she finally sighs and his face almost lights up.

"chill out i'm not gonna take you to weed garden" he smirks at her as they leave the school and begin to walk to his car.

"oh no what a shame" she teased him and he just shook his head.

"i'll just take you to my super secret whiskey stash. maybe then you'll learn how to loosen up every once in a while" he mocked back and she closed his car door behind her as he started the engine.

"i know how to loosen up" she defended herself and this time he scoffed.

"oh please babe. you're in control of every situation. i wanna see a jade that isn't in control for once." he glanced over at her and she had her arms crossed in defiance.

"and how do you plan on achieving that?" she shot back, leaning against the back of his seat.

"easy, you're gonna do whatever i say for the rest of the day" he shrugged, like it was so obvious.

"who have you that idea because there is no way i'm doing that" she almost laughed and he bit down on his lower lip.

"oh i think you will. you like being controlled. you like me telling you what to do." they came to a stoplight and he looked over at her.

her lips were parted slightly and her eyes looked so focused yet not looking at anything at the same time.

"i-i don't. you're just a self absorbed dick" she managed to spit out at him in sharp words.

"very specific choice of words. something on your mind?" he smirked, looking back at the road.

"of course not" she sighed loudly and he raised an unamused eyebrow.

"where are we going?" she scoffed after a few minutes of silence.

"wouldn't you like to know?" he shot back and she just rolled her eyes.

ok i had no plan for that i was just writing randomly

if you want a second part to this like mini one or maybe two shot just let me know

love u bitches