Forever In My Dreams (On Hold)

Chapter 4

~That same day; Biology Last Period~

(Miranda's POV)

I felt so confused.

I glanced over to where he was sitting. He didn’t notice so I studied him for a few minutes.

He had longish black hair... I guess most people would describe it as “skater boy” hair. He was tall, maybe 6 foot, with a nice tan and broad shoulders. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows so I got a glance of his strong forearms...

As my gaze traveled up his chest, past his neck, over his chin.... our eyes locked. I blushed, and quickly turned away. I still felt his eyes on me though, and it was unnerving.

My teacher was in the middle of talking about something... (I have no idea what) when the door opened and this short blonde girl came strutting in.

Yes, I say strutting because she was wearing 4 inch heels and walking like she was in a Victoria’s Secret fashion show. The teacher cleared her throat and asked “Are you Kenzie Brockington?”

She flipped her hair back and replied in the most annoying voice I’ve ever heard “Yes, I am.” I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes. She was like a life size Barbie. The teacher nodded and said “You’re tardy is excused since its your first day. It better not happen tomorrow, though.”

“Yes ma’am.” she said, but she wasn’t even looking at the teacher. I followed her gaze and saw that she was staring at Dessen.

I felt my cheeks heat up as she strutted her annoying little blonde-self over to Dessen and sat in the seat next to him. Who does she think she is? Sitting next to my–

Wait. Wait just a freaking minute. Who do I think I am? He’s not MY anything. Most definitely not my boyfriend.

My cheeks heated again, but this time from embarrassment rather than annoyance. “Boyfriend” seemed like a ridiculous term to use when it came to Dessen. Well, at least the Dessen I knew in my dreams. What I had with THAT Dessen was pure magic.       

Love even seems like too weak a word to use for what I feel for him. Apparently I had gotten lost in my thoughts because when the bell rang, I jumped a foot off my seat. I giggled at myself as I packed up my stuff. I had just stood up when I felt someone run into me. It was Barbie.

“Watch where you’re going.” she said, nastily. I watched as she strutted her way out of the classroom. I felt someone behind me so I turned around and came face to face with Dessen.

I gulped.

“Why didn’t you say anything to her?” He asked.

“To who?” I felt myself getting lost in his eyes again.

“To Kenzie or whatever. Do you always let people talk to you like that?” He sounded almost angry.

“Yes.”

He looked taken aback. “Why?”

“Because they don’t matter.” I said simply before walking away. He didn’t even catch up with me until I was in the parking lot on my way to my car.

“You’re really something, ya know that Miranda?” He murmured, but I still heard.

“Why do you call me that?” I said “You know me as Jade.”

“....I....ah.....” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“Well can you not call me that? It drives me crazy.” I made it to my car and threw my stuff in the backseat.

“But everyone else calls you Miranda...”

“First of all, you’re not everyone. Second, they don’t say it like you do.” I crossed my arms, and then what I said fully registered. I blushed.

“I know im not everyone...” he said taking a step closer “but how do I say it, Miranda?” He closed the distance between us. My breath caught.

“Um....” I couldn’t even form a proper sentence when he was standing this close. I unfolded my arms so they wouldn’t brush against his chest. But I soon found that was a mistake because he skimmed his hands down my arms until our fingers locked.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear “Miranda.....I–“

“Dessen!” He jerked back, and I quickly yanked my hands out of his grasp. We both turned to see Kenzie walking over. I groaned.

Dessen grinned at me before saying “Hey Kenzie.”

“Hey Dessen.” she said, casually putting her hand on his arm. I felt a growl rumbled in my throat. When I realized what I was doing, I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth but Dessen had heard. Kenzie was talking to him, but he was looking at me... his eyes getting darker and darker by the second. I quickly got in my car, and drove away before I embarrassed myself even further.

I was more than halfway home before a thought popped into my head. What had he been trying to tell me?