Chapter 4 - A Whole Damn Crate Of Bad Luck
I stared at him, internally marvelling at his looks. While Riley and the other boys had been hot, this guy took it to a whole new level. He had wavy bed-head black hair, short on the sides and long on the top, and it looked so soft that I almost wanted to touch it. Just to see if it felt like what it looked like. His bright green eyes reminded me of a blooming forest, his pink lips parted slightly as he blew out a minty breath. He had a strong, defined jaw line, a stubble, and perfect black eyebrows. He had his hands stuffed into the pockets of his black jeans, and a leather jacket covered a white t-shirt. He was lean yet muscular, and stood at probably 6'3, four inches taller than me.
I was about to apologize when he scowled, glaring at me. "You have working eyes. Use them."
He strode away, bumping my shoulder hard as he passed me. "Inprobus," I muttered.
One moment I couldn't see him, and the next his beautiful eyes were once again boring into me. "What did you say?"
I glared at him but gave him an innocent smile that covered the venom in my voice. "You have working ears. Use them."
He stared at me for a second, green eyes flaring up as he gave me a half grin. Not quite a smirk, but not a smile either. "Yes I do have working ears. Would you like to see any other parts of my body? Just to check that they're all working?"
Were all boys like this? First the boys outside class, and now this jerk. "No, I'm pretty sure it will be as terrible as the rest of you." Lie, lie, lie. There was absolutely no part of him I would call even close to terrible. But I'd die before I let him in on that.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Most girls usually fall for that."
"Yeah, well, obviously I'm not most girls." Who did this kid think he was? Did he actually believe every girl was the same? And that they would fall for that awful pickup line?
The half grin was back. "Indeed you're not." He cocked his head to the side, something I did often. It annoyed me that he'd stolen my habit. "What's your name?"
"Nullum negotium tuum," I said sweetly. Ha! Take that you arrogant prick!
He once again grinned. Why on earth did he do that so much? "Well, I'm making it my business."
I stared at him. He just translated my Latin? That easily? It spurred on my annoyance even more. "I decide who I give my name out to thanks."
His grin widened even more at my annoyed tone. "So do I. The name's-"
I sighed. "Do you really think I care? Do you actually think I want to know?"
"Of course you do. Every girl does. If I give it to them, they consider themselves incredibly lucky."
"I'll pass," I bit out, pushing past him to continue my work.
"I hope to see you around Verstand."
I frowned at the word but didn't give him the satisfaction of turning around. I just kept walking, staring straight ahead. He didn't follow me, and I found I was slightly disappointed at the fact. Why? I'm not sure.
The bell rang, and I quickly rushed to my locker. I grabbed my books for the next class, which was math, and entered the class room. I was reasonably good at math, and therefore I was in the top class.
We had a seating plan, and I saw my seat but headed over to Caleb, who was waving to me, grinning widely.
I smiled back as I reached him. "So, you're good at maths?"
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Teen FictionI was the new girl. He was the bad boy. I was naive. He was the school's flirt. I was a goody two shoes. He was the troublemaker. I had secrets. So did he. ~~~~ Callania Boom, otherwise known as Calla, had never experienced the trials of school, aft...
