Hating Stereotypes is Overrated

Chapter 2

I forgot about his intense dark eyes by that night.

But it was a different story the next morning.

My first class was Spanish 3, and I sat right next to him.

He stiffened up the moment I set my stuff down, and I could tell he was trying his hardest not to peek at me.

I ignored him.

We sat through the entire class like it was torture, him sweating in his seat and me pretending not to notice.

He sprang up when the bell rang, and I carefully gathered up my stuff before leaving.

What an odd dude.

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I had him again in the next class.

He sat right behind me. What the hell. How on Earth could that be a coincidence?

He didn't stiffen up when I sat down. I didn't know if that was an improvement or not.

The teacher was introducing us to the course when I felt someone tug on my hair. I whipped around to lock eyes with Hallway Disaster.

Whoever told you green eyes were the epitome of beauty, they were lying. His eyes were likes pools of melted dark chocolate, deliciously dark. Who are even has natural eyelashes that long?

Melt me

"What do you want?" I snapped, unnecessarily angry. Probably at myself for out of control hormones. But what's a girl to do?

"Woah, chill. I just wanted to tell you..." He paused and bit his lip, then beckoned me closer.

Out of bad judgement, I leaned toward him.

Close close close close close close close

He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and continued.

Hnnnnnnnnng

"I just wanted to tell you-"

That you're a total hottie?

"The entire class is watching."

My face burned in embarrassment. I didn't bother to glance around, I knew he was telling the truth. I turned quietly back to my desk and sat there with my shoulders hunched in.

What a dick.

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I set my tray down at the table. Sandra and Anna looked at me expectantly.

"What?"

They both giggled.

"So... How is Alex?" Anna giggled, like Sandra was telling a joke.

"Who?"

"The hallway boy!" Sandra blurted, a smirk playing across her lips. She leaned her chin on her hand and rested her fingers on her cheek.

I felt the tips of my ears starting to burn.

"We heard you got caught kissing in class!" Anna's blurt made me stone cold.

"What no!" Spluttering wasn't very flattering on me.

"That is nowhere NEAR what happened!" I frantically crossed my hand over my throat.

They nodded, but I could tell they didn't fully believe me. Who would?

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It was the last class of the day. I had successfully gone through third and fourth period without seeing him. My luck ended there.

He was sitting right at my table. Fuck me.

Maybe literally

We locked eyes and I felt myself freeze up. He looked away and I slid into my seat.

Why did it have to be this guy?

I sneaked a look over at him. He was resting his chin in his hands, elbows propped up on the table. I quickly realized I was in the same position, and sat up straight.

Those arms are godlike

We sat in silence for a long time, before the fucker decided to get cheeky.

I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when he nudged my foot.

I glanced at him, and decided it was an accident.

Then he nudged me again.

And again.

I glared at him, and only got an infuriating smirk in answer.

So I nudged him back.

That was how the war began.

It was full fledged chaos. We were constantly pushing our feet back and forth, he was winning, obviously. I couldn't stop giggling, and he would sometimes slip a little chortle. One nudge, I snickered, another nudge, he chuckled. Soon we were just pushing our feet together, trying to tip each other's chairs. He tipped back an inch and flailed wildly.

"Mr. Ashton, care to share with the class?"

Alex straightened in his seat.

Well shit