Chapter 3: "That boy could melt ice"

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I turned around to look at the boy that had both their panties in a twist. I looked at what must be the most beautifully dangerouse boy I had ever seen, if boys could be beautiful. He had jet black hair that was swooshed in an upward style, tall with an average builde, and sea green eyes that could make any girls at the school swoon. His clothes consisted of black skinny jeans and what appeared to be some kind of unknown rock band tshirt that went to the arm that carried a book bag which had a some kind of tribal sleeve tattoo covering the whole arm.

I was so amazed by his appearance that I didn't realize that I had been staring ,and his eyes caught mine, they felt like they were staring into the very essence of my soul. He frowned right away and gave a very disapproving look. I looked away quickly and turned around back to my friends with my cheeks burning.

"See I told you she wouldn't be able to contain herself, you owe me five bucks" Sydney smirked at Jade and held out her hand.

" Ugh, whatever" Jade said and pulled out five bucks from her wallet handing it to Sydney.

"Oh come on guys you betted on this!" I said

"Nooooooo" they said together shaking there heads.

"Whatever, We have got to get to class" I said a little frustrated with them.

We started walking down the hallway, I wanted to put as much space between me and the boy as soon as possible.

I hadn't realized Jade had started talking until She pinched me hard on my arm. "Ow" I shrieked and gave her an angry look.

"Why did you pinch me you butthead".

" You had your head in the clouds thinking about you know who" Jade said and gave a little wink.

"Pssshhh no I wasn't" I said under my breath.

"We'll never mind that I was asking about your first class, what do you have and who do you have, me and Sydney both have Ap Algebra with Mr. Quiin".

" Me too, it looks like we just arrived to hell" I said as we stopped at the entrance to Mr. Quiin's door. They both knew I hated Math every since I was little, I just was never good at it.

" Oh, come on it won't be that bad" Sydney said. It was easy for her to say She was good in every subject, which sometimes, I hate to admit it made me mad sometimes.

" I hope you're right" I said as we walked in.  I walked around looking for my name on the desk. In my head I thanked Mr. Quiin for putting me in the back of the class room up against the wall and away from my friends.

I hated the feeling of somebody sitting behind me putting there feet on the back of my desk and bumping me when they moved there stuff and don't get me wrong I love my friends but if I sat by them I would probably be distracted the whole time. I sat down waiting for the bell to ring. As the bell was in the middle of ringing the boy from the hallway walked in and my breath caught.

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