𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ

"Hey, I'm-"

"Fuck off."

"Okay."

I frown down at the book in front of me.

How can he sound like such an angel while telling me to fuck off? His voice sounds like velvet, quiet and muted. Like he's whispering but not really.

In that small second that he spoke, he sounded like one of nicest people I met today.

I let my hair fall over my right shoulder in an embarrassing attempt at ignoring him, but I couldn't stop myself from peeking at him occasionally. During Mrs. Bright's whole lecture, he never once looked up. Always busy with his notebook, either taking notes or sketching. He had the long sleeves of his white shirt pushed up to his elbows and his forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his skin.

When Mrs. Bright finished with her lecture, I looked up at him once more to find him already staring at me with a slight smile on his lips. I looked back down and bit my lip to hide my smile.

Then I glanced up at him again. His face was turned away, but his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling too.

When he looked at me, I noticed that his is eyes are a light shade of brown and his long brown curls seemed to cover everything but his eyes, nose, and lips. I didn't need to see the rest of his face to know how attractive he looks.

I watched him relax against his seat and look up at the board, before slightly glancing at me.

He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though I dropped my eyes in a flush of embarrassment.

The class seemed to drag on longer than the others, but finally, the bell rang loudly making me jump in my seat.

Fluidly, he rose — he was much taller than I had thought — his back to me, and he was out the door, not sparing me another glance.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him, then I began to put my things in my book bag.

I stood up, ready to leave and I could see Vincent standing at the door with Lauren.

Here we go again.

I barely even knew the girl and she was already shooting glares at me. She must not know that me and Vincent are just cousins.

I don't want that annoying ass boy.

I watched her look me up and down and I smiled before walking up to them.

"Hey Vincent."

"Why are you blushing?" He asks tilting his head as if scanning my face.

"I'm not." I reply.

"Yes you-"

"Can we go now?" Lauren speaks up for the first time, almost whining, though not fully acknowledging me. I look down at his hand wrapped around hers and I feel a surge of pity for her.

Vincent has the most abnormally sweaty hands I've ever seen, but she obviously didn't seem to mind - the way she was all up on him.

"Yeah." He replies, his brows furrowed as he continued to stare at me. Lauren began to drag him to the end of the hall and I followed after them.

When we got out of the school, we walked slowly to the main office to return my paperwork, with Vincent and Lauren still in the lead.

"How did your first day go, dear?" the receptionist asked when I walked up to the counter.

"Fine." I replied, my voice weak. She didn't look convinced.

I turned around and left the office to find Vincent and Lauren wrapped in a kiss. "See you tomorrow." She smiles up at him, before walking towards her car.