Blinded By Love

Chapter2: My Bio Partner

So here's the second chapter! Hope you guys enjoy! I'm sorry if there are a lot of gramatical errors or whatever, I wrote this chapter on the car ride home on my phone, and didn't bother editing :/ But please enjoy feel free to comment and vote! :) 

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“Hey I’m James and I guess I’ll be working with you?” I felt my cheeks flush and I’m pretty sure they turned bright pink. He had the cutest Australian accent.

“H-hey I’m Sasha, yeah I guess I’ll be working with you.” I had never stutter once in my life when speaking to guys, but this felt different.

“So Let’s start with the questions. Do you want me to start asking or...?”

“I really don’t mind.” I giggled sheepishly.

“Sure, I’ll start then. First question. Where are you from?” He asked, shrugging at the simplicity of the question.

“Oh, Malibu. Born there, lived there, raised there, and still here."

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Only English,” I said nonchalantly, no one really spoke any other language here in Ohio, unless you were a mix, or some language freak.

“Eh well, I used to learn French, Spanish, and even a little bit of Chinese, but I figured one language was enough, so I dropped the rest.” He said chuckling. I smirked with a bit of guilt. Technically speaking, I just mentally called him a language freak. “Moving on, how many siblings do you have?”

“Unfortunately two, they’re twins actually Crystal and Christie.”

“Tell me about it.” He groaned.

“You have twin siblings too?” I smiled.

“Sort of. I am a twin and I have a twin sister, she drives me crazy. She’s like an overprotective grandma who freaks out about everything.” He rolled his eyes. I snickered, the thought of having someone monitoring him was just hysterical, don’t ask why. “What’s so funny?” I realized I was just sitting there laughing like a freak. I’m such a freak sometimes…okay, maybe always.

“Nothing…” I grinned.

 “You’re cute. Favorite sport?” I blushed at his comment, but I chose to ignore it, preventing myself from saying anything stupid.

“I dance.”

“Dancing is not a sport.” He bust out laughing

I stared at him, squinting my eyes, “If we had the time, I’d take you to a dance class just to show you how much of a workout it gives you and I promise you, you will regret not calling dancing a sport. In fact, it gives you as much of a workout as football and I bet you I can do 100 more sit-ups that any of those jerkish football players.” I tried to control my anger, making sure I didn’t do anything stupid, even having to think of those jocks can really bring up the fire in me.

He glanced down at my automatically clenched fists, I swear my body is disconnected to my brain. “You’ve got something against the football players do you?”

“Oh it’s a long story.” I said rolling my eyes and puffing out my cheeks.

“We have time.”

“Maybe sometime later.” I offered.

“Sorry,” He apologized, “Moving on, favorite color?” His face turned bright red, he looked embarrassed actually.