"- you definitely caused a show back there, Bonnie."
"What?", I practically hiss at him. I'm too tired for all this bullshit.
"Looks like someone is still not out of their bitchy mode yet. Serves you right for acting like a know-it-all every singl...
Our impromptu talks quickly turned into organized meetings where we would sit around the table, or on the wooden floor sometimes, facing each other and trying to solve quantum mechanics. I never thought I'd say this, but I do enjoy having a study buddy. Cassie just wants to gossip all the damn time, not that I'm complaining.
Conversations outside of the library are kept crisp and to the point. Fighting in the hallways, or passing snarky comments in front of his goons, is nothing out of the ordinary. If anything, it makes our tete-a-tete more interesting. If only I could use all the embarrassing stories he's told me while we gulped down the Fernet-Blanca
Like the other day that in the hallway, near my locker, he came out of nowhere to announce to the whole corridor of prying ears that he's going to ace his physics test and get the gold, that he's going to bench me, and I'll be looking at the stage when he gets handed over the valedictorian. All I could do was throw a "fuck off, Alarie" when what I really wanted to say was, "says the lad who spelled the alphabet backward for 3 years straight."
Like seriously, how can you even do that? Won't it take extra brain cells for something like that?
Right now, I'm walking to the physics class for the said test, and I can't for the sake of it let James beat me. The class is chaos as always making it hard for me to reach my seat at the back. As I reach my desk, I see a piece of paper on it. Folded neatly with my name written on top of it. Who could've written a note addressed to me? As I pull out my chair and sit to get a better look at it, I recognize the elegant loops that make up my name on the paper.
James.
I open it with the same delicacy it's been folded.
Oh, be a fine girl, kiss me
What. What the actual fuck is this. I go over the note, again and again, to make sure I read it wrong.
No. What kind of practical joke is this?
I look at the paper again, reading it word by word. That's when I find the small note written at the bottom of the page. Don't forget the spectral line, you always forget those. So, I made a mnemonic for you. DO NOT LET ME DOWN.
Ah, the stellar spectral line. Before I can snap out of it, my head is filled with thoughts of kissing him. My hand entangled in his almost-white blonde hair, while his snakes around my waist pulling me closer.
Shit. What the hell am I doing? Jesus, he did this on purpose, didn't he? Crushing the note in my hand, I throw it into my bag and turn to where he's sitting. Deep in thought with a notebook in his lap. My notebook, the one I gave him. Fluttering, that's what I feel. My heart skipped a beat, making everything around me silent yet amplified at the same time.
No, not happening at all. I can't let my stupid teenage hormones get the better of me. Yes, he's good looking and I might have a thing for blondes but that, by no way means that I'll let it get the better of me. No, it's just dopamine, I'm not actually attracted to him.
I'm not attracted to him.
I'm not attracted to him.
I am not attracted to him.
Not at all attracted to him.
I can't be.
"-Ms. Jones are you quite alright?" Everything comes back to focus. Mr. Kumar with his face full of concern and snickering faces behind him. I zoned out again, didn't I? Shit, I need to stop doing that.
"Sorry, sir. Yes, I'm perfectly alright." With this, he hands me my test, asks me to put my bag away and start the test. I turn to my right to find James staring right back at me with an eyebrow raised in question. I don't have time for this. Not now. Not any day. Turning back to the paper on my desk, I throw my bag to the side and start with the test.
I can deal with James and him plaguing my thoughts later.
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A/N: It's been so damn long since I wrote, for which I gravely apologize (gets down on my knees and bows down as an apology). It's been a little hard for me to maintain a consistent schedule and I genuinely hate filler chapters. I'll definitely try not to disappoint any readers again.
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