Never Grow Up {Watty Awards 2012: Teen Fiction}

Part Three

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Song: I Should've Kissed You by One Direction.

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"Oofmph!" I made a grunting sound as I struggled to carry all thirty books in my arms. Sure, they were thin, but put thirty of them together and - there you have it - a killer load. I was cringing at the sheer weight of it... no wonder students had lockers. 

"Here, let me help you." I heard Blake from behind me, and immediately straightened up my posture.

"I don't need -"

He cut me off my swiftly taking half the stack out of my arms, now allowing me to see where I was walking. He grinned at me. "Don't be silly. We both know you're gonna fall if you carried the whole lot."

"Was not!" I vehemently denied, and slipped on a piece of flyer in the empty hallways. I squeaked and crammed my eyes shut, bracing for impact.

Blake steadied me with his other strong arm, his muscular arm wrapping itself around my waist to help me regain my balance. I had dropped a few books in the process, but other than that, I had not fallen on my butt embarrassingly, so I was more than thankful. Also, I was trying my best to ignore the pounding in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach.

Student-teacher relationships are forbidden, I repeated in my head.

"Thanks." I said.

"Of course, you're thanking me." He responded cheekily.

"Aren't you the gentleman." I told him sarcastically. "You couldn't help me take the whole stack of books?"

"Talk about ungrateful." He laughed as he proceeded to hold the door open for me.

The chatter in the classroom died down at an incredible pace when Blake and I entered the classroom. I cleared my throat awkwardly as I placed the books down and Blake did the same, his hand brushing against mine as he did so. He left to take his place, beside the window, of course.

"Umm." I started, and my hands flew down to my skinny jeans to dust off some invisible lint.

I had buttoned my shirt, right?

Panic settled in, but I realised that my blue button-on long-sleeved shirt had been buttoned, thank god.

Well, if I didn't have any wardrobe malfunctions, why was everybody still looking at me like that? I eyed them suspiciously, thinking that maybe I had not buttoned my jeans, but when I looked again, I buttoned them.

It dawned on me that the first bell for class had not even rang, yet the class was already full. I turned around to look at the class clock, but I still had a solid ten minutes before class even began. Huh.

"So, what's going on?" I asked the class as I sat down into my chair, looking them from eye to eye.

"What, Miss Taylor?"

"I'm not falling for that. Why are you guys so early?" I demanded, standing up and putting my palms  on the top of the desk.

Most of them averted their gaze, being obsessed with the clock, their tables, stationeries and of course - the ground.