Cheese 'n' Crackers

Chapter 2

Okay so I told my friends about my story today and made them get a wattpad :P I was totally freaking when they started reading, but they said they liked it so I'm happy :)

I'm not sure how long I'll make this chapter because I'm in the middle of testing but I'll really try to make it long.

Chapter 2:

Before I could pick myself up, laughter erupted throughout the classroom. This was completely humiliating. I finally got the courage to dress up and look good, and this had to happen! I was even flirting with Jay Reece! He probably thinks I'm a complete loser now!

It's all that mystery guy's fault!

Just thinking of him is causing my stomach to give birth to butterflies.

Why do I have butterflies?

Just because his dark green eyes locked with mine as soon as I turned around, and his short black hair looked like it was as soft as silk. Man how I wanted to run my hands through it over and over again. His lips even had the perfect amount of plump that made them look so kissable.

And oh my God his muscles! If jay's muscles could make grandma's sigh, then mystery guy's muscles would give the poor little grandma's a heart attack. They were the perfect size. A little more defined than Jay's, but not bulging out like some steroid freak.

Those types of muscles needed to be shown off. I could just imagine how he'd look like at the beach. Images of him shirtless played in my mind like a movie. I wondered if he had any tattoos. He looked like the type.

"Miss Carter, would you please get up from the floor?" Mr.Pratt's voice broke through my thoughts. I had to wipe some drool off my face from day dreaming about mystery guy.

The laughing had stopped, but I could still hear the sporty girls giggle. I just knew that Jane Landers and her posse would give me shit about this later.

Their fake smiles and peppy voices irritated me to no end. They loved to pick on people. Me especially, since I never fought back. They thought they were the bomb dot come just because they were volleyball stars. Who cares if they won every game? If the principle spent as much money as he did on the sports teams, then our drama club would be winning contests too. 

 I groaned and pulled my upper body up from the Pine-sol indulged floor. I managed to lean on my elbows, when two hands tightly held my waist and pulled me up. I automatically smoothed out my hair and fixed my shirt. It had gone up a bit and exposed the skin bellow my belly button.

When I turned around, a hint of dejavu was present as I came face to chest with the same checkered button down shirt. My cheeks immediately felt warm and I mentally cursed myself for blushing. Stupid hormones. I dared myself to look up and met the same mischief eyes.

"You okay there tiger?" Jay asked with a hint of humor.

"Um...yeah," I said shyly. Ugh my habit's coming back! I must be cool! "If I were a real tiger, I probably would've landed on my feet." That was such a lame joke. Little kitty cats land on their feet, not freaking tigers!

"Yeah," he said not hiding the humor in his voice. Oh my he thinks I'm a moron. As he opened his mouth to add something, Mr.Pratt's voice beat him to it.

"Excuse me Mr.Reece and Miss Carter. If you two are done flirting with each other, could you please go back to your seats?"

My cheeks were flaming now. Jay rubbed the back of his head and looked sheepishly at me. We both looked down at our feet and turned around at the same time. If anymore embarrassment came my way, I swore I was going to start sweating.