"Shush!"
That was the sound the Librarian made after Brody laughed like a hyena after reading my essay. Please note; it was probably the hundredth time that he got shushed, but who's counting, am I right?
"Are you done reading it? Or let me put it this way, are you done laughing so loudly in a library?" I asked, rolling my eyes at his immature behavior.
"No and no, this is too hilarious. Seriously? Ms Peterson getting eaten by a unicorn? What is this, fiction class?" He replied.
"Hey, it's my essay. And Ms Peterson did say it was based on your own imagination, that's what I'm doing." I muttered my answer, suddenly feeling defensive about my essay.
"Well, I still think it's horrible."
"I think your face is horrible."
"We're off topic here," he wrinkling his nose while saying so.
Oh Jesus, he looks cute doing so.
Wait, what? Did I just—?
"Oh mi god. Brody, is that you? Oh my, it is. Hi, I'm Jane Holland and welcome to Queenstown West High," a voice said, while I was in the middle of my inner discussion.
Brody and I whipped our heads to the sound of the voice.
Of all the times, it had to be now.
"Hi?" Brody question-answered her.
Jane stuttered with her words and blinked her eyes rapidly.
Didn't expect a boy to be rude to you huh.
I wanted to so badly say,"What's wrong girlfriend, cat got your tongue? Huh? Is that it?!" But no, I have to keep my cool once in my life and be a sophisticated women.
But I guess my words must have slipped my tongue because Jane and Brody looked at me with the what-the-shit face. Especially Jane. And let me tell you this: it ain't pretty when Jane's mad.
Jane looked like she wanted to dig my eyeballs out with her newly done manicures but she can't; she needs to impress Brody over here, who is still looking at me and trying to contain his laughter.
"Haha." Jane pretended to be in the joke by sacarsticly laughing at it. She narrowed her eyes at me while doing so.
She averted her attention to Brody and asked, "So..are you free this weekend?" While asking so, she twirled her hair around her finger..flirtatiously, I might add.
"Sorry, no can do blonde. I gotta unpack my stuff at home this weekend," Brody replied.
"Then...how about next weekend?" Jane was determine to win Brody's heart and his virginity...that is if he hasn't done it yet. Which will be pretty surprising if he hasn't..I mean, just look at his body and face.
"Sure, just text me 'kay?" He grinned and gave Jane his number.
This jerk. Idiot. Douchebag. Useless human. Stupid. Handsome but poor attitude man.
I could have thought of more words to describe Brody Marksman if he hadn't shook my body,
"Hey, you alright there? You look like someone who is gonna burst a vein or something."
"Oh no, I'm absolutely fine. Don't need to worry about me, just go hang out with Jane, run along now," you peasant. I added mentally in my mind.
"What? I didn't even do anything wrong." He whined.
I sighed, "Of course you didn't."
Brody's eyes flashed and before I could registered what it meant, he smirked and said, "Are you jealous?"
If I had been drinking water, I doubt I wouldn't choke on it or spit it everywhere.
I opened my mouth, ready to explain myself, but couldn't find the correct words to express myself so I closed my mouth, and then opening it again, followed by closing them.
Looking like a flipping fish.
Finally, after who-knows-how-long, I exclaimed, "No! I'm not! I just met you!"
His smirk deepened, what's with boys and smirks? Some kind of trend that I'm not aware of?
He asked again, "Does that mean if you know me long enough you'll get jealous over things like this?"
"What? No! That's not what I meant, I swear!"
He chuckled, "Sure, Skylar. Sure."
"You have to—! Put me down Brody!"
Brody had went ahead and decided to just flipping scoop me up like I'm some kind of block he needs to move and placed me over his shoulders.
"Shh!" The Librarian shushed us again.
We both ignored her and I asked,"Why am I on your shoulder?"
"Because you're short?"
"You don't answer a question with a question." I told him the teenage rule that I always hear.
He rolled his eyes, "Kitten, I think I just did." He mocked.
I groaned, internally and verbally.
The nickname was getting worse by the minute, I swear.
"Next period is Math, I checked your schedule, all of our lessons are the same, don't whine, so now we are going to Math. "
I almost screamed out in anguish, or just pure irritation with this kid.
Wait..did he just say math? And all of our lessons are the same?
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author's note:
I hope the editing or proofreading are actually making my stories more interesting lmao. I added quite a few more parts in the last few chapters that I've edited woo.
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