How To Make Him Jealous

Chapter 18

--- 13 years before ---

I was staring at the boy from across the playground and I knew I was.

I just couldn't break my eyes away from him.

He was a tall-ish boy for sixteen, but I'd seen taller. His brown hair swept across his face, the result of no product being put into it this morning. His blue eyes shone like they always do, captivating my heart like they never fail to do. .

It was like one big massive never ending sigh.

His brother stood next to him, exactly the same height, same blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, but a completely different aurora about him . That's what drew me to his twin brother more. His different aurora I guess.

I could hear a voice in my left ear, a slightly more irritating voice than I'd hoped. Something that wasn't recommended  on a Monday morning. It was distance, because I couldn't hear anything but my own heart beating for the boy across the playground.

The voice continued on and on and on. Just like my heart beat was. Bom - da Bom - da Bom.

Until the bell rang.

Is that the only thing I respond to ?

I snap out of my stare and force myself to face the voice.

"Yes Dylan ?" I groan, turning towards the irritating sound.

"The bell just rang." The irritating voice responds.

"I'm aware of that Dylan." I say, smirking at my own sass.

"You know I'm right here. Hotter, sexier and the right age and yet you still drool at my older brother. "

I feel my cheeks flush red. "Well .... your my best friend and evens thinking about you in that way makes me feel sick." I quickly respond, grabbing my bag.

He only shakes his head and sighs.

"See you in English !" He calls over his shoulder, walking towards the classroom, thankfully ending the conversation.

"Whatever !" I shout back. Walking the other way towards a different set of classrooms, quickly glancing at the empty space where the brown hair boy had stood earlier.

"God dam you Liam." I mumble under my breath.

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"And next week I need your assignments about Shakespearian culture back in his time and blah, blah, blah. Shakespeare, blah, blah, blah. Romeo, blah, blah. Summers day, blah, blah, blah. "

I wasn't listening to a word my English teacher was saying and I knew nobody else was either. I think the teacher knew as well. In fact he might be the one saying blah, blah, blah.

"Liam." My head snaps up at that, quickly looking for the source of the word.

"Eh eh eh eh. That one got you awake didn't it." The blonde hair boy beside me laughs.

"Piss off Dylan." I say, laying my head back on the desk.

"Ooo ! You swore ! Is is that time of month ?" Dylan retorts.

"Go away ." I groan.

"Ms. Dawson." The teacher calls in his extremely boring voice. "Please leave Mr. Beck to do his work."

Dylan quietly snorts and nudges me with his elbow. "Yeah ! Shut up Ms.Dawson." He whispers.

"Dylan shut up !" I snap, hoping to get him into trouble as well.