Leather and Lace (Editing)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I try to ignore the stench in the air and the gloomy teen next to me by listening to the teacher. She was going on about an assignment with an essay and mind numbing things like that. She lost me at about the second sentence but I pretty much got the gist.

She starts to call out names as people moved around the class to change seats. What the hell was going on? Maybe I should have been listening a bit better.  

"Annabelle, Ian." She states while searching her list and calling out other names.

"Whoa, hold up. What's going on?" I asked confused. Ian? What's he got to do with anything?

"You two are partners for the assignment." She sighs, giving me a disapproving look.

"Why him? Can't it be anyone but him?" I asked in desperation. I hear a girl gasp in front of me and look at her in question.

"How could you be disappointed?!" she exclaims in shock. "Every girl would kill to be set with him"

I just shrug "I guess I'm the only one not desperate enough to be crushing on him." 

She wasn't even looking at me, instead she was looking almost dreamingly behind me.

"Ouch, that's a bit harsh. Don't you think?" Ian whispers in my ear. I yelp in surprise, gaining the attention from the class.

I turn around in my seat and look at him, about to yell but instead my words get stuck in my throat. He was already so close and me turning my head towards him put us basically nose to nose.

I hold my breath as he stares right back at me. My mind going fuzzy and those stupid butterflies surfacing again. He has such a look in his eyes, like he's desperate to figure me out.

I come back to reality and remember my original plan. To be honest, a part of me was screaming not to pull away but I clear my head and ignored it, along with the butterflies.

I push him away and turn back in my seat, I can practically feel the jealous glares on my back from the girls in the room.

I guess he is sort of good looking... and a bit charming...

No. I can't start thinking like that. It'll be bad to get involved. Not only for me but for him as well. He can't get tangled up in all my mess. No way.

I hear the chair scrapping along the wooden ground next to me but refuse to look towards it. I can tell my cheeks are flaming right now and try to hide it or at least make it lessen but I'm probably red as a beetroot.

How does something so simple make me blush and get butterflies? Geez, I'm acting like an immature teen going wild with hormones. 

Ian chuckles beside me and flicks my cheek. "You look adorable when you blush."

I just glare at the front of the classroom and don't reply.

"Oh come on.. What did I do?" he whines at me.