Firefly Jungle

Chapter Three

   I sat down at one of the empty tables, hoping nobody would join me. My hopes were crushed when Chloe and "Ni" both took the seats dirctly across from mine at the small four-person table. To avoid eye-contact, or any type of contact for that matter, I decided to pick at some of the wood that had begun to chip on the table. Much to my displeasure the small dainty girl spoke up, her shrill voice filling my ears.

   "So, you new to the area? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before." She squeaked out, as the blonde boy snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her onto his lap. I don't think the counselor noticed, or maybe just didn't care, because the action went without even the slightest scolding. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, her long straight blonde hair falling onto his lean chest.

   "No." I simply answered, still not wanting to start a conversation.

   "Oh. Well where do you live? Do you not go out often? Are you one of those internet 'Tumble Girls' or something? I'm more of an Instagram girl myself, no offense." She smiled, and before I had a chance to even take a breath to answer, took her phone out from where it had been resting between her clevage, and shrieked "Selfie!" as she pulled me close to her and the blonde boy. The flash from her phone nearly blinded me, until the stupid thing finally made some sort of clicking noise. She gushed, while I regained my compuser, and rubbed my burning eyes. I slowly inched back over to where I had been sitting before I was ripped from my seat, and attacked by some teenage photographer. She kept tapping her fingers on the phone screen, while the Irish boy just rolled his eyes, and pulled her a little tighter to his body. He must be used to this sort of thing.

   He whispered something incoherent into her ear, making her blush, and turn in his lap to slap his hand, that had creeped it's way to her thigh. I looked away from the two, not wanting to see any more of their affection. It was making me nauseous. I started to stare at the ceiling, to distract myself from the talk the two were having.

   "Dubois? Jennifer Dubois?" A voice called me from my trance.

   "Yes?" I answered immediately, hoping for an escape from the two love birds.

   "You are to report to my office, and I will be in shortly." He replied. My blood ran cold. I wanted an escape, but what would I need to go see the couselor for? I kept coaxing myself to believe it was just an issue with my schedule as the classroom door shut behind me. When I took a few steps into the empty halllway, I realised he had forgotten to give me the number of his office. My eyes darted in each direction of the hallway, hoping to spot a sign of some sort. The only thing I found was a student standing in front of an open locker just down the hall from where I was. My feet carried me toward them almost instantly. I tapped the boy on the shoulder, and he turned to me, his brown eyes meeting mine. HOLY SHIT HE WAS GORGEOUS. His face was sculpted to perfection, and his body was perfectly built with the right amount of muscle tone. He had a slight stubble on his chin, and his dark hair was slightly pushed up to one side.

   "H-hi." I stuttered, still surprised by how amazing he looked. His eyes burned into mine, and I could feel myself get even more nervous. Why was I talking to him again? I had lost all train of thought I once posessed.

   "Hi." He replied, coolly. He had a nice British accent like the Curly haired boy from earlier. His teeth were even perfect! How was it even possible to be this hot?

   "I uhmm... My uhh..." My voice croaked out. Shit, what was my name again? He reached his hand out to me, and without thinking I put mine in his. He brought our hands up to his mouth, and kissed the back of mine.

   "My name is Zayn. What's yours?" I couldn't breathe as he let go of my hand, and it dropped to my side.

   "I-it's uhh... It's..." Before I could finish he smiled and giggled. My cheeks burned instantly.