At this point she did turn around and there he stood confident, his short black hair disheveled as the last time she saw him, oblivious or rather unaffected by the death glare she was burning him with.
She had started her day with good thoughts and a positive attitude but had a feeling that was now quickly about to change. God! She was even wearing her favourite denim jeans AND her "Have courage and be kind," top! She had recently purchased the top at a showing of the Cinderella movie. She definitely had a lot of courage but sorry Cinderella. Someone who comes between a girl and her coffee deserves anything but kindness.
Jesse leaned against the wall watching her, amusement colouring his dark eyes with one side of his mouth turned up, as he drank from her coffee.
She took a moment, taking a few deep breaths, calculating her words before she blurted out something she'd regret later,
"What do you think you're doing?," she asked.
He straightened up at her question, placed a hand on his heart and said,
"You have to ask! You wound me beautiful," staggering back for effect as if someone had shot at him. But he quickly regained his straight posture continuing his act,
"It's okay, I'm feeling quite generous today, I'll explain. Just one simple concept. What's mine is yours and what's yours ," he paused giving her a once-over, taking his time finishing off with his dark eyes meeting her contrasting blue ones before adding, "...is mine."
He then continued sipping from her coffee, standing tall in his all black attire as if he hadn't been examining her just a moment ago. He met her eyes again with his intense gaze, a flicker of amusement also present whilst he waited for her reaction.
"Hmm, pumpkin spice, great choice!" He whispered to her leaning in close in his deep, velvet voice.
A breeze of strong, musky, cologne hit her nose. He was so close that people around them had started to stare. After noticing the confused and slightly horrified look in her eyes, he continued explaining.
"Haven't you heard, you're Jesse Hunter's new girlfriend?" He whispered in her ear before moving back to examine her response to the news. He feigned innocence as she widened her eyes at his bold statement.
"What? You can't just ...shdhdwk..."
He chose this moment to wrap his free arm around her waist making her stiffen under his touch. His face just inches away from hers, if she turned her head slightly towards the right. Her medium-length blonde hair tickled her neck against the friction of the sudden movement.
She stood dumbfounded unable to comprehend how things had escalated so quickly and why she couldn't muster up something intelligible as she stood there in his hold.
Her face turned a deep shade of red and she wished the ground would just swallow her up, away from the staring eyes of the people around, whose very dull morning at the reception had just turned interesting.
"What do you say, we get out of here and ..." he started to whisper in her ear from behind.
At this moment her mind started functioning like a normal human being again or rather she should say her limbs as she turned around, out of his grasp and...
...slapped him.
On the face.
She had forgotten for that 'normal-human-being-functioning' reflexive moment that the corridor was in fact really quiet aside from the students lined up with her behind the reception.
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Scars Don't Heal
Teen Fiction"Hey I'm talking to you!" And I'm ignoring you Keegan thought to herself, walking past the tall guy briskly. She kept her eyes trained ahead and engaged as she searched around to find an empty seat. He grabbed her wrist mid-movement spilling her dr...
