The Real Him.

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

"So your telling me you don't find him attractive?" Abby had totally freaked out yesterday once I told her the whole story. She insisted that he totally had a thing for me. Which now that I found out he hangs out with the bad boys I also told her I wanted nothing to do with him, plus that I was sure he wanted nothing with me. But she was still insisting.

"He's cute but not my type." I said in an annoyed tone hoping she'd get the hint and drop the conversation.

"What is your type? Jenna?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Someone that is not trouble." I said the last word loudly. I had to admit if he were trouble it'll look really good on him. See I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore.

"So just because he hangs out with 'the bad boys' as you put it, means that he is bad." Yes, maybe, I don't know.

"Abby just drop it already. I don't like him, he doesn't like me. The end." I walked away from her but I could still hear her shout that I'm wrong. At this point I'm kind of hoping I am.
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I walked into class, it was empty. I sat down and got my things out of my purse for today's lesson. I read one of my favorite books while waiting for class to begin. Which I hoped was sometime soon.

"So you like reading." I jumped at the sudden voice that whispered in my ear. It was him. He was wearing a dark Jean jacket with a black V-neck shirt. His hair combed to the side perfectly with a few strands falling forward as he was looking down at me.

"Yeah." I whispered bring my self to face my book again. As much I wanted to stare at him that would be weird so I had to look at something else.

"So, Jenna Anderson what are you reading?" The way my name flew out of his mouth made shiver. A tingle sensation made its way up my spaien.

"Where she went." I answered still facing my book.

"Huh, the sequal to if I stay." I was astounded that he knew it was the second book of if I stay. I doubt any normal guy would know that. But then again I got the feel that he wasn't normal. He was far from it. Something about him was off. I didn't know what though.

"How'd you know...?" I remembered I didn't know his name yet.

"Derek. It's Derek Maine, and because I have a sister who begged me to buy her both books. Then she practically told me everything that happened. What a spoiler, dont you think?"

"Defiantly. Although it's not like you were gonna read it anyway." I laughed.

"You never know." He smiled.

Class began a few moments later. We got a free period since we had a substitute teacher and Mrs. Smith didn't leave anything for us to do. So I continued my book. I found it hard to concentrate with the sudden feeling that someone was watching me.

"Am I bothering you?" He leaned into my right ear leaving warmth from his breath.

"Yes. I don't like when people stare, it's uncomfortable." I answered back.

"Well it's kind of hard not to stare at you." He whispered into my left ear this time. And there goes the tingling senstation again.

I decieded to ignore his comment as much as I liked it coming from him. I continued trying to read but I could still feel his eyes on me. I could feel my hair being moved from one side to another. I looked around but no one was watching us. I turned around to face him.

"Can you stop that?" I smacked his hand away from my hair.

"Why?" He teased me.

"Because I don't like it." I replayed

"You don't like it, huh?" He turned serious and leaned in forward to me. I stood my ground. "Or is it that you don't like that you Like it." I would have expected him to grin but he was still serious. Very serious for my liking.

"No..?" My answer came out more as a question than a statement.

He smiled and leaned back on his seat looking at me carefully. As if to be looking for Something in me. I kept my stare on him to try to make it seem as if he doesn't intimidate me. Things were getting kind of awkward right when I was about to turn back to my book the bell rang. I gathered my stuff and practically ran out the room. If I stayed one more minute with him I'd go insane.