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Chapter 3 - Cupcake

I walk briskly down the school corridors towards my next class, deep in thought. I still have no idea what happened back there. Why did Ian wink at me? Why do I feel like he knows me, even though I know for fact I've never seen him before?

My mind goes though a million unanswered questions at this point. I'm so busy thinking, that I stupidly forget to focus on where I'm actually walking. Big mistake. My head suddenly collides with something hard and flat, making me drop all my books on the floor. I stand there stunned for a split second before I realise what I've done.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I gush. "I wasn't looking where I was going and.."

My words trail off as I look up into the face of the one and only, Ian Stratton. I inhale sharply, suddenly frozen to the spot. Ian's icy blue eyes are just staring at my curiously, while an amused smirk plays on his lips. Words seem to escape me at this point, I'm just left staring at him with my mouth hanging open like a fish. His piercing eyes sweep over me for a short while longer before he speaks.

"It's okay. Here, let met get those for you."

He bends down and starts picking up my text books. Once his eye contact leaves mine I finally break out of my statue-like trance.

"Thanks." Is all I manage to say.

"It's alright."

Ian continues to pick up my books for me, giving me a decent view of his muscly back and broad shoulders. My brain was nagging for me to not just stand there and to help him with the mess I created, but my feet wouldn't budge. Ian soon stands up again with the pile of books in his arms.

As he hands me my books, I involuntarily gasp as his hand brushes against mine. My hand tingles, as if a current of electricity has gone shooting through my veins. My head is spinning as Ian's eyes lock back onto mine once again, cool and collected.

"I don't think I've properly introduced myself. I'm Ian." He gives me a dazzling smile that makes butterflies flutter inside my stomach.

"Yeah, I saw you in Math. I'm Scarlett." I say, somehow managing to keep my voice even.

"Oh, I know that sweetheart." He says, smirking as if he's letting in on his own private joke.

OK.. now I'm a bit creeped out. I'm about to reply and ask him how he knows my name, before he purposefully cuts me off.

"So, what subject have you got next?"

The question catches me off guard, making me blink confusedly.

"Um.. Science?" I reply feebly.

Ian's eyebrows furrow. "You don't have art class?" 

"Erm.. No. I dropped out." I say slowly, wondering why he wants to know this.

He ponders this for a second before speaking. "That's too bad, you don't know what you're missing out on. Art is amazing. Life changing, even." He says, talking a step towards me so that he's only a couple of steps away from my face.

"Sure." I say, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. His intense gaze is still on me, making me squirm. I need to escape.

"Well, I should probably go.. Sorry for running into you." I say in a rush, before turning quickly on my heels and walking away in the complete opposite direction of my Science class. I just need to get away from this annoyingly hot creep. I can still feel Ian's eyes on me as I walk off.