A + J

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

For someone who wanted to blend in and stay under the radar I sure as hell knew how to cause a catastrophe.

I slumped against the locker to cool my now suddenly warm head. Throwing up always took a lot out of me and I use the back of my hand to wipe my mouth as my eyes took in the damage I'd caused.

I had effectively caused mayhem to erupt. I heard girls screaming obscenities from down the hallway and if I'd been an observer my eyes would have gotten stuck in the back of my head.

Teenagers were so damn dramatic.

Obviously I hadn't upchucked all over the hallway on purpose. One girl, a red-headed cheerleader who'd been standing too close for comfort anyway gave a death glare that I felt came straight from the heart after she found my breakfast sprayed across her too expensive bag. If looks could kill I'd have been a pile of ashes.

Another girl, only a witness, had paled significantly and was darting down the hallway, weaving through the students towards the ladies' room.

Even worse, the new kid, who had caused this entire mess anyway, was standing only a few feet away from me. His hands were jammed into his pockets and he was leaned against a locker with a grin on his face as he watched it all play out. I must have been a sight for sore eyes.

I clutched my bag with one hand and steadied my swaying body against a locker with the other. I couldn't fathom why I threw . My stomach was fine and I hadn't even felt sick. Maybe this was the universe warning me against the inevitable. A warning of sorts.

He was still staring at me and he sauntered over to me, effectively avoiding the mess I had created.

"It's been about a full minute and a half and no one has offered to escort you to the nurse yet. I'm baffled." His deep voice washed over me like a cool breeze and I found myself momentarily closing my eyes. They snapped back open when he spoke again. "May I?"

My eyes narrowed at him in suspicion.

"What?" I snapped. He raised a brow at me.

"Seriously? Never mind that no one else decided to help you, but I decided to be a good Samaritan and I don't even get a 'thank you'? Not even a 'praise you Jonah, for blessing me with your presence'? Seriously. You should be grateful."

I almost laughed. Jonah had sounded genuinely offended but frankly I wasn't in the mood.

"Really? I hope your dick is as big as that ego."

His face contorted into one of confusion that was almost cute.

"What?" He asked, astonished.

"I heard guys like them big," I smirked, "Unless of course you're more of a receiver than a giver. Then I suppose it wouldn't matter."

"I'm not gay...clearly." He smiled cockily, eyes twinkling. "I get more ass than a toilet seat." I almost cracked a smile at that. The idiot was actually a little amusing. "Not that kind of ass...I meant..."

"Oh, I know what you meant. I don't judge." Jonah's eyes surveyed our now empty hallway and I allowed myself to roam my eyes over his pretty face when the bell rang. "Great," I snapped. "Thanks to you, I'm late. Next time you think you need to assist me, do me a favor and don't." I stomped past him making sure to shove him out of my way. I had only made it a few feet before I felt a huge hand gripping my shoulder. I didn't even turn.

"I don't even know your name beautiful." He'd said it mockingly...almost cruelly. I didn't bother turning around.

"It's Aine."