Horns (H2OVanoss Fanfiction)

~Chapter 4~

~Jonathan's POV~

"Why... It's nice to have you in our class Jonathan. Go have a seat by Evan in the back." He stiffened up while staring at me. Like he didn't even want to hear his name.. And the predictions from last night seem to be right. This boy must be a straight A student. He seemed formal... I slowly made my way over to the empty desk next to him. He then looked down to his desk, completely avoiding anymore eye contact with me. I sat down, taking out my notebook. This stuff, I really hated it.. School. Who the hell invented it anyway? I started to feel around for my pencil.

"Shit." I cursed under my breath, keeping my voice quiet so no one could hear me. I glanced over at 'Evan', he seemed like a prepared guy..

"Hey, could I possibly barrow a pencil?" I whispered to him. He glared at my wide eyed. Was he surprised that I talked to him? He then gave me a nod in response, and went digging through his backpack. We're so fucking different.. He's so.. He's just.. So responsible. He must really like school too. He seems like the goodie of the class. He then pulled out a pencil, and held it towards me.

"Here.." He murmured. I took it in my grasp, and smiled my famous smile.

"Thanks.." I whispered, then looked at the teacher to make sure she knew I had her attention. I was of course tuning out every single word she was saying. But.. The thought of the guy sitting next to me. I wonder what he was like... He honestly seemed like a really nice guy. Which... Which really disgusted me.

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It was the end of class... And I stood up from my chair to go to my next one. But it seemed like Evan was staying behind. I raised my brow, then sat in the desk in front of him. It seemed to catch him by surprise.

"You know class is over right? Why are you still here?" I tilted my head to the side. He then rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well.. I normally stay after for a couple minutes. I normally book it down the hall way since my classes are semi-close. What's your next class?" Evan then asked with a sparkle in his eye. I felt this burning suddenly started swelling up in my cheeks.. 

"Um.. Uh.. I believe Math.. But I'm not sure. Could you.. Could you maybe help me around?" I started to put on an innocent act. I leaned towards him, so close that the tips of our noses were basically touching. 

"Sure. Of course." Evan then slowly stood up from his chair. My cheeks were still burning.. Was I seriously blushing? Ugh.. If this is my feelings saying, you like him. Well you can fuck off, ok? I got up from the chair too and we both exited the classroom. 

As we were walking down the hallway, I stayed close behind him.. He had the scent of cinnamon. It smelled really good to be honest.. I wonder what cologne he uses. Wait.. Shut the fuck up Jon! You're not here trying to get a pretty boy's number, you're here for the Rich kid. And this guy is just another distraction.

"So... What's your name again? Sorry I'm very bad with names.."

"Oh.. It's Evan. And your Jonathan, right?" I nodded to his question. Suddenly I found myself pinned up against the locker, with his death glare staring into my eyes. It didn't really scare me, but damn he was fast.

"Ok... Jonathan. What the hell happened to me last night?"