That Makes Three

Chapter One

When the bell rang I closed my eyes. Thank God the day was over. All I wanted to do was go home and watch tv, eat dinner and go to bed. When I opened my eyes I noticed that half the class had disappeared already, including the teacher, and a pair of round blue eyes were staring at me from the desk in front of me. His arms lay crossed over the back of the chair, a lit cigarette hung from his lips that were curled up in a half smirk.

"Hey." He said, the word floating in a puff of smoke. I pursed my lips and began stuffing my ring binder into my bag.

"Hello Roman." I sighed. Recently, this had been his new routine. After English class he would make sure to find me and talk. It was friendly talk, although nothing he did came without action. Or sexual favours.

"So, are you going to the dance?" He said completely innocently, though his expression implied much more. I rolled my eyes. I had to admit. There was no denying his obvious charm or good looks. The man looked like he was chiselled from stone by a god. But I wasn't going there. I just looked at him, placing my hands on my now clear desk.

"I'm going home." I said, with a tone of finality and stood up. He did too, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Prude." He said, pouting. I walked past him and laughed.

"So it makes me a prude because I don't want to sleep with you? Roman, honey do you really think I would be interested while I knew you were sleeping with everyone at this school apart from the women you're related too?" I asked, spinning on my heels to stare at him. He had his jacket clutched in his hand and slung over his shoulder. I watched carefully as he blew out a thick white circle.

"Well you're wrong." I raised my eyebrow, resulting in a dimple inducing smile and head shake. "Not about that. I mean I'm not sleeping with everyone. Just a few chicks here and there." He said casually. As he continued to walk towards me I took a few steps back.

"Oh, well if it's only a few!" I said, kissing my hand and blowing it to him. "Meet me by the broom cupboard under the stairs and we'll hump one out." I said in the ditziest voice I could muster. Rolling my eyes and turning I suddenly collided with someone. In my efforts to stop myself from falling I grabbed for a pink strap on my way down. Confused I looked up to see that I had walked into Shelley and pulled her bag strap. Peter was on the ground to, his hand pushing floppy hair back from his face. I smiled, my face warm as I gathered the fallen papers that were splayed on the floor and put them back in her bag.

"Sorry sweetheart." I uttered as I slid it back onto her shoulder. From what I could see through her curtain of hair, she smiled. With a wink I moved to Peter and offered him my hand. He shook his head.

"I'm good. I'm alright." He said, jumping up and collecting his bag. After muttering another apology I turned to see Roman leaning against the doorframe, watching me very closely. His eyes remained unblinking as he drew a long breath from the cigarette, the tip lighting up. But it was his eyes that held me. Wide and welcoming they invited me in, caressed me somehow. My vision turned fuzzy and all I could see was him. My hold on my bag tightened. Breaking away I shook my head and saw him wipe his nose absentmindedly.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." I shouted as I walked briskly down the corridor.