Toxic

III

Everyone had their eyes glued to her every movement, in awe.

Even when she turned to open her locker, people were still staring at her, including me.

She turned around, facing the crowd of people staring at her and said, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Everyone looked away quickly, as if she were Medusa and they were to be turned to stone. But not me. I didn't turn around. I was in awe at this girl, the way she talked, the amount of confidence. It's not something you see in some of these fake plastic bitches, that have a lot to say about other people, and as soon as you confront them about it, nothing comes out.

I was in a trance at her beauty, her hair, her hair. It wasn't normal everyday brunette curls, god no.Her hair had so much volume, and looked so soft, but at the same time it looked like she hasn't layed a brush on it, in a year.

Everything around me stopped moving, everyone around me stopped talking, I was focused on her, and just her. The way she ran her hands across her hair, the way she slowly bent down to pick up her fallen notebook, because damn, that as-

"Earth to Ansel? Earth to Ansel?" Zayn was snapping his fingers on my face, with a smirk, making me lose my focus on her.

"Uh, u-um yeah?" I muttered, looking away.

Zayn followed my glance, to see who I was looking at, and his eyes widen, and he whistled.

"Damn, we got ourselves a hottie." Zayn muttered, making it obvious he was staring at her curves and tattoos.

I clenched my jaw and muttered, "Yeah."

>>

I am blessed.

I thought, sitting in my last class of the day, I wasn't even paying attention to what the teacher was saying, I mean, who was?

I just so happen to have her in all my classes, if that's not luck or faith, I don't know what is.

As I was about to continue thinking about her, she turned around and faced me.

"Hey, you have a pencil I could borrow?" she whispered, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, and only now did I notice that she has a lip ring.

My eyes linger on her lips for a few more seconds, before my eyes meet her big brown ones.

I smile, "I think so."

She smiles, increasing her beauty, if that was even possible.

I turn my backpack around on my lap, and I look for a pencil in my backpack, but I can't.

And there goes my luck.

"Shit, I actually don't I'm so sor-"

"Ansel, Sage? Detention."

I groan, and sink in my chair, but Sage doesn't accept it.

"I didn't do anything." she says, rolling her eyes.

"Is that attitude I hear?" the teacher says, walking towards us.

"Yes, it is." she says, casually.

I snicker, but quickly cover up.

"Oh, I'm so glad you find this funny Ansel." she smiles, then her smile drops, " Two detentions, for the both of you."

"For what, laughing?" Sage asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Three detentions now Sage, you wanna keep going?" the teacher whispers, her face stern.

"I was ju-" I started.