Not All Blondes Are Dumb [EDITING]

Chapter 12: You Just Can't Get Enough Of Me

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I walk distractedly, my bag still on my shoulder while both of my hands are inside my jean's pockets. Scanning the halls, a few students catch my eye and I flash them my signature smile. One blushes, probably embarrassed, before shutting their locker closed, almost crashing into their friend. Amused, I walk slower, watching as they apologize, their gaze fleeting towards me before turning redder and hiding their face.

I suddenly bump into something, making me stumble back. I look up, about to yell at the person only to see a beautiful guy glaring at me. Yeah, definitely not a something.

He raises an eyebrow at me, looking a bit haughty as he straightens up. Brushing his brown hair away from his eyes, he blinks a bit rapidly before staring me down once more. I gape, feeling slightly nervous as my mind becomes murky and I find myself unable to speak.

"Well?" The stranger prompts, sounding annoyed as he lets out a small huff. "Aren't you going to say sorry, blondie? Or are you gonna catch more flies standing there?"

I blink, frowning before finally using my ability to speak. "First, do not call me 'blondie.' Second, you should be the one apologizing to me," I tell him, raising my chin up in defiance.

He glares at me, his voice holding an undertone of surprise, "What? Who do you think you are? You bumped into me. I was minding my own business-"

"Not in the mood!" I yell, brushing past, shouldering him even though he was almost a head taller.

"Excu—" He sputters, mystified. "Who do you think you are?" He calls out.

I turn around, giving him a grin as I finally regain my full confidence. "I'm the new girl in town," I inform him, winking. "Stop looking so grouchy, Mr. Pretty face."

"Wha–" he starts before catching on onto what I had said. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, an amused look overcoming his beautiful features. "Wait, did you just call my face pretty?"

I continue walking, the office coming closer and closer. I stop at the doorway of the main office, glancing sideways at the see-through glass. I step inside, walking straight towards the receptionist desk.

The thick woman glances at me for a second before returning her eyes to the screen of the computer. I clear my throat, trying to catch her attention again. She doesn't spare me a glance.

"Excuse me? Hi, I know you can't handle seeing me in the eye because of my extreme awesomeness, but," I speak, slightly agitated but giving her a bright sweet smile anyways. "Could you possibly give me my schedule. My name is Jordan Leith."

She sighs tiredly, rubbing at her eyes, "It's the middle of October and yet..." She mutters to herself as she moves around her mouse, typing in a few things before the printer besides her computer starts beeping.

"Well, it's nice meeting you too, Ms. Receptionist lady," I chirp, smiling. Might as well make small talk while I wait for my schedule.

"How would you know if it's Mrs. or Ms.?" the woman asks, raising an eyebrow, "For all you would've known, I might be married."

"Keyword, might," I reply cheekily, "Besides, no ring on your finger," I say, showing her my hand before wiggling my ring finger.