You scurry along the hallway, your shoes squeaking on the floor. There’s only a few seconds left before the bell rings and you’re late for class. You weren’t normally late, and today wasn’t going to be one of those days. After all, you didn’t want to be late on your first day of the new school year, did you? You’d already overslept, which meant you’d missed the bus to school, which resulted in you running to school in the pouring rain. Your jeans were sticking to you and your wet bangs slap you in the face as your pace quickens.
“Can’t be late,” You mutter. “Can’t be late,”
As you skid around a corner, you slip over, landing on your hip with a solid thump. A guy who’s just down the hall spins on his heel and runs over to you without falling over. Just like you, he’s sopping wet and slightly out of breath.
“Jesus, are you okay?” He asks.
“I prefer Raeann,” You mumble, accepting his outstretched hand and hauling yourself and your bag up as he passes you the things that have fallen out of it. “If you don’t mind, I’m running late and I really need to get to class. Thanks for your concern,”
You brush past him without another word. As you hurry to your catering class, you hear his footsteps quicken as well.
You burst into the classroom just as the bell rings, making you just on time. Your teacher, Ms Hall, raises her eyebrows at you, but then takes in your soaking wet clothes. She shakes her head and points her pencil in the direction of your usual cooking station, the one that you’d used last year, meaning she’s let it slide just this once. The door bangs open as another person bursts in. You turn to look at them, and your heart freezes. Is it the boy who helped you in the hallway, who you’d run past without a second glance? You feel a blush heat your cheeks and you bow your head, pointedly looking away from him, just in case he’d been the one who’d helped you.
He’s bent double, his hands above his knees, his wet hair flopping and dripping water on the floor while he struggles to catch his breath.
“Jordan Witzigreuter, are you ever not going to be late to one of my classes?” Ms Hall sighs.
You risk a glance at Jordan out of the corner of your eye and see that he’s straightened up, looking helplessly at Ms Hall. “I’m really sorry,”
“Well,” She says sternly. “Seeing as you were both late and I’m picking your partners this year, you can be paired with Raeann. Maybe between the pair of you, you’ll make it to class on time,”
Jordan saunters over to your cooker, his lips twitched upwards in a smile. You distract yourself by attempting to sweep your red hair up into a pontytail – not the easiest job considering the fact that it’s wet. Jordan leans on the counter, watching you.
“What?”
He shrugs. “Am I not allowed to watch?”
You sigh. “Seeing as we’re partners, you’re meant to be helping me,”
“Oh,”
He walks behind you and takes hold of your hair, pulling any strands you’ve missed into the ponytail. “Hairtie,” You hand it to him and he secures your hair. “Happy now?”
You bow your head, hoping that he doesn’t see that you’re blushing. No guy had ever been that sweet to you before. You hear him chuckle and then a nervous laugh escapes you. You busy yourself with making sure everything’s clean for whatever you’re doing that day. As you work, you feel his eyes boring into you.
“Have you got a problem?” You snap, wheeling around to face him.
“No,” He says lightly. “I just want a thank-you,”
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