Wasted Time

Chapter 15

JAKE

Why did I just say that? I mean she has every right to skip with Nick but I won't allow it. Just the thought of him trying to touch her or even tell her his lies infuriate me. Even though I hated myself for blurting that out so stupidly, I can't say that I regret it. I know that I don't have a claim on her and I wouldn't want to, since she's not an object. She's far too good to be claimed like some object. Wait what am I even saying? This is completely irrelevant to the situation.

Anyway, before I was so rudely interrupted with my own stupid thoughts, I was talking about Paisley and Nick. Needless to say, the whole skipping thing was a dumb idea, so being the person I am, I had to put an end to Nick's idea. I know for a fact that it was he who thought of this stupid plan, but since Paisley willingly complied to his suggestion, she's dumb too.

"You can't refrain me from skipping with other people simply because you have this immense disdain for them!"

I furrow my brows in confusion and unknowingly shoot a glance at Nick, who is just as dumbfounded as I am. This girl is really something, despite her fucked up ability to make others feel like an absolute dumbass with her choice of words and smart mouth, she still manages to make me smile, even after feeling like a clueless piece of shit.

In reaction towards her sudden encyclopedia outburst, I laughed, my anger and hatred quickly dissipating. But when I heard Nick's laughter, all that anger came back again. I narrowed my eyes at Nick and he immediately stopped laughing. Satisfied, I returned my focus onto Paisley.

"What's so funny?"

I carelessly take three long strides toward her and stop inches away from her face. Her eyes are glued to mine as my gaze lingers to her lips. Having knowledge of what I have just done, I promptly composed myself and looked back into her beautiful green eyes, completely and utterly getting lost in them.

"You—you're amusing," I say softly, my face so close to hers.

I could see that she's extremely uncomfortable by the way she's helplessly trying to avoid my gaze, but obviously failing miserably. Or how her face is now flushed a deep crimson. Or how she bit her bottom lip about four times since my weird decision to be closer to her; all the cause being from the close proximity. What she doesn't know is that by every bite, my desire to kiss her drastically grows.

"W-Why are you s-so close to me?"

Her voice breaks me out of the trance that she, herself put me in.

"Why aren't you backing away?" I smirk at her as her cheeks abnormally redden even more.

I haven't seen her this flustered since... well, last night when I tricked her into thinking that the almost-kiss was a joke. But little did she know that I was actually going to, until my inner conscience decided to attack my mind with furiously annoying thoughts.

I hear an attention seeking cough, obviously coming from the one and only Nick Richards, from my left. As predicted, that little cough was enough to break paisley and I apart. I glanced in Paisley's direction, and I swear my eyes were betraying me, because this is the first time I've ever seen Paisley Archer embarrassed, her cold and poised facade vanishing for just one quick second. Quite funny though, that being in close proximity with a guy is much more embarrassing for her, than having to walk around the school soaking wet.

"What do you need Richards?" I asked impatiently.

"Nothing from you, but more from Paisley," He looks away from me and turns his attention onto Paisley. "Are you still skipping with me?"