The True Bad Boy and Good Girl Story

Chapter 3

Blank.

That's the adjective to describe my journal page.

Mr. Taylor sat on the edge of his desk tapping his fingers against the edge lightly, looking around the room. A few minutes ago, he'd asked us to write about one thing that fascinates us in the world.

I started at the paper and put my pen down to write.

Just to take it off again when nothing came to mind.

I put my hand on my flat ironed hair, running my finger through it, tracing my hair that started from the middle of my head to a little past my eyebrows. I put my pen to paper, just to not write anything once again.

I swear to the Gods that I was about two seconds away from throwing my journal across the room.

"Having trouble?" A husky British voice asked from beside me.

Guess who? Internal groan.

I turned my head and none other than James was now sitting next to me. Now that I looked at him I realized, ironically, he looked just like Harry Styles, but slimmer, brown eyes instead of green, and a longer face. So now that I think about it, more like Avan Jogia when he played Beck on Victorious. Today James was wearing a blue short sleeve shirt that highlighted his muscles and brought out his eyes, black jeans that sagged a little revealing his grey Calvin Klein boxers with a beanie that matched, a black scarf, and black combat boots.

In other words,

He looked GOOD.

I snapped back to reality hoping I wasn't staring but the knowing smirk on James's face said I was.

Stupid! Ugh.

"Don't you have something you need to be writing right now?" I said quietly, hiding behind my glasses.

"Yup but like you, I lack inspiration."

I rolled my eyes. "I have many things that fascinate me." I lied.

He smiled genuinely, "I know. All you have to do is focus."

I looked at him, studying his eyes. He must have sensed my slight confusion because then he moved his desk closer to mine, then moved his face so close to mine that his lips barely but still, ever so gently, grazed my ear and said,

"The funny thing about this assignment is you have to find something in this world that fascinates you but in order to do so, you have to go out of this world. Spiritually of course. To get what you're looking for."

Now you can imagine my feelings in this moment right?

For one, I barely grasped what he said because his mouth so close to any part of my body made my body do something weird, down there... Like I got my period or something... And then the butterflies in my stomach got out their cage. And then that accent, oh Gods. The way I had to fight back the urge to make out with him right there in English Language Arts.

I smiled because he was actually right. The assignment just got a whole lot easier. I turned and looked at him in his eyes, "Thanks Sherlock." Using the name I called him the first time we met. He slouched back into his chair, and as cliche as this sounds, I craved the warmth, electricity and the addictive smell of his cologne again. "Anything for you Watson." He replied making me blush.