Love or nah

Gorgeous Eyes

Whoa. I feel my jaw practically hit the table and I quickly turn around to face the front of the class room. My heart rate has increased and my palms start to sweat instantaneously.

I peek at the gorgeous boy sitting next to me out of the corner of my eye. He is perfect. His skin is a gorgeous, smooth dark brown. His eyes are like his skin but lighter and the longer I look the more beautiful they become. I quickly turn away to keep from drowning but peek back to look at the rest of him. I scan my eyes over his chest and muscles which are visible through the tight fitting violet school shirt he wears.

He goes to my school. My eyes widen slightly at the realization and I swiftly turn away from him to focus my attention on Mr. Goetz.

I hear the boy shift closer to me and my body stiffens. He's getting closer and it's taking all of my concentration and strength not to move away. He starts to lean towards me and I can smell his cologne. His lips are right near my ear now and he says, "Hi, I'm Jeremiah."

I shiver from his deep alluring voice and breathe on my ear and neck. I'm in a daze before I realize I haven't responded yet. Great, now you look like an idiot. "H-hi," I stamper. I turn to look at him and realize he's still leaned over really close to me. My eyes flick down to his lips right when his tongue glides over them and I moan.

Really, Brielle?! My thoughts chastise me for the involuntary response. I see him tense and then relax again. He clears his throat a little. "Do you have a name?" He asks while smirking. You forgot to tell him your name. I mentally face palm myself. "Yes, I'm Brielle," I say and give him a small smile. The words come out stronger than I thought and I silently thank my vocal cords.

"You have a gorgeous name," he says and I melt into my seat.

"Jeremiah. Brielle. I apologize for teaching my class in the middle of your rendezvous. Please, feel free to continue your conversation in the principal's office." Mr. Goetz says. Perfect, now the man hates me.

Jeremiah doesn't seem fazed by Mr. Goetzs threat. "No, I apologize sir please continue on with your lesson. It won't happen again." Jeremiah says and he leans away from me. My heart sinks when the space he occupied less than a minute ago is replaced with cold, empty air.

I look down at my blank sheet of paper realizing I spent the whole class period thinking about Jeremiah and I take out a pencil just as the bell rings. ugh.

My friends leave the classroom imediately. I don't mind because I'll see them at lunch which is only one class period away.

I grab my bags and step into the isle taking one step before I slip on my wet shoe. My papers fly everywhere and my bum stings from the impact. I can't believe this is happenening. I roll over to my hands and knees and start to collect the stray papers.

I finally gather all of my stuff and sit down to change my shoes to the emergency pair I carry. I hear someone clear their throat and I look up to find Jeremiah staring at me with an amused smirk tugging on his lips.

"What?" I ask. "You're in my seat I can't get to my stuff." He says amused. My eyes widen as I realize I'm sitting on Jeremiah's things and we are the only two left in the classroom.