He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 115: Cuffs of Fate

[A/N] I am officially updating this book on Tuesdays now, just making sure everyone knows...  ✧ Might change it back in the future but for now Tuesday is best. Alright moving on...

I glared at my pen as I drew circles on my page until I was pretty sure the page was getting sick of me. The teacher was back in the room so I couldn't talk properly but I glared at Jacob every three seconds just to make sure he knew what I was thinking.

He ignored me, a cool expression on his face as he continued writing without so much as glancing at me.

Occasionally I turned back to my sheet, then glared at him again.

Then returned to creating the abstract modernist artwork on the page that was threatening to tear every time I dug my pen into it.

Then I looked up to glare at him again, ignoring the bell as it went off, people around us getting ready to leave, some already heading out the door in anticipation, while I was busy glaring at him, loyal to my cause, that I wouldn't stop until he at least fucking noticed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, leaned back in his seat and turned to look at me.

"Why are you sulking?"

I opened my mouth in shock. "I'm not sulking!" I exclaimed.

"Beg to differ. Making a face that..." He squinted at me, eyes glancing over my face for a second.

I glared harder. "I'm pissed at you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you now." He watched as the students slowly began to shuffle out of the room one by one, the teacher still behind her desk, collecting her things. Atlas moved out slowly with the rest, surrounded by a small group of friends as they laughed about something, not even stopping to pay his respects to the man he nearly just murdered.

"Why is it he gets to nearly throw me out of a window and you won't stop him?"

He continued writing. "I wasn't aware you didn't want to be thrown out of a window."

I narrowed my eyes. 

He ignored me, finishing off his notes with an unaffected pace, even the style of handwriting seemed to be expressive of just how little he gave a shit. I didn't even know what he was writing since presumably he'd written everything as the teacher had laid it out.

I took a breath, and moved my pen onto his notes and shoved his hand out of the way to start scribbling on them.

He only seemed to move out of being startled but grabbed my arm and pushed it off of his notes just as I was finished.

"There!" I announced, I was about to get up after that, fully intending on moving to another country, somewhere with a warm climate and less crime, to escape any penalties incurred, but for the sake of not looking scared I leaned back as casually as possible, unbothered.

He blinked at me. "You just drew on my notes." He narrated in a low voice.

"I wasn't aware you didn't want me to draw on your notes." I replied sarcastically.

He looked at me slowly. 

I looked straight ahead. Heart was beating a little fast but that was alright.

I glanced at him, casually, unbothered, relaxed, and saw the dark piercing gaze he had fixed on my and my heart pounded loudly.

I clicked my tongue and I looked forward.