Virtual Kisses

Chapter 3: "She has mental problems"

I stood at the lab table staring off into dreamland. Thinking about, you guessed it, Mr. Hot Guy. Well, you could call him a range of things: Mr. Pervert Guy, Mr. Kissing Guy and Mr. Random guy, just to name a few. Ashlee and Sam were next to me setting up an experiment and gossiping about somebody from somewhere who did something. As I said, I was in dreamland.

We were in Science class which I usually enjoy but I was just too distracted to care about anything. A reoccurring noise began in my ear, getting louder and louder. And then I realised it was my teacher calling, well, shouting my name. I shook my head and looked up.

"INDIANAH, Indianah!"

"Yes, yes I'm here!" I answered, still a bit unsure what was going on.

"Who is your partner? You need to set up your experiment, we don't have all day!" He instructed, walking over to his lab desk.

I cringed. Today was my day to be partners with a guy in my class. Dammit!

"Oooooooo! Who are you gonna pick!" Ashlee teased, surveying the room. Sam joined in, pointing at different guys. I rolled my eyes and then started to stare out of the window.

"I can't be bothered talking today!" I sighed.

"Well, you have to! Who will it be?" Sam said sharply, but she was grinning.

And then a loud clang came from the door of the classroom.

"Nice for you to join us! Your first day in your transferred class and your late, how great!" my science teacher said , sarcastically.

"Who will be your partner, today-," Sam continued. But she held the word 'today', her jaw falling open. I heard footsteps creeping up behind me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"I'll be your partner." I felt his breath on my neck causing my spine to shiver. He may have only spoke a little yesterday, but that voice was recognisable from anywhere. He wrapped his arms around me and I think I died a little inside. I took a deep breath, wishing I was wrong, and turned around.

Nope, I couldn't be more right.

I was eye level with his collar bone and his bulging biceps that circled me. I slowly swallowed a lump, and looked up at him. His eyes were even prettier up close! I could smell his cologne, and god it was beautiful. His hair was a dark brown and damp, meaning he must have just got out of the shower.

At least he showers.

No, no, no, no. This cannot be happening.

First out of all, stop freaking smelling him. Second of all, what the heck is Mr. hot guy doing in my class, let alone my school. And third of all, why am I still hugging him!

I pulled away and stepped backwards, stunned.

"There you go, your boyfriend can be your partner, okay carry on everyone!" My science teacher exclaimed, clapping in happiness.

MY BOYFRIEND! HUH I WISH!

"He is not my boyfriend!" I yelled.

And then Sam's instincts kicked in.

She raced across the room, slamming Mr. Hot guy into the wall. He sneered and she whacked him in the face.

"Don't you touch her!" She barked.

"Are you crazy!" He chuckled, grabbing her arms and shoving her to the ground. The whole class gathered around in a chorus of "Ooooooooo."
Sam jumped to her feet and clutched her fingers around his collar, pulling him off the floor. He choked, but still had a smirk on his face.