Wrong Mate

Chapter 7 - Alexia

• Alexia •

Jordan and I were now prepared for graduation, from detention that was, since Friday had come and the week was over. The three days were well spent sitting beside him, his hand occasionally brushing up my thigh in attempts at turning me on. He tried many other ways in getting me to "want" him, but it just wasn't going to happen. Girls really were all over him and it was a shame that such a hot face like his was corresponded with an idiot like brain. Jordan was one of those guys you desperately wanted but put up a front to show that you didn't, but I wasn't playing hard to get, I was hard to get. If any guy desired -- or as the British say, fancied -- me, then they would simply have to try for my heart, not for what was in between my thighs.

There were 20 minutes leftover before we would finally depart, only to see each other again in English and lunch. I genuinely enjoyed school, I could get away from my mother, have a friend to talk to and two boneheads to make my day better. Jordan still thought he was winning this bet, but he was wrong.

The clock was ticking and our work was finished, there was absolutely nothing left to do. I could feel his stare as I doodled on a blank sheet of paper; he was so intrigued by something on my face.

"It's not nice to stare," I set down my pen and turned to him. He snapped out of whatever daze he was in and blinked hardly as he assimilated himself into a comfier position.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Are you deaf?" I finally received the kismet to use his words against him and he chuckled, shaking his head before smirking at me. I didn't understand how he could look like a small lost puppy one minute and then an Abercrombie model the next. He didn't just have the amazing differentiated eyes; he had the muscles, the hair, a jawline chiseled by the gods, everything. Even his nose was perfect and not to mention the dimple on his right cheek every time he laughed. He was perfect and I hated him.

"What are you doing after this?"

"Going home."

"Okay cool, I'm coming with you."

"No Jordan, my mom will probably break your neck."

"Sneak me in, or better yet, come to my house."

"No."

"You want to."

"I don't want to," I lied.

"Alexia, don't be a bad girl. Come with me."

"No, my mom is coming to pick me up and-

The sound of the door opening cut my speech short but also, saved me in the process. Ms. Edwards always interrupted at the right time, it was strange and awesome at the same time.

"Time's up," I abruptly stood as she spoke these words, leaving my seat to hand her the newly graded papers. I retrieved my phone and backpack from her, ready to walk away before she stopped me. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I shrugged. She shook her head with a slight hint of disappointment; the look she gave was one similar to my mother's.

"Jordan is trouble."

"Hey!" Jordan whined from his spot before getting up and walking over to us. "I am not trouble; I am a perfectly sane guy."

"Get away while you can," Ms. Edwards instructed playfully, handing him his belongings before smiling warmly at the both of us. "You're new books will be here by Monday, what do you say?"

"That we really don't even want it?" I arched a brow.

"No, Alexia," Jordan feigned affable with a small grin on his face, "We say thank you to our teacher who went out of her way for us." Apparently, Ms. Edwards was nicer than I thought and, Jordan was a good actor.