Cecile's New School

The Delinquent and I. (The Delinquent and Who?)

Chapter Sixteen

The school was buzzing with conversations as people moved from one class to the next. Friends talked with friends, teachers talked with students, and some of the female teachers gossiped in the library with the librarian on their breaks.

Despite all this commotion, Cecile was stuck in her own mind.

It had been three days since she had found out about Ben liking Jane, and she wasn't going to rest until she thought of a good plan to get them together.

Since the last chapter, Ben had fully devoted himself on becoming apart of the Jane Mob. Cecile thought that would keep him busy until she told him her awesome plan.

Ben didn't know his feelings for Jane were exposed to Cecile, so she thought it was best to just tell him that there was plan after she had thought up the plan. He would probably be ecstatic to know that she would be helping him, so she took it upon herself to manage the 'Get-Ben-And-Jane-Smooching' plan alone.

She had yet to come up with something for three days straight.

Because she was mulling about the plan so diligently, Cecile had been absolutely quiet and in her mind.  Foster loved her silence.  He had been using it to his advantage. He was jovial as he talked about things and ranted despite her not listening.

The thing was that he knew she wasn't listening. He just liked the fact that she wasn't saying stupid nonsense or bouncing off the walls.

As Cecile made her way to Mr. Bronson's U.S. History class alone, Cecile absentmindedly pushed past people in the hallway.  She was too busy stitching scraps of a scheme together in her brain.

Her attention was then refocused on the outside world when she smashed into a leather jacket.

It took a few seconds for Cecile to snap out of her haze and realize what had happened. She peeled her cheek off of the black leather and looked into a two hard eyes. Her eyes jumped around his face to his most eye-catching features, which were his unnaturally red hair and menacing scowl.

She noticed one half of his hair was braided into small cornrows while the other side was thick and free. Unlike his hair, his eyebrows were a dark brown. The right eyebrow was studded with a single silver dumbbell piercing.

His smooth coffee eyes were ablaze with anger and the matching dark brown eyebrows above them came together to form an angry pucker above the bridge of his nose.

That angry glare was directed right at her.

His big hand shot out. The sudden movement made the light glint off of his ear piercings Cecile didn't notice before.

He violently grabbed Cecile's collar and yanked her up to his eye level, which was pretty tall.

"Hey. You better watch where you're going." He growled. Cecile could see his simple silver tongue stud making an appearance when his lips opened.

His evil mug was dangerously close to her face. Every feature was curled into a vicious snarl.

Cecile reached out and gave his bicep two quick squeezes.

"You have pretty big muscles!" She marveled.

His face eased into confusion instead of anger. "What the-"

"I like the silent mood she's been in lately, so could you please not mess that up for me? Just set her down." Foster interrupted from behind Cecile.

Cecile was about to turn to Foster before she noticed a couple walking together behind the senior. Her eyes grew as a plan smacked her in the face.