BETWEEN YOU TWO AND I

CHAPTER TWO

It's Friday evening and NO, I'm not at Archer 's house flirting with him as I sneak a look over my maths textbook at his perfect face. Those brown eyes; it wasn't the chocolate colour that got me, it was the kind glint in them. His full peachy lips, I dreamt of kissing them again and again. His dimples...them dimples, even if he smirked slightly, they grew like little hollows. His long shoulder length hair, I always had things for guys with long luscious hair. And his fingers, oh my good Lord. They were long and bony and his nails were the most brilliant of white.
I could imagine him cupping my face and slightly grazing my cheek, tracing his finger along my lower lip.

  I kicked the chair in front of me. Why, oh why did I have to get detention today of all days. And with Mr. Ian with all teachers. (Apparently I did so terribly at my test, I got detention where I had to revise the questions with Mr. Ian.)

  'At least half the class including my friends also failed the test and are here,' I sighed. Then he walked into class, with a tired look on his face. It was my beautiful boy, Archer himself.  Behind him was Mr. Ian.

   'Settle down, settle down,' Mr. Ian breathed panting heavily. Probably tired from masturbating in the men 's room, I thought to myself.

   'Cal Archer here is the teacher for today. He volunteered to go through the test questions with you all.'
 
    I could feel Archer 's eyes on me. I quickly returned his eyes, my eyes wide with gratitude. I knew he was doing this for me. And even though it wasn't in what I imagined was his poorly lit room with velvet curtains and a soft bed, I was still grateful he was doing this.

   He took the chalk and faced the board writing out the first question. As you can tell already, I wasn't focusing on maths but rather his beautiful bony fingers. I could almost feel them moving up my skirt, slowly but surely... My face heated up slightly at the thought of his touch.

   'Hey, why don't you focus?' Archer 's benign voice found me. He had long finished explaining the sum on the board and given us some questions to practice with.   

  'I'm sorry. I'm finding it a bit hard to focus,' I answered truthfully. 'Can you help?' I asked pushing my textbook towards him. He leaned in and I got a whiff of his slight scent. He smelled like a clean cotton bedsheet. He smelled like what I think the colour white would smell like. He smelled like comfort and love. I fought back the urge to bury my head in his chest and close my eyes forever. 

   'So first, you need to understand what it means when it says an object is in freefall,' he started explaining the questions. Gently, he took my pen away from me and began scribbling in my workbook. I forced myself to listen to him as he quickly explained the question and went to help another student.

   'Thank you Mr. Archer. Your services today would be recorded as extra credit,' Mr. Ian said as everyone started to leave the classroom. I stayed back for a while keeping my eyes on Archer 's back. I knew he could feel them and I wished he would stay back until everyone left. He did exactly that sitting on the chair next to me as we both watched the room clear. 

   I smiled inwardly to myself. I loved how he could read my mind almost instantly. It was the most attractive shit. I found myself falling a bit deeper for him that rainy Friday afternoon. 

   Once the classroom cleared and the hallyway quietened, I turned to look at him causing my braids to accidently graze on his face. 'Sorry,' I giggled.  'It's okay Fay,' he answered, his dimples making an appearance. He passed his beautiful fingers over his bouncy curls and repeated, 'It's okay.' 

   That did it for me. I couldn't hold on any longer. Placing my left hand on his neck, I pulled him closer to my face and kissed him. Fireworks exploded in my stomach. My body took a mind of it own. I pushed myself off my chair and climbed onto his lap and pressed my lips harder against his. Just when I was going for one of my specialty french kisses, he suddenly jerked his head away and pushed me off his lap.

  'What are you doing?' his clear voice rang sharp. The butterflies in my stomach died immediately as if they were fumigated with his rejection.

  'I....I'm...' I stammered, my eyes wide with embarrasment. Had I misread something?