A different life

Chapter two

Mickie's pov

My eyes search the room. Looking for the empty seat mr. Banks was talking about. I locked eyes with prefect deep blue eyes. 'No, no, no!' I thought 'it can't be him! Ughh this type of thing will only happens to me!'

"Mickie?"

I hear him choke out.

Was he really that surprise to see me here? I didn't respond to him. Instead I rolled my eyes. "Mr. Banks is there anyway I can trade seats with someone?" I asked in the sweetest voice I could.

"I am sorry miss. Flowers but, it looks like no one else will like to trade seats" he gave me another look of pity.

If he really did feel sorry for me. He would have make someone trade me seats.

Rolling my eyes again. I made my way to my seat. As soon as I sat down. I felt hot breath right below my ear.

"What the hell do you think your doing here?" Brock whispered just loud enough so that I could hear.

I didn't respond. Still he kept his mouth right below my ear. His hot breath fanning over my neck giving me goosebumps.

I put my Hand up to his chest to push him away. When my hand made contact with his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath. Giving him a light push in the chest. He slowly started to lean back.

I let my hand linger just a little bit longer. His muscles were so defined. Just barley touching them made my knees go weak. Pulling my hand back into my lap. I pulled out my cell phone. I needed a distraction.

"What are you doing?" I look over and see that he is fully facing me.

"Nothing that Involves you!"I snap at him.

He hasn't changed on bit! Still as Annoying as ever!

Looking back down at my phone I click on my tumbler app.

"What's that?" he asked

"Tumbler" I said with now emotion in my voice.

"What do you do on tumbler?"

"You can follow people and blog" still no emotion in my voice

"That actually sounds cool!" I looked up to fine him smiling at my like a little kid.

"Why are you here?" he ask again but this time he actually seemed interested in my answer.

"My parents both got new high paying jobs" I locked my phone and slid it under my leg.

"So what do they do now?"

"My dad is the CEO of the west bucket oil company. As for my mother is a doctor but she mostly performs cancer surgery's"

"That's amazing! so are you guys still in that shity little town?"

"No, we moved over this summer."

Growing bored of all his questions. I turn my head to listen to mr. Banks talk.

"Any time that we are using fire or hot liquids you need to make sure all your clothes are tucked in and that you are wearing these gloves"

Mr. Banks goes on but I still can't listen because Brock is still trying to talk to me.

"Listen. Brock I am not your friend and I will never be! I'm trying to listen to Mr.banks but I can't because you ar-" I am cut off by mr. Banks coughing at us.

"Miss. Flowers, Mr. Books. Since you guys want to get to know each other so well. You guys can get to know each today after school in detention for talking in my class" Mr. banks shot us a glare and continued talking.