Bad Boy Gone Shy

S I X - Just a Sprinkle of Good Looks and Absolute Perfection...Oops

S I X - Just a Sprinkle of Good Looks and Absolute Perfection...Oops

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GIF: Barbara Palvin as Elaine Dora Santiago

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"Holy crap."

Jasmine placed a hand over her mouth, smothering a gasp of shock at her own atrocious behaviour. She anxiously studied Heath, who clutched his reddened cheek with surprise. The silver in his blond hair seemed to grow more luminescent by the second, as if the heat from his face was being shared with it. 

Her stomach churned like waves in a storm as she placed a dreading finger on her nose.

Rest in peace, Jasmine's nose...at least Michael Rupert hadn't slapped him clean in the face.

Then something completely out of ordinary happened.

A smile broke onto his face, and not the sexy smile a boy pulled on to impress a girl, but the wide, goofy, silly smile. "Did you just slap me, Jasmine Winters?"

Jasmine gulped, cursing at her parched mouth. She leaned further into the wall, praying that she could magically slip into the next classroom. "No." She croaked, embracing herself for the swing to her face.

Heath cocked his head to one side, the rays of sunlight flooding his vibrant blue eyes with more colour than there had ever been. "Because THAT," He chuckled. "Sucked."

Jasmine shrugged, annoyance boiling to the tips of her hair.

"Seriously," Heath said, lifting a hand to his tanned face. 'You see here? It's not red; it's not burning."

How many cups of audacity had God used to create Heath Parker? Perhaps ten? Twenty? Even thirty wasn't a bad number. 
The ultimate procedure for making 'Heath Parker': Thirty cups of courage (made specifically to insult Jasmine Winters), twenty tablespoons of terrible wit and humour, one cup of flirtatiousness, and just a sprinkle of good looks and absolute perfection....oops(spills the whole bag).'

Jasmine heatedly slipped under his arm and stormed out of the classroom. She pushed the door open so roughly that the hinges almost bounced off. 

"There's still fifteen minutes of lunch left," Heath called, running to her side, "You really aren't planning to stay for a little while longer?"

Jasmine stopped to glare daggers at him. "Stay?" She shook her head, "Just for you to hurl insults at me?"

Heath playfully winked at her. "Any girl would kill themselves to be in your position."

And there it was, the most commonly overused line in ninety-nine percent of bad boy novels and movies.

"Okay," Jasmine wearily nodded, "Bye."

Jasmine turned on her heels and slowly walked away, secretly hoping that Heath Parker would perform some cliche 'boy-in-love move' to stop her.

"See you around, Winters." Jasmine groaned and inwardly punched herself for turning away.