Wilbur sighed. "How much longer are you gonna be in there?" he asked as I was bent over the worktable getting something out of my locker.
"Ten more minutes."
I straightened up and turned to look at Wilbur, who had been watching me for the last minute or so. He was standing next to his sister's computer desk, leaning against it casually. His dark hair hung loose around his face, and his brown eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. He didn't say anything else, but a subtle smirk appeared on his lips, making them crinkle at the edges.
It made my cock stir a little bit inside my pants. I gave him an embarrassed smile back before turning away from him again. Why am I attracted to Wilbur? I wondered. Not only was he sexy looking (although that was no secret), he was funny, smart, nice, and clearly interested in me—and not in some creepy way, either. I was pretty sure that if anyone would ever be interested in me romantically, it would be Wilbur. And yet...
My thoughts were interrupted by Becca coming into the room and slamming her locker shut. Her blonde hair was already done in two thick braids and held together with pink barrettes. She'd probably just put some glittery stickers all over them and call it art. "So I'm getting an A on my test tomorrow!" she announced proudly.
"Yeah, I know," Wilbur said.
"Oh, don't you even try and get off the hook," Becca scolded.
He rolled his eyes and lifted his shoulders, obviously pretending to be offended.
"What do you mean" she went on. "I just did the reading, too, so what's your excuse?"
Wilbur shrugged. "Well, let's see. There are lots of things I could tell you that might explain why I wouldn't be able to take your stupid A+ class seriously—"
"Stupid class?" Becca snapped.
"Yeah, okay, that one wasn't really about being serious. But I've got other reasons."
Becca glared at him for another moment.
-part 2 soon-
