Toothpaste Kisses

Chapter 1

~~ Edited 17/08/2013 ~~

CHAPTER 1  —  Dreaming of when I find you, but I know I will never be the same

Tap.

Tap, tap… tap.

Tap.

I spun around to glare at the boy sitting behind me. Ignoring just how beautiful he was my eyes narrowed on the Biro that he was tapping happily on the desk covered in graffiti. My eyes flicked to his eyes, then his hand and then back to his brown eyes. He smirked as my eyes narrowed further.

I turned back around and slumped in my seat, trying to ignore him. And why hadn’t I noticed him before? He was beautiful; he had dark brown eyes that reminded me of Bournville chocolate, golden tan skin and dark brown, almost black hair. He was everything I found appealing; in the looks department anyways.

Tap.

Tap, tap… tap.

Tap.

I was going to have to stab him, that’s the only way to shut him up. It was a shame too with his beautiful face! But it didn’t matter how much his eyes crinkled when he smirked or how his hair stuck out like he had just rolled out of bed. He was going to die due to pen poisoning – biro to the heart – if he didn’t stop right now. But could I really get that gorgeous boy’s blood on my hands? There had to be a gorgy boy fandom and they could hunt me down and gouge my eyes out with… spoons…

Tap.

Tap, tap… tap.

Tap.

This had to stop, it doesn’t matter how gorgy he is. With my eyes trained on the board I whispered loud enough for the boy behind me to hear; “Mate, if you don’t shut up you won’t have a hand to write with.” I heard him chuckle but with great satisfaction the tapping stopped and I sunk back into the hard plastic chair trying to let the rest of lesson slip by.

“Honey, if you cut off my hand then you totally owe me. Do you know what I do with my hands?” Oh really, he was really going there? I whirled around in my seat – ignoring the fact that I could get into trouble – to face him.

“God!” I hissed and ducked my head down thinking I would get into trouble like I would if I was still in Aberconwy. Miss Fisher would have had my face for talking in her class. When the teacher didn’t say a word I looked back at the boy who had leaned right behind my head and nearly scared me to death. “What in the name of all things holy is the matter with you?” I hissed in shock.

He smirked, why was he smirking?! “Baby, you don’t have to be that way,” he leaned in closer making me move back. He is even more beautiful up close, I thought dreamily before snapping out of it; stop it! Just be stroppy and leave it!

“I have a personal bubble and you’re popping it, my friend,” I placed my index finger on his forehead and pushed forcing him back into his seat so there was room between us.

“So, when did you decide we were friends?” he smirked. He hates smirking; I thought sarcastically as I raised my eyebrows at him, his face contorted into a wider grin. But he might have a point…

“It’s an expression, Douche Bag,” I turned back around to look at the front of the room. Yes, that was a good one Jodi; when in doubt make it an expression!

It was silent for a few seconds but then my hair was brushed away from my face and I had to refrain a smile as a pair of lips brushed against the skin of my cheek. “Baby, I wanted you to know that your accent is a real turn on,” I let out an unladylike snort and pulling my arm up and twisting my wrist I put my spread hand over his face and pushed him back into his seat.