Imogen's POV
Silas...the man that invades my dreams. He's beautiful. Too beautiful not to be considered dangerous. He stands a solid 6'5", has a slim swimmer's frame, milky caramel skin, and a perfectly plump bum.
Not that I'm looking at it or anything!
Anyway...his eyes are the definition of erotic: a pale blue, almost gray, with a look of pure emotion. Although, he wears a constant cold and impassive look plastered to his face.
Silas wears his ink black curls like a mop. Waves of hair that end just before they blind him completely; just above the wondrous eyes. And then there's his scruff...God, the scruff on his chin is honestly panty dropping.
Now, in comparison to such a beautiful man, I'm a flat chested, no assed giant. You'd never expect me to have any association with him, correct?
Well, due to my unfortunate luck, my extraordinary grades don't sway judgment in Mr. Johnson's AP Chem class...My assigned lab partner for the second semester this year is...YES! YOU'VE GUESSED IT...
Silas Butler.
Thanks Mr. Johnson. Note my impeccable sarcasm.
I was desperately hoping Landon would be my partner this year. Landon is my bestfriend. We grew up together. I met him when we were 4. We attended the same ballet class; we still do to this day. Despite his gender, he stands 5'6" to my 5'10".
I told you I was a giant...
Landon may be short...well, shorter than me, but he is a sight to behold. With his strawberry blonde hair, eyes so hazel they're mostly purple, and a body most dancer's would die for, you'd think he'd be swimming in the ladies, right?
Wrong.
Landon is nicknamed the school's punching bag. The other students believe he's just a weak, pathetic gay boy and he allows it. Actually, he embraces it! Fucking pacifists will do anything to avoid conflict.
"Hey! Imogen!"
Speak of the Devil.
"Hey Landon."
"I've been looking for you all day. Who'd you end up getting for your lab partner this year? I got Luke."
"YOU GOT LUKE? THAT FUCK? He's abused you since pre-K. You can't be fucking serious. You have to ask Mr. Johnson to give you a new partner!"
"First of all, watch your language. You aren't a sailor."
"LANDON!"
"Second of all, I think it will be a good experience. We both know I'll be the only one actually doing any work. If he feels the need to belittle or beat me, I'll simply state that I'll fail the both of us. Problem solved. Well, for a few months at least. Now! Who'd you get?"
"Uhm, Silas..."
Is he laughing?
"LANDON! WHAT THE FUCK?! Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm- sor- sorry- it's- just-"
"Breathe, Landon."
"Oh, don't give me that look Imogen-"
He hates it when I roll my eyes.
"-you can't blame me for laughing. It's Silas! The big bad wolf. The guy you have major hots for. As a bestfriend, it's my job to laugh."
Fucking asshole.
"Yeah. Okay. Are we still working on the piece for the festival?"
"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world. That is, unless you can persuade Silas to help you. I'm sure he'd love to see you in a leotard."
"Piss off."
Why am I friends with him again? Honestly. He'd get hanged if anyone heard him talking about Silas so freely. He's literally Voldemort at Braxton High! You just don't.
Fuck.
I have to talk to him about the paper due this week. Lunch is this period so now all I have to do is find him. Damn, Silas where did you go? I don't see him anywhere.
Wait, why are people at my table?! If Landon tried making friends again, I'm going to have his balls in a sling. Last time he tried making friends, they ended up being cultists and they wanted to have us attend an orgy. He honestly finds the weirdest fucks to befriend.
"Landon! Hey! Who's at our table?"
"What do you mean?"
"There's a mob sitting at our table. I figured they were friends of yours."
"No, I learned my lesson the last time.."
If they aren't his friends, who are they..?
"I think it's Silas and his groupies...Imogen. It's Silas! He's sitting at our table. Why the fuck is he sitting at our table..?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out."
No. No. NO. This is not okay. He has a table. I didn't invite him. We may be partners, but that table is reserved for me and Landon!
"Hey Silas."
"Oh, hi."
"Why are you at my table?"
"I figured you'd want to sit with me to discuss our topic."
Oh my gosh. Why does he have to be so cute?
"Listen Silas. I know you mean well, but I'd rather discuss our topic when work is required. I could do without you in my free time."
Shit. No. I forgot I actually did need to talk to him!
He looks so confused. I'm an idiot!
"Oh. Okay. See you later then."
Fuck.
