Opposites Attract?

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

Lysander's POV

The music pulsed with a steady beat and I effortlessly hit every single one of them. Friday was here and I was in the studio improvising to whatever song came on from my playlist while I waited for the rest of my crew to show up. My boys and I needed to work like crazy to get the dance polished and perfected by tonight. Especially if we wanted to beat our number one nemesis, Local Attraction.

Local Attraction...

Luckily, they haven’t been giving Corlene too much trouble or I wouldn’t have hesitated to break Charles Morgan’s face and dent it forever. I’ll probably have the chance to do that tonight. Arie had invited both Corlene and Annarina to watch us dance again. My heart had lurched slightly when Arie informed me but I didn’t protest.

Corlene and my “friendship” had been somewhat distant, even though we see each other every day in science. We are partners after all, but, to my dismay, we don’t talk unless we had to. Only simple phrases, “pass me the beaker and graduated cylinder”, “add the water to the crystals”, etc.

It upseted me. I missed her wittiness and smart ass responses. Mostly her sass. I smirked slightly as I pictured her hips swinging from side to side, her signature walk. I could pick that walk out in a crowd and would immediately know it was her without even glancing at her face.

Her face. Her eyes. Her smile. Those perfectly shaped lips. I shouldn’t have tried to kiss her.

Goddamn it! What the fuck is wrong with me? What the hell is she doing to me? Never have I had a girl linger on my mind before. I was Lysander Blake, the playboy and bad boy of Baker Hill High. Girls have constantly throw themselves at me, rather pathetic honestly, but I never complained. I could get any girl with even just a smile, but not her. Now she was the one who had me crawling on my hands and knees to get her attention. God, you’re so bloody pathetic, Lysander. You’re still thinking about her.

Growling, I pushed all my anger downward and pushed off, flipping into a backflip and landed, slamming my hand onto the ground with one knee on the floor, hitting the last beat of the song before it faded out into nothing. Panting, I got up off the floor and walked over to the stereo, pushing the pause button and then slid onto the floor, sipping water. I rested my head on the wall and shut my eyes, still panting. My pulse steadied out and my breathing returned to it’s regular pace. After awhile, I felt someone slide down next to me. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know who it was. After ten years of friendship, I’ve basically memorized the sound of his footsteps.

“Something on your mind?” Arie asked. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Or was it someone? I’m pretty sure it’s someone.”

“I would hit you, but I had absolutely no energy to.” I grumbled, opening my eyes to glare at him.

He chuckled, “So it is someone. A girl, perhaps. Half Asian half Italian, maybe, with a killer smile, chocolate eyes, nice butt, and one bad ass motorbi-” I cut him off with a smack on the head. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing his head, “You said you were too tired to hit me!”

“That was the perfect motivation.” I shot back, a smirk tugging at my lips.

“I made you smile, mission accomplished.” He grinned. I laughed.