The Heir's Little Badass

21: THAT LITTLE SHE-DEVIL IS EVERYWHERE

My head snaps up the instant I hear his deep laughter float into the class.

My ready smile drops when she walks in behind him. He's smiling and she's smiling and I'm frowning.

She stands on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, her dark hair falling over both their shoulders, he nods and smiles and she giggles in response while I strangle the pencil in my hand.

Me? Jealous?

One hundred percent.

They make their way towards me while I glare at my broken pencil.

"Hey Dylan, guess what? Phoebe has chemistry with us" Ethan announces obviously.

My smile is held up by pins as I regard both of them. "Oh wow, that's nice Phoebe"

She smiles sweetly and leans into him, "yeah, its nice to have chemistry with someone like Ethan"

Really? That wasn't even subtle.

I avert my eyes from the two of them because I don't want them to see the sudden rage filled in them. God what is wrong with me?

Ethan takes his seat behind me and she sits beside him, not before shooting him a small smile.

Just then, Mrs Smith walks in and I try my hardest to pay attention to the class, its pretty easy really, because chemistry is my favourite subject, my eye and head don't hurt and of course I'm not going crazy about the new girl's sudden relationship with the boy I like.

The boy I like...

My cheeks suddenly flame red when it finally dawns on me and I accept the fact that I like Ethan Black. How can I not? He's insanely gorgeous, he's impossibly nice and patient, he's unbelievably smart and he always manages to make me feel sane, happy, safe.

I like Ethan Black. Oh God.

Just then, a scrunched up piece of paper lands next to my feet and I frown at it. What kind of doofus is throwing papers in class? Just wait till after class and throw away your trash people!

"Read it Einstein" Ethan whispers from behind me and I realize what it is.

I quickly pick it up and open it. A small smile appears on my face when I see that he's written the note in bold, block letters to make it easier for me to read.

This boy...

OKAY, NOW TELL ME WHY YOU HAVE SUNGLASSES ON INDOORS.

I roll my eyes and huff before scribbling my reply.

0h so now you notice?

I quickly pass it back to him and ten seconds later, its by my feet again.

YES, I DO, SO WHY? YOU'RE MOST LIKELY HIDING A BRUISE, WHAT HAPPENED? AND DON'T TELL ME SHIT ABOUT FALLING OR WALKING INTO A POLE.