Ugly Boy Meets Ugly Girl

One | Kiss

Wiley Bell sat in the empty classroom, leaning back in her chair. She'd made sure to double check that she'd found the right room and the blackboard read in curly scrawl that it was indeed her English Lit class. She shifted in the seat, wincing at the piercing screech that shot through the silence. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten to the university early, nor was it the first time that she snuck into the empty classroom after the janitor had left. Though, it was the first time she had had to slip the janitor a fiver to let her in.

Wiley yawned. It was too early for learning, and her head rang with the incessant stabbing pain that came from last night's all night studying session. She closed her eyes. Maybe a nap would clear her head, she thought. She propped up her feet and rested her chin on her chest, glasses slipping down the length of her nose.

Dozing off, she awoke to the sound of a chair being unceremoniously dropped into. She jerked into alertness, dropping her feet to the ground, and glanced over at where a young man had seated himself a few rows behind her. Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment. She cleared her throat, "A-are you here for English Lit?"

He glanced at her just briefly before he propped his chin in his hand. "Would I be here if I wasn't?" he muttered. Wiley shut her mouth and stared down at the textbook she'd placed on her desk. Why had she spoken to him? Her cheeks felt hot and she couldn't stand the somersaulting her stomach did in response to her nervousness. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and peeked over at him by feigning a stretch. He was incredibly not good looking. He had acne scars covering his cheeks, his hair was greasy-looking, and his nose was just a tad crooked but upon closer examination Wiley determined that his thin mouth looked soft and inviting. 

Wiley glanced at her watch, trying to ignore the direction in which her thoughts had been going. Only 15 more minutes until class would start. At least then she could go back to sleeping. Afterwards, maybe she'd pay the janitor to let her into one of the unused classrooms until lunch.

Come to think of it, she wondered. How did he get in?

The door should still have been locked. 

Notice: All of the chapters in this book will be relatively short. I'll be writing it in a series of installments. It's essentially my experiment.