Crystal (Magcon Boys)

Chapter Seven.

Jenna and I keep walking down the hallway. By now, she had shot me so many questions about last night that I don't even mind anymore. Actually, if for some reason she decides to stop asking me questions, I will get worried.

"So you got their phone numbers, right?" She asks.

I smirk. "Not all of theirs. Just a couple." I say, "It's no big deal anyways."

We continue to walk endlessly. "Of course it does. I bet they are interested." She says wiggling both eyebrows up and down.

I laugh loudly. "Yeah, sure they are." I say sarcastically. "Seriously though, they are a bunch of good fellows. No feelings attached."

"Yet." She applies. I roll my eyes as I arrive to my classroom. Jenna has a whole different class now so she has to keep going without me.

"See ya." I say giving her a smile.

"We're not done yet, miss." She says

I choose to ignore her and enter the room, eyeing some of the people that were already in. I spot Reese and smile, picking the seat behind him.

"How are you today, love?" I ask throwing in a terrible British accent.

"I'm good. You?" He asks.

"Lovely." I smirk. I've always admired this British people have the costume of using the word 'lovely'. I don't know why, I just really like this word.

Then Nash comes in. I smile and wave at him, motioning for him to seat next to me. He approaches me with a tired smile and takes the seat.

"Morning Nash." I say.

"Morning Crystal."

"Hey, thanks again for inviting me for last night." I thank him sweetly, "It was really fun."

"No problem," he smiles, "The boys really liked you."

I sure hope they did because I really liked them too.

"They are so sweet." I say honestly.

"Yeah, around you they are. You should see how 'sweet' they are when it's just us." He jokes with a laugh.

I shake my head and giggle. "Yeah I kind of know what you're talking about."

The teacher walks in the room holding her suit case. She places it on the desk and eyes us serious.

"Good morning." She says, earning mumbles back from us. "Okay, let's get started."

I rest my head on the back of my heads and listen to the monotonous talk our teacher was giving us, occasionally taking notes. I peek at Nash Grier from the corner of my eyes. He's looking back at me. I know that look very well. He isin't looking at me just for looking. He's looking at me with curiosity, like if something was bothering him.

I turn my head to him. He quickly looks away but I don't. I keep my eyes on him and notice he's uncomfortable. I smile.

He struggles not to look at me again but he does. My amused smile grows wider.

"What's up?" I mouth at him.

He frowns and pretends not to have an idea of what I'm talking about.

"C'mon," I say, "Just tell me."

He insists on playing lost.

"Fine then," I shrug, "But stop looking at me like that, it's creepy."

With that said, I turn and continue to pay attention at what's going on in front of the class.

Once the class ends I stand up and grab my things, looking at Reese.