I took a deep breath, a very deep breath. When I stepped into that classroom I felt an overwhelming wave of nausea crash over me.
My stomach was twisted into a million knots and I couldn't tell if I was getting butterflies or cramps. Ugh great, another thing to ruin my day, but at least I didn't wear the white jeans I originally planned on.
It was a miracle that I made it to my seat. Maybe he won't talk to me. People not talking to people is normal, right?
HE turned and gave me a polite smile and his lips began to form a hello.
Oh God I'm dead, this is it. Armageddon is coming. 2012 came three years late. Why are my hand so clammy? No normal person sweats this much! I'll be fine, so long as I lay low.
"Cira."
Shit.
"Yes, Mr. Clark?"
"Pop Quiz," he told me matter-of-factly making sure to make the pop in "Pop Quiz" pop.
Shit, shit, shit, shittedy, shit, shit.
"What is the L5 vertebrae?"
Sweet lord Jesus, think Cira think!
"Umm... the L5 vertebrae is one of the five Lumbar vertebrae, which are also the largest due to the support they must provide for the torso and head," I answered with sheer confidence and a cocky grin.
"I see someone read the handout last night. Good job, Cira."
"Yeah good job," Taylor Anthony whispered as he gave me a playful nudge with his elbow and a seductive smile.
Ugggghh!
Why does he have to be so hot? I've known him since third grade and I still can only manage a polite mousey, "Thank you," in return.
Taylor is that guy you see walking down the hall towards you that makes you smile against your own will. He has jet black hair that's short to the sides, but spikes up a little on the top just enough for it to look effortless.
Then there's his eyes. Oooo, his eyes. They are the most beautiful color brown I've ever seen. It's dark around the edges then turns into a nice golden mahogany and lightens towards his pupil with flecks of caramel scattered around the iris.
To top it all off he has a jawline that could draw blood and a physique that can make any girl stop and stare. Not to mention, his perfect olive skin that just teases me with the thought of summer.
"Okay class! We have a new student," Mr. Clark announced, snapping me out of my boynosis.
"Her name is Paris. Say hello to Paris class."
"Hello Paris," the class moaned unanimously in what sounded like the voice of an undead army.
I hadn't quite gotten the chance to look up, due to the fact that I was still wiping drool off my mouth from my earlier boynosis, but she had to be hot.
From beside me I heard Taylor go, "Woah," in a whispered shock and ah.
Authors Note: Hey guys!! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please comment your thoughts and also any ideas you have for the next chapter!!☺️☺️
