The Prankster

Chapter 10

Edited.

Chapter 10

Sighing, I sat up in my very uncomfortable seat. I cracked the bones in my stiff back and winced at the sound. Some curious students glanced at me, trying to find something interesting instead of listening to... You know what? I don't even know what the teacher's telling us right now. All I know that it's extremely boring and something with chemistry. The teacher's monotone voice about some kind of a connection was drowning in the sea of snoring or pretending-to-be-whispering students that think the teacher is as interesting as the long commercials that are annoying you to the brink. 

Sighing for the tenth time in this class, I stood up. Ignoring the noisy eyes and the annoyed teacher, I exited the class without a second thought or saying something. I could hear the teacher talking with a raised voice, and the giggling and whispering was getting louder. Flicking my hair out of my face, I grabbed my elastic band and put my hair in a messy and not sexy ponytail. While I was still trying to get some kind of balance on the heels. 

 After groaning a countless amount of times, I finally decided that I should take off the heels and save myself from further misery. But, no one told me that my feet will hurt equally of me not being used to heels. 

"I see that you made yourself comfortable," said a masculine, deep voice. I looked behind me and I would say I was surprised to find someone that I thought I wouldn't see for a long time. 

Dan. Looking into his hazel eyes and slightly-lanky build, I can see that he hasn't changed much. He still had the same fashion taste as the last time I saw him. Looking at him now, I remembered the times where it seemed that I was the happiest. 

The only boy that I have ever let in my life. We weren't best friends, nor some star-crossed lovers. Our story begins as a cliche relationship would; starting in a cafe. In my memory, I could see myself sitting on a table with a cup of coffee on an arms reach and my phone in my other hand. Books and books that were written in Spanish were all over the table; occupying every inch of the moderately big table. A cough interrupted me from my texting with Kathie and with a sigh I looked up. And there he was, a boy my age, maybe a year older, looking at me through very dark sunglasses. Even though the cafe had dimmed lights that were toughening my "studying" and making me squint so that I could understand the words, he was still wearing sunglasses.

His mildly toned face didn't show a lot of emotions, being almost all of it covered with his sunglasses. However he managed to not look like a fly with too big eyes, he managed to pull the look off. I took my time to look him over; his toned, lanky yet there-is-muscle body; his tall build with long legs that elongated from his boy shorts. His strong hands were crossed over his chest, making them look like he worked out and did a hundred push ups a day. Smirk fell over his rosy lips, not the kind of rosy that would make you think that he was putting lipstick, but the kind of natural rosy that you were jealous of.

He obviosly knew that he was hot and that I was checking him out. It wasn't like I was hiding it. Sighing in mock displeasure, I looked at him again, searching for his eye-color and guessing the most adequate color that would suit him perfectly. From blue to purple to even black, I was guessing all the possibilities and like those really boring and over-rated games of dress-up, I was trying every eye color on him. Again, he coughed and pulled me out of my thoughts. 

"Hello," his deep voice mockingly greeted me, making me even more attracted to him as I was annoyed by him. A combination of annoyance and attraction at a time wasn't something I would be pleased of.

"Can I join you?" 

At first I thought it was a joke, I mean, couldn't he see that I was busy? My Spanish test was tomorrow, I perfectly knew that,  and still I didn't mind the fact that I would get a F on the test if it meant for this cutie to sit with me.