Crazy Love

Chapter 2

No this can't be happening. I looked back up to his smiling face, he had gotten very handsome since eighth grade. His facial features had slimmed out but his brown eyes had the same mischievous twinkle in them. 

No, he isn't handsome.

You're right, he's adorable.

No he isn't, I told myself. He is an asshole and I can't talk to him.

I guess I must have been looking at him for a little too long because he began to look very uncomfortable, I realized that I was staring and looked away, my face feeling hot.

"I don't want to talk to you" I said angrily, pushing past him, I was going to be late for class.

I stomped into my first hour class and plopped into an available desk, I look over and saw the cute boy from the parking lot.

"Hi," he said extending an arm "I'm Brady"

I looked at his hand then looked back up at his face, his light blue eyes sparkled and his smile was broad, his jawline was amazing...

I reached out and took his hand "I'm Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel"

"Alright everyone settle down and take your seats, I'm Ms.Harwick and I am your English teacher for this year" she said "I am here to teach you how to write papers and deliver speeches" she said with a sly smile.

I turn to Brady "this is going to suck."

"You never know it could end up being your favorite class" he said with a smirk.

He is so cute

Shut up I'm trying to focus

You should ask for his number

Why would I do that? Guys are supposed to make the first move.

"Ms.Harper?"

"Yes?"

"I asked you a question." She said impatiently.

The class snickered.

They are so immature.

"I'm sorry what was it?" I said, I could feel myself blush.

"I wanted to know what you did over the summer."

"Oh." How was I supposed to tell her that I lost 30 pounds in 3 months? "I just hung out around the house, and I did a lot of babysitting" I lied.

"alright, please pay attention next time." She gave me one more stern look before directing her focus back to the class.

I nodded, but as soon as she started talking I dozed off again. The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their seats.

"No homework!" Ms. Harwick yelled after us.

As I was walking I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Oh hey Brady"

"Hey Mel, uh I was wondering if you wanted to exchange numbers?" He said with a shy smile, his face turning slightly red.

I could feel my own face getting hot.

I looked into his amazing blue eyes and smiled sweetly, "sure".

The smile I got back was his biggest yet, I tore off a corner of my notebook and quickly scribbled my number on it. He handed me his and said goodbye.

I told you he would make the first move, I thought to myself.

Whatever.

"What the hell was that?"

I turned around surprised, when I saw it was Josh I started walking away.

"Why would you care, Josh" I said behind my shoulder.

"You can't just give random people your number!" He said jogging to catch up.

"Why would you care!" I repeated, now I was mad. "You are in no position to tell me what I can and can't do, you're an asshole, just stay away from me."

He looked hurt. Good, let him hurt, maybe he would understand how I felt back in 8th grade.

I stormed off before he could answer. I was so mad, who does he think he is? He can't just come in senior year and act like nothing was wrong.

I stomped to my locker and shoved my books inside angrily.

"Jeez, someone has had a bad first hour," Beth said casually, leaning up against my locker.

"You could say that again,"  I huffed.

"What happened?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Josh Weatherly, that's who." I said simply.

"OH I totally forgot he was coming back this year!," she said.

"Same, so seeing him this morning was like a slap in the face," I sighed, "Well we better get to class, don't want to be late on the first day.