Her Majesty's Bad Boy

2: IT'S JUST ANA

CHAPTER 2: IT'S JUST ANA

JACK

I stare at the screen of my phone, eyes wide and mouth open in shock.

Students pass me in the hallway giving me questioning looks but not daring to talk to me.

Second day of school and everybody already fears me.

I blink at the text countlessly not processing the information.

Sam 7:58 am- I got the alias jack. Its Ana Polins. You'll still be in all her classes so identify her and start ASAP. Remember Jamie.

Can he not wave my Achilles heel in front of me for five seconds?

I sigh, running my hands through my thick dark hair. Ana Polins.

I can't believe it, the class freak. I envision her ratty brown hair and goofy glasses, her buck teeth that refuse to say in her mouth and the terrible skin situation she has going on.

Talk about an elaborate disguise.

Speak of the devil.

She suddenly appears in front of me, in front of her locker actually, a few lockers away from mine.

I watch her exchange books in her locker and I notice how obvious it actually is. She holds herself all prim and proper, her posture is immaculate, and the way she handles her books, with such grace you can only learn at princess camp.

When she's done, she closes her locker and heads in my direction.

I barely register what I'm about to do before I begin to walk towards her.

I intentionally bump into her, causing all her books to fall and scatter on the floor. She let's out a tiny squeak, like a little mouse.

"I'm so sorry" I tell her, feigning concern. I bend down and begin to pick her books.

"Y-you d-dont have to" she stammers before joining me to pick her books.

I chuckle lightly at how nervous she is, I am pretty intimidating, "don't be ridiculous of course I have to."

She nods and continues picking the books. I see her reach for a book and I reach for it at the same time, making sure our hands touch. She let's out another squeak at the contact and raises her eyes to meet mine.

Through her glasses, her eyes are blue. The bluest blue I've ever seen. I don't know how to explain it but they are beautiful and captivating. They aren't eyes you quickly forget.

She blinks and the spell is broken, we both stand up and I hand her the rest of her books which she takes quickly.

"Th-thank you"

I smile and she visibly catches her breath, "its no problem, it was my fault really"

She nods, and makes to leave but I grab her hand gently, making sure not to grip too hard.

"I'm sorry, I forgot your name" I tell her.

"I-its A-ana"

I raise an eyebrow, "Ana? What's that short for, Annabeth? Annabelle? Anastasia?"