Jerks Care?

Day Dreaming

TICK.

I shifted in my seat. 

TOCK.

I kicked my feet across the floor.

TICK.

I dropped my head staring at my notes.

TOCK.

My hands fell in my lap fiddling lazily.  

TICK.

My eyes subconsciously fluttered to the classroon's simple clock. 

TOCK. 

Five more minutes, just five more minutes. 

TICK.

"Ms. Wildenson, what do you think?" Snapping my head in the direction of the rest of the class and sadly, a disappointed teacher, I sighed. 

"I'm s- sorry." I said looking back at my notes covered  mostly in doodles. 

"Ms. Wildenson." a few of the teachers grey hairs fell on her face. "This is the third time today." She said looking through her glasses that set near the end of her nose. 

" I know Mrs.Frank, I'm sorry." I looked back at her guilt playing on my face, and I feel the blush rising to my cheeks from remembering the other times my literature teacher had called me out for my countless moments of day dreaming about nothingness. 

"Don't be sorry, just fix it Ms. Wildenson." 

"Yes, of course." 

My eyes fell back to my notes allowing the blush disappear. 

The class had gone back to there note taking, and I could go back to my... my empty thoughts. 

However, I was still very aware of a pair of eyes glued on me. The kind of glue that you don't let little children use because they may end up gluing their hands together permanently, the kind of clue that is crazy sticky. But it wasn't the fact that a pair of eyes were this severally glued to me that was bothering me, but who the eyes belong to.

The person who had that effect to them.

The one person that we all know can make everyone shiver.

 The Ashton Martain.

His breath taking stare was glued on me, but I wasn't giving in. I couldn't just give in to his stare. It made me... weak. 

Weak is bad, very bad. 

RING!

I let out a loud breath, as people stated gathering there things.

"Class is dismissed!" The teacher yelled even though no one was listening. I grabbed my bag and  note book . From there I didn't waste any time. I  busted it out of the class room. I don't know about you but I don't want to wait around, and be forced to look at the pair of eyes that had been glued to me. 

Stupid school for giving me a smart class. 

Stupid school for making me be in the class we the upperclassmen. 

Stupid me for making good grades. 

Stupid, stupid me. 

"Lu! Wait up!" His voice called behind me, and even though it wasn't apparent in his voice form just how in shape he was, i could tell hew as running. 

Not just regular ole running, but running f-a-s-t. 

And compared to him I was going incredibly slow.