Not so innocent

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You ever heard of the saying 'the calm before the storm'? That's what i felt like. The tension in the air at school was thick and it choked me everywhere i went.

Not saying I wasn't into that.

But i couldn't figure out why. Nothing was happening. No one had done anything. Just a sense of foreboding clung to me like bad smell.

Cameron, as delightful as it was being doted on, was becoming very needy. Like a dog who hasn't been loved before. Following me around and doing anything he could think of to get my attention. He had ditched Kelly which was the high point of my week, she cried her eyes out to me that the 'boy she had been seeing' didn't want her. It was amusing to see her break down. Twice

There there. Don't cry now.

Apparently the rumour of her and the teacher hooking up died down quite easily. Though this school is full of whores so they were all probably waiting for the green light to ravish his poor body.

I pray he and his condoms are strong.

The morning dragged and Cameron tried to corner me twice, narrowly missing a kiss the first time. I was trying to keep up pretences that we were still together but i didn't want to touch his musty ass. Who knows what he contracted in his bid to set free his soldiers.

I was sat in Business class when finally, FINALLY the pressure on my chest lifted. I could breathe the air again without my hairs prickling all over my arms and back. I was scanning the room, figuring out the change and stretching to dissipate the tension when the door swung open.

The way my relief jumped out the window and ran butt naked down the street screaming.

A boy walked in.

Now you're probably thinking 'it's just a boy, why's it a big deal'. but no. this was different. this boy made my toes curl and nails hurt just looking feeling him walk in. I could hear every footstep, every breath and it made my brain squirm.

He was about 6'2, with dark roots and blonde highlighted hair. His skinny jeans were clearly 2 sizes too small and he was seemingly fine castrating himself with every step. The nike top was skintight and i swear i could see his nipples. He was holding a backpack over one shoulder and gave the teacher a slight wave when beckoned in.

I wanted to both lick his throat and rip out his teeth.

"attention class" Mr Lawson called out. "this is Darren, he's transferred from England for the rest of the school year".

England hmmm. He looks like the type to sip tea out of fine bone china with his pinky stuck out and laugh at the word sandwhich.

"-by mia"

Huh

I refocused from my ranting rage and glanced over at my teacher as both he and Darren looked at me in anticipation.

"Uhuh......." i slowly drawled out. Did i just sign away a kidney or something?

"great" he wafted his hand towards me.

I was so lost.

Until Darren dropped his bag next to me and flipped into the seat, sticking out his hand in a greeting.

Oh

I schooled my face into a cute shocked expression and timidly shook his hand. "hello" i whispered.

He grinned. "hey"

Closer up he really didn't look as innocent. Less surfer vibe and more like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Touché

There was a slight glint in his eye and a sharpness to his eyebrows. Even his dimples looked like they'd house acid and spit it back at me if they had the chance.

"so you're Mia?"

Clearly.

"you live close to here"

No i travel 400 miles each day from Timbuktu.

"same, i moved from nottingham. you know where nottingham is?"

Call me Amelia Earheart. 

"you're really cute yknow that"

Yes Darren, yes i do.

"you don't talk much"

The horror.

I snort under my breath. I tug some hair behind my head and mutter, "sorry i'm just nervous, i've never met someone from england before".

He leant in, his aftershave wafting over me. Grinning again he whispered, "don't worry, i won't bite...... well i mean, not if you don-"

The bell rang loudly, breaking us apart. Oh i could kiss it and hug it and take it home to give it a warm cozy bath.

I, very gracefully i might add, collected up my stuff littered across the table and hurried to the door like a porcupine was on my ass.

"MIA", he called out and i reluctantly half turned back around. "i hope we see each other around more"

I raised a single eyebrow, my face falling into that calculating stare i could do so well.

His face lit up.

"maybe we will"

And then I was gone.

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