D3ADLY S!N

Cut The Formalities

I pulled the glass coffee table over to the couch and set my bag on the floor, sitting down tiredly. The feeling in my hand went away....but not completely. I still felt something, I didn't know what though. Mr. Hall sat next to me, taking out a pencil.

"Don't you need a calculator?" I asked, irritatedly getting my homework out.

"Mathematical genius, remember? I'll be your calculator." he smiled.

I smirked and ripped a page from my notebook. I began to write and he stopped me.

"You've already made a mistake." He stated

"What? What did I do?" I questioned.

"You didn't rewrite the problem."

"And...?" I arched an eyebrow.

"If you make a mistake, you won't know the main problem." He replied.

I sighed and erased the work, writing the problem in its place.

"Satisfied now?" I huffed.

"I'm never satisfied." he implied, smirking.

I almost ran out of the room. Why did he have to be so.....agh!! I couldn't describe it. Mr. Hall just put me on edge. Nobody's done that before...how he got under my skin like that was beyond me.

I was so busy contemplating escape, I didn't realize the growing heat at my face. Mr. Hall grinned and I shot him a look.

"What?" I queried.

"You're blushing..." he said surprisedly.

"I-I-I am not! No I'm not!" I denied.

"Yes you are. Your face is rosy...maybe a crimson." he accused.

"Does the shade of my blush matter?!" I snapped.

"So you are blushing!" he snickered.

I opened my mouth to respond but no words formed. He knew I was lying, His expression showed it all. I looked away, sharpening my pencil until it broke.

"Persephone, why can't you concentrate in my class?" he interrogated amusedly.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I do." I growled, completely ignoring his question.

"And how would you manage to do that?" he asked, arching am eyebrow.

I was speechless again and I turned away.

"Fine...I can't concentrate because..." I trailed off.

"What is it?"

"...It's you! you're so distracted!" I accused.

"Me?" he laughed. "I suppose if you wanted the problem solved, you'd have to transfer out of my class-"

"No!" I interrupted and widened my eyes. That only made him smirk even more.

"Hmm. So you want me around?" he asked, holding back laughter.

"...I...oh shut up!" I replied, looking at my watch. It was 5 o'clock already. I'd been home for over two hours and I didn't finish my homework, let alone try to fix my disgrace of a test.

Would I ever get anything done with him around? I was starting to believe I wasn't.

"Look at the time! Gee, I'd like you to stay but-" I trailed off.

"But what?" he asked, grinning.

"But, you have to go.." I stood up and pranced over to the door, jittery. He made me so nervous, I couldn't stand it. Mr. Hall walked over to the door.

"Uhh, see you tomorrow Mr. Hall." I mumbled.

"Cut the formalities, Persephone. Just call me Ian." he grinned.

"O-okay..."

We both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and his hand covered mine. The feeling from before struck my hand again, and I bit my lip. There was a moment of silence, the only noise I heard was my pounding heartbeat. I turned the knob and he pulled his hand away.

"Persephone." he nodded at me, before leaving.

I closed the door and leaned against it, sliding to the floor.

"Ian......."