Beautiful Girl

Fudge...

Just as I was getting comfortable, the door opened, and in walked Taylor, a smirk on his face.

"Good to see you could make it to class, Mr. Rush." The teacher said annoyed.

"You're welcome. I just wanted to bless you all with my presents." He smiled sarcastically. 

As he started walking toward me, I held my breath and hoped he didn't come over to me. Much to my relief he didn't, he walked to the very back of the classroom and sat down, propping his feet on his desk and stared out the window. The teacher sighed and went to get a clip board.

"Well, let's get the pairs together. Ashley and Josh. Brenda and Maddi-" The list went on until there was on four people left. Me, Racheal, some other girl, and Taylor. I was crossing my fingers hoping I wasn't put with Taylor.

"Last groups are Racheal  and Jaz. Last Taylor and Gabriela." That was all the time we had to do for the class, as the bell rang. People already left, Racheal being one of the first to leave.  I felt numb, terrified. I sigh and slowly pack up my things. I have to catch up with Taylor to make plans for the project. 

I look around the hallway and see his tall frame and make a run for it. Normally you would run away from something that scares you but hey screw it.

When I got close enough, I grabbed his jacket and twisted him around, panting. 

"P-project. Address. Work."

He sighed and took out a piece of paper quickly writing something done and handing it to me. Just as I thought it was a number, his number. 

"Text or call me for anything other than the project I'll kill you." He growled at me, turning around to leave. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered, but he heard me and turned around toward me as I put my head down, fearing the worst. My face was lifted up and I was looking into his green eyes as he was studying my own eyes for a hint of a lie. His hand stayed on my chin  and I felt myself blush. 

He let go and coughed into his fist and turned around again. "I'll text you the address." Was all he said before he walked away down the hallway to his class, I think at least.

As I turned around to go to my class, I almost ran right into Racheal. She was gaping at me. 

"That was the longest conversation he has held with anyone without knocking them unconscious in the end," she said.

I was surprised, "Really?"

"Yep," She replied. "Then again he could just be waiting for the right time." 

'Well fudge, I'm screwed.' I thought to myself.