Vigilant ~ ED

I

¥Jemma¥

I put in the combination to my locker that was located in the eleventh grade hallway.

41 11 27

I push up and grab my World History and Math textbooks along with college rule notebooks with one black papermate pen.

I slam my locker closed and start walking to my first period class.

Math.

I'm in calculus and it's quit easy. You just have to pay good attention.

I hit something hard and drop everything.

"Oh my god I'm sorry." I say starting to pick up things. I look up to meet a pair of hazel brown eyes.

Ethan Grant Dolan.

He was the most beautiful teenage boy alive with a killer jawline.

He just smiles at me.

I stand up and he hands me my history book.

His soft warm hand slightly touching my cold hands.

I never realised how close we were until I hear his slight breathing.

His breath smelled of minty gum and his sweatshirt smelled of men's Dior cologne.

"Don't worry babe." I watch him strictly before he moves past me.

I push a strand of blue hair behind my ear.

I look back, seeing him doing those guy handshakes with his friends and brother, Grayson.

I turn back around and start walking to class.

¥Ethan¥

She's gorgeous. She's prefect. She's everything you would want in a girl.

Her dainty hands slightly touching mine as I hand her stuff back.

Oh how I wanted to kiss her knuckles and keep looking into those mesmerising rich chocolate brown orbs.

As I pulled myself away from her, desperately, trying not to say anything stupid.

I notice obnoxious laughing and look up seeing Grayson and the crew.

I step away letting a breath of air out, not realising that I was holding.

"Hey bro whats up." I hear Alex loudly say as I 'sup' him.

"So how did it go with you and miss Jemma?" Jake says mockingly.

They all know how I feel towards her and it honestly sucks.

I roll my eyes and stuff my hands in my front pants shrugging it off.

"I mean she didn't really say anything other than,'sorry for bumping into you'."

"If I were you, that wouldn't be the only bumbing I would do with her." Alex says laughing along with the two annoying fucktards in front of me, earning a death glare from me.

The first bell rings as if on cue to leave this conversation that was now starting to get awkward.

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"None of the six basic trigonometry functions is a one to one function. However, each trigonometry function is listed with an appropriately restricted domain, which makes it one to one. Because each of the above listed functions is one to one, each has an inverse function. The corresponding inverse functions are-"

None of this made sense. I was lost and so fucking confused.

I look around to see everyone jolting down stuff, some having the answer already.

My eyes land on something better realising it's the back of Jemma's faded blue hair.

It suited her.

I watch her work her pen and paper until I hear my name being called.

"Mr. Dolan?"

I look up at Mrs. Anderson, noticing that she asked me a question I was unaware of.

"Sorry what?" I say flipping through my notes I semi wrote down.

"What's the equation for number seven."

At this point everyone was looking at me. Even,

Jemma.

"U-um h(x)."

"Wrong."

I sink down in my seat embarrassed.

I look up and see Jemma still looking back. She turns around quickly as if she was teasing me.

I miss not having to see her face for a period of time.

I could stare at it forever.

I want her.
I need her.