Heart Strings of Gold

three

My eyes just about popped out of their sockets at the fact that I was seeing him again, and so soon.

I scanned his face more closely this time realizing that, no, he did not look like an average high school boy. His eyes held far too much experience - and now they were glaring at me.

"Since when were you in this class?" I couldn't help but ask. I could not fathom the thought of him sitting behind me and I not noticing.

He rolled his eyes and plopped himself in the seat next to mine sneering, "You wouldn't have noticed anyway, right Bambi?"

What a jerk!

The nickname cut me out of my trance as I threw a glare right back. "Do not call me that," I growled.

I had a respectable name that didn't need to be tarnished by petty nickname (that is what my mother had told me). "It's not my fault you looked like a deer caught in headlights simply because I turned out to be your partner," he retorted.

I noticed the slight lilt in his accent.

Spanish maybe?

He was casually leaning back against his seat, the tight navy shirt accentuating the muscles on his arms and chest.

He really was handsome.

Shut your trap, Charlie.

I shook my head, flicking my eyes back to his face, and said, "I know the majority of the students in this school, forgive me for not noticing one."

He scoffed at my comment, choosing to not respond to it. "When should we meet up to work on the project?"

I tossed my hair over my shoulder because I could, and tried to calm down my upcoming rage.

"I have cheer practice Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's and I have modeling after school Tuesday's and Thursday's as well as salon reservations." I listed. My mother had my schedule set up to the dot.

"You better clear out your schedule because I am not going to fail this project because of your hoity toity necessities." He said.

I was fuming. "Why don't you come up with a time and place, then?"

"Fine," he said, looking at me with so much distain.

"Fine," I retorted.

Sighing at our childish banter, he ran an exasperated hand down his face and said, "Give me your number and I'll text you after I've come up with something."

I reluctantly agreed and gave it to him.

After he saved it, I asked him, "Any ideas for the project?"

He shook his head slowly. "No, but we have a while to come up with something."

"I guess you're right." I said, biting my lip in thought.

Hopefully we agree on a schedule to meet up. Knowing me, I'd need the entire four months just to think of a good idea worthy of impressing others.

Ezra turned towards me to say something, when the school bell suddenly rang.

"Ok kids, don't forget, you might have plenty of time to complete it, but procrastination will only catch up to you in the end." With that, Mr. Smith let us know we were dismissed.

I gave Ezra a nod mumbling "see you later", and quickly rushed over to Adam.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Did you even know he existed?" I completely disregarded the fact that Isabella was quietly standing next to him. I was too absorbed in my own thoughts.