Mrs. Norris always had us do something in speech class." Sorry Mrs. Lana, I have to finish a project in Mrs. Norris's so I won't be able to do cheer practice 8th hour."
"That's ok. You already got the routine down."
"Thanks," I said rushing off to go to her class. I stopped dead in my tracks when I got in there though. HE was in there. Leaned over against his phone deep in thought. It had been a few weeks and we talked every once in awhile. I took a deep breath and strode in her class confident as ever. He looked up when he saw me and held my gaze. I quickly averted my eyes and sat down getting on to my work.
"What are you doing in here?"
"Finishing a project for speech if that's ok," I replied with sass. He smiled and it was like I forgot how to breath.
"May I?" He reached his hand out for the paper. I nodded and handed it to him. "Very good actually," he said surprised.
"What, do you think all blondes are dumb?" He chuckled.
"Some are, but your not." He grabbed a section of my hair and twirled it. "Blonde is my favorite hair color. Especially on a girl." He teasingly pulled in it and it made me shiver.
"So I'm getting all the foreigners numbers this year. Can I have yours as well?" He smiled. God he was heavenly. He gave me his number and I wrote it down. "Cool, I'll text you later." I jumped up out of my seat and ran for after school cheer practice.
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Teen FictionYour eyes bored into mine with the same hungry look as always. You pushed me down hard and fast onto the bed and pulled on my hair. You pulled my shirt off with fierceness and lightly traveled your lips up my body. "Brace yourself." That's the last...
