Miss. Matchmaker |✓

Chapter 3

"Uhm, Miss. Parsons?" A quiet voice called out from a two feet distance due to the bulky desk that sat in front of us. I lifted my head, revealing a frown, from grading papers that had been completed by the class before.

"Yes, Mabel?" My lips morphed into a sweet smile because of the welcome distraction from the disappointing partner work on the worksheets. Mabel softly smacked a piece of notebook paper onto the palm of her hand repeatedly as her mind scrambled to find the words to spill out from between her usually sealed lips.

"Well, uh, my brother asked that I give this here paper to you," she finally spit out along with a gentle toss of the neatly folded paper onto the desk that acted as a boundary. I flicked the paper between my index and middle finger staring at it as if I had x-ray vision that would kick in and allow me to read the words that were scribbled onto the page. With a quick nod that assure Mabel I understood the instructions the young girl dashed off to her desk that was lined up tightly against a grinning Colton's. 

I nervously glanced at it every so often knowing that plans for our next meeting would be scratched in pencil onto the torn out piece of composition notebook paper.

"Okay class, well, we will be continuing the project," I paused allowing the groans to soak into the walls of the classroom before I continued, "if you and your partner have finished you may take the rest of the time as a free period." My eyes wandered to Colton who kept his own sewed into the side of Mabel's head in which she squirmed uncomfortably. 

A smirk found it's way onto my lips as knowing glances were exchanged and heads were tilted down to lose eye contact with those who sat across from them. I shuffled over to my seat; leaning back while and slapping a hand lightly over the note and sliding it closer to the edge of where I sat. My heart pounded into my ears, thumping rapidly against my eardrums as I tucked it into my hand,

"Miss. Parsons!" A voice called from the back and I looked up to be met with a pair of darkly shaded blue eyes.

"Yes, Carson?" I raised an eyebrow, Carson was a self-proclaimed bad boy who I had cliché-ly paired up with a self-proclaimed bookworm who went by the name Genevieve.

"Genie, is getting smart with me," he started, making sure to exaggerate the unwanted nickname and I didn't fail to notice the faint outline of a smirk that was usually stapled to his lips as Genevieve mumbled under her breath and cracked open a novella that was seated on the corner of her desk. "I don't appreciate the lack of respect, Miss. Parsons." Carson continued after a quick glance at where their desk were shoved together in the back of the claustrophobic room.

My eyes did a quick roll before they focused back on the towering figure, "Well, respect is given where respect is earned." I reminded him before the smirk dropped from his lips and he turned on the heel of his black combat boots back to where he studied Genevieve; running a hand through his already greased back hair every now and then. 

My lightly colored green eyes were being drawn back to the paper that was hiding in my palm, I flicked it open and unfolded each flap until the paper was restored to its full size.

Dearest Miss. Parsons,

I would like to schedule an appointment for Thursday, same time. Any problems please feel free to call me, I mean any problems.

-- Dustin

I snorted which caused dozens of eyes to fall on me, I gestured for them to get back to work as I copied down the number that was written sloppily on the bottom of the page before whipping out my phone and making a calendar note. My heart fluttered at the thought of seeing him once again; I mentally groaned at the giddy school girl feelings before tossing my head into my hands and making a mental note to call the only person who would understand what I was going through.