Once Upon A Rush #3 (A Zachery Johnson Story)

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Adrian

Do you ever have those strange moments? The one's where you're doing something and you don't realise it. Then when you look back at what you've done you think, wow. When did I do this?

If so, then you'd be shocked to know that I had done all of my work for two hours straight, without realising. Well maybe it wasn't a strange moment. Maybe it was because there was a certain nutcase that had been keeping me entertained.

Time legit flew by in a blur. I had never realised how much nutcase and I had in common and I still didn't even know his name.

"We've been talking all this time and I still don't even know your name." I chuckled.

"Zachery Johnson." He grinned, pulling his hand up for me to shake. I rolled my eyes but grasped onto his large, warm hand nevertheless. He lifts my hand up to his lips and brushed his warm, pink, plump lips against my knuckles.

I gulped, feeling a strange swirl of desire and lust build up inside of me. It was an odd feeling and in all my eighteen years- I had never witnessed something so enchanting.

I reluctantly pulled my hand away and shot him a tight smile. I leaned in close to which he raised a sexy brow too. "I prefer nutcase." I breathed, my breath purposely fanning across his cheek.

He smirked, leaning in closer. I swallowed, watching his every move with hawk like eyes. I so badly wanted to lean back but I couldn't bring myself to. "I prefer it more."

I shook my head, forcing myself to lean back. "You're ludicrous."

"For you." He winked.

"Cheesy." I smirked, gathering my textbooks and shoving them into my bag when the teacher dismissed us.

"I have my moments." He murmured.

He slung his back over his shoulder and stood up. "For you." He winked again before spinning on his heel and walking out.

I shook my head before chuckling. This guy.

Emma sprinted up towards me. "So..." She trailed off, smirking.

"So, what?" I frowned, slinging my bag over my shoulder and standing up.

"So, how is he? Is he nice? Does he flirt? Come on! Talk!" She grabbed me and linked our arms together before practically dragging me out of the classroom.

Emma was beautiful to say the least. With her brunette hair- always styled to perfection and her bright brown eyes.

"He's nice." I answered, walking over towards the Art corridor to pick Zion up.

"Oh come on! More details!" She yelled. We both came to a halt when we arrived at the art corridor.

"He's funny, he made me laugh a lot. We have a lot in common. We both eat like pigs. We both listen to grime and HipHop. We both-"

She cut me off. "He's perfect for you!" She clapped her hands.

My eyes widened. "No! I don't like him like that. Yeah, he's good looking and yeah, he's funny, charming, and what not but, we're more on the friend zone I guess."

"Whatever." Emma smirked just as Zion exited the classroom.

"Emma." He nodded, adjusting his camera around his neck.

"Zion." She nodded back, biting her lip.

Emma told me she liked Zion last year in the summer pool party. Zion told me he like Emma since he was five years old and she pushed him inside the sand pit. Why don't they go out you ask? Because they're way too stubborn to admit it to each other.