You don't even want me

49.

[Camille]

For the second time that week, the first thing I saw when I woke up was James. This time, I'd slept until his alarm clock went off and we were both woken up by it roughly. He'd been lying on his side with his front against my side while I'd been sleeping on my back again, his arms around me and his face comfortably nuzzled in my neck.

He slowly sat up straight in the bed and reached out to turn off the alarm clock, making the annoying beeping sound stop.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and his slightly curly hair was messy and little hairs were sticking out in all directions, but I actually loved that about him and his hair.

His brown eyes met my grey ones and he slowly smiled at me; I returned it and we both mumbled goodmorning to each other. We got out of his bed and had breakfast together with his mother and then got ourselves ready for school, changing in seperate rooms again.

While putting on my shirt, my thoughts went back to the sleepover with his friends in our week off from school, where I'd seen his bare back.

The sight of his smooth skin and toned back just made the butterflies in my stomach go wild, and no matter how much I wanted it, I couldn't think about it without feeling my cheeks turning red.

I quickly widened my eyes and shook my head, deciding while putting my head through the hole of my neck that I should think about something else, as it'd gotten quite hot in the room.

When I was finished I stumbled back to his room, noticing the door was slightly opened and I could hear the sound of a zipper being closed, making my cheeks turn burning red. I decided not to walk in on him and simply waited in the hallway, more sounds of him changing filling my ears.

I sighed, the sight of his bare back not leaving my mind. I closed my eyes and leaned my back against the wall, putting my head against it as well.

I bit my lip softly. James was the hottest guy I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a lot. There were a lot of boys in the family and a few were around my age, but they looked like a potato compared to James. He was tall, had beautiful, chestnut brown eyes that made my stomach go wild every time they met mine, and his hair was always messy but still perfect; I still hadn't figured out how he always managed to make it look like every lock was put there to make him look good.

When I could hear footsteps coming closer to the door I quickly opened my eyes and when it opened, James almost bumped into me.

"Oh, hello" he murmured, his eyes scanning my face and stopping at my lips when they slowly curled up in a shy smile.

He bit his lip and I watched him blink, my eyes trailing off to the beautiful brown birthmark right under his right eye; another feature that seemed to be put perfectly in place.

My lower lip slowly seperated from the upper one and I carefully reached out to tuck a curl behind my ear, breaking our eye contact by looking at my feet, cursing under my breath that I still wasn't able to tie my hair. I always felt like it looked like a mess when it was down, I preferred it in a ponytail and then it'd be out of my face.

"James! You're going to be late!" Claire suddenly shouted from downstairs, almost making the both of us jump up.

"Yes Mum!" he answered before signaling for me to go downstairs, and I walked past him with a slight blush on my face.

We put on our shoes and jackets and went outside to get on our bikes, leaving a happy and cheerful Claire on the driveway, the cold wind sliding over my face.

We got to our friends as the last ones and quickly left for school, arriving at school about 25 minutes later.

We locked our bikes and reached the playground, greeting Tim and my friends, talking with them for a few minutes before the bell rang and the school day began.