Lovestruck

Chapter 3

Flustered, I violently stuffed my text books into my bag.

"In a rush, suga?" Jay grinned. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Why d'ya think, Sherlock?!"

"Hmmm..." He pouted, placing a finger on his chin and pretending to think.

"I've got too much sexiness to handle?" He winked.

"Aghh!" I moaned, flashing a fiery shade of red. Why does he have to twist everything I say to make it seem sexual? Sexual towards him!

"It's alright chupa chup, I get it a lot." he smirked.

Cocky little shit.

"That's just your excuse for when girls leave you. They don't want to hurt your feelings." I spluttered.

I really need to work on my come-backs...

He doubled up laughing and stopped to cach a breath. I just thinned my eyes and flung my bag over my back.

"Are you quite done?" I hissed. "People are watching.."

He turned around to see a row of curious people, blinking roughly as if they can't believe their eyes. I throw violent looks at them.

"I think you're friends want you." I roll my eyes, starting to walk away. He grabs my arm.

"Those clueless bastards? Na, I like winding you up more than I like fake friendships." He chuckled.

"Fake friendships?" I asked quietly.

"Yeaah! Haven't you heard those tools?" He snorts, flicking his shiny hair out of his eyes.

"Aye'! Jay M8! Sup'? 'Ows it hangin' yooo? Relllyyy! Coool. Oh sureee chemistry next. Ya! Alright' mate. Bye! OH ND come too ma partayy! Lots of fit birds y'know? " He impersonates in a mocking tone. I clutch my stomach, laughing heavily.

"Sounds fun!" I joke.

"I can think of funner things.." He winks.

I roll my eyes and study him hard.

"You're disgusting."

He snorts hysterically.

"Whatever floats your boat baby." He winks as I wrinkle my nose in disgust.

"My boat is floating away from you." I hiss, holding my hands up and starting to walk backwards. He grabs my arm quickly and I let out a yelp.

"One last thing cinammon bun," he purrs. The hairs on my arms tingle.

"Damn horomnes." I growl quietly.

He leans in closely to whisper in my ear again. I groan.

"Blah blah blah blah." He says. I laugh at him. He's so weird.

"Ass hole." I smirk, and walk away.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Hello, Everest!" Miss Martelle beams. "Can I help you with anything?"

I shake my head. "I have a free period, miss. I'm just going to catch up on some work."

She nods understandingly and gestures to the window seat, my usual spot.

"Thanks." I grin, smoothing the invisiblle creases out of my baby blue belly top top and perching on the edge of the bone-washed window seat. I pull out my books and spread them on the cushions.