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Chapter 4
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Oh god…I didn’t know what to do. I saw him swerving around groups of blonde bimbo’s who were trying to get his attention but he kept his eye contact on me. All I could think about was, “How do I look?” and “WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I DO!” As he approached closer, I chose to get back to playing my guitar, trying my hardest not to turn around as I felt a warm presence behind me..
“Heyy, do you play?” His voice made my hair on the back of my neck spike up. I turned around to see him leant against the desk displaying his muscles in his arms what tensed as he leant all his weight onto the table. I nodded, speechless from the sexiness what stood before me. He was more gorgeous close up.
“Mind if I have a go?” He asked holding out his hand for me to pass him the guitar. As I was still speechless I nodded and transferred what I was once playing to the most gorgeous man alive. He smiled at me and began to sing..
“With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?”
His
smooth, deep voice put me into a trance. As the lyrics poured out of his mouth, the whole room went silent. The girls stopped gossiping (for once) and the boys stopped play fighting..I guess I wasn’t the only one who was drawn in.
“So what do ya’ think?” I was too enticed his enchanting melody that I didn’t even realize that he finished playing about a minute ago.
“Wow..I mean, that was amazing!”
“Thanks, I guess all those lessons paid off,” He chuckled whilst brushing back his wavy hair, “Sorry, I should really introduce myself, I’m Shelley, George Shelley.” He winked as he held out his hand for me to shake. Mrs. Asha Shelley…nice name…Oh my god what am I thinking…STOP BRAIN.
“I’m.. Asha.” I mumbled. Why was I so nervous. He’s just a really good looking lad…who can play guitar...and has muscles the size of melons... and has the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen. As I held my hand out for him to shake, he grabbed the tips of my fingers and kissed my top for my hand. Butterflies were going crazy in my stomach as his soft but firm lips pressed against my hand. A flood of sparks shot around my body. Okay…maybe he wasn’t just a really good looking lad. As his lips pulled away from my hand, a cheeky smile appeared on his face as he stared into my eyes. When he looked into my eyes it made me feel like it was just us two in the room, kinda like in a Disney where the prince sees the princess for the first time. I know it’s cheesy, but I’m just telling the truth.
“So tell me Asha, why is a quiet girl like you trapped in a troublesome room like this?”
“Let’s just say, Miss Price was not pleased when I basically said she was single because of her not appealing looks!” George started to laugh uncontrollably, so much I was pretty sure I saw a tear come out his eye.
“Oh my god…you absolute legend…I never thought a girl like you would say such a thing like that.”
“What you trying to say?” I gasped, if it wasn’t for his good looks I would of slapped him.
“Well, you look like you wouldn’t harm a fly!”
“Excuse me Mr. I-judge-a-book-by-it’s-cover, over my time in this hell hole, I have gotten into many fights due to certain people messing with the wrong girl. If anyone dares mess with me, hell is let loose. So if I was you I wouldn’t offend me.” I exclaimed whilst crossing my arms feeling prod of sticking up for myself.
“Woah…well that’s the end of that.” He said whilst leaning back in his chair with a shocked but humorous face.
"Anyway, why are you in here, did you punch a guy for breaking your mirror?” I sarcastically said.
“Ha…I wish. No, I got caught trying to prank a teacher.”
“Oh my god, what did you do?” I giggled with despair.
“Well, I decided to stick a thumbtack on the teachers seat so when she sat down, she would have a nasty surprise. Unfortunately in the process, she walked in on me sticking it down. Shame really, it would have been hilarious to watch!” A guy who likes to have a laugh, my kind of guy.
“Oh my god…that would have been more legendary, I so wish I could prank Miss Price…unfortunately she has eyes at the back of her head.”
“Probably hidden in her double chin at the back of my head.” I broke out in laughter, I tried to stop but I couldn’t, what is coming over me? I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair. That’s when George decided to join in my laughing fit, we looked like right weirdoes rolling around on the floor laughing like seals, but I didn’t care at all. After our fit was over we clambered back onto our chairs whilst letting a few chuckles spill out.
“Georgey, Come over here!” Giggled an annoying kind of voice. It was Melody Green, the most popular girl in school, all the girls wanted to be her and all the lads wanted her. Personally I thought she was an attention seeking, full of herself cow, who only cared about her appearance and her popularity. Heyy, I’m just speaking my mind. I guess my hatred for her started in primary. We was in Year 3 and it was mine and Melody’s turn to go into the sandpit. I had made the most amazing sand castle, it took me all my time we had to create the masterpiece. I was so pleased I ran to the head teachers office to show her it, I ran back to the sand pit to make the final touches before the head teacher came but when I got back, I saw Melody stamping all over my work of genius. I’ve never forgiven her from that day on.
George swiveled round to see Melody waving her orange hand what had monstrous claws sticking out of them, hinting for him to go over to her and her huddle of followers. They all had long bleach blonde hair, legs the height of the empire state building and waists the size of my little finger. The stereo typical popular girl.
“I guess I have to go, the mother of oranges are calling,” He groaned, turning back to face me, “but I hope to see you again, hopefully not here but anything is better than nothing.” My heart suddenly sank as he started to walk away. I missed him…and we have only had one second apart. In my head I was wishing for him to turn back around and sit with me forever… but I guess it would only be a dream. I reached over to where George had left the guitar and rested it on my leg and turned back to play my music.
“Oh and by the way,” I looked over my shoulder to see George wondering back to me. He put his two manly hands on the edges of my desk and leant over and whispered in my ear “I like girls who are feisty.”
~Madieee
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