Him with the Green Eyes | under editing

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r i d i c u l o u s

I was still in shock, trying to process everything that had just happened in the last twelve minutes of class.

The new kid strolled in, captured our teacher's and everyone's hearts, and proceeded to insult me.

And then stole my seat, laughed at me, called me Thumbelina, before he conversed with the popular soccer kids.

Thumbelina? Who did this kid think he was?

I honestly couldn't concentrate. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose, staring down at the empty notebook page in front of me.

I couldn't think. For once, I didn't understand anything. This was absolutely ridiculous!

And then he turned around in his— my chair, and then asked me for a pencil.

Hastily, I threw him the yellow stick and socked him in the nose with the pink eraser part. I was quite satisfied with myself, and he shot me a white toothy smile.

"Altus," he said. "That's the name, Altus Jackson."

I don't care.

He shot me a wink with his green eyes, and I wanted to facepalm. I was usually able to return with a snarky comeback, but I was dumbfounded, completely devoid of a response that could put this kid on his feet.

Ridiculous.

It shouldn't have come to a surprise, honestly. I was a mess with good-looking boys. I was slightly awkward, slightly rude, slightly boring.

But the ability he held over me just made me want to shrink up and never come out from my hiding spot.

"Sweetheart, your name is?" he put his hand on my face, tilted my chin up so I could meet his eyes.

Damn, those eyes. They were a captivating forest green, complimenting his dark, dark hair.

I couldn't find my voice. Everything went blank. My name, what's my name?

"Cat got your tongue, lovely?" His smile sent my stomach into unsettling flurries.

And then I wanted to punch him.

Who did he think he was?

"Lilliana," I scoffed. "I already forgot your name, it wasn't worth remembering."

His eyes flashed, and he shot me a quick response afterward. "I shouldn't even call you by your name. Thumbelina is more fitting — you're such a short little asshole."

I picked up the pencil I had thrown at him, flinging it at his nose again. Arrogant little—

"Mister Jackson? Miss Strafford?"

Dragonbreath was standing at the head of the room, his beady eyes and awful breath reaching us to the back of the classroom.

I swore quietly under my breath. Altus was staring down at the yellow slip on his desk, looking rather amused.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.