So Tell Me (Interracial Story)

Chapter Eight

So Tell Me Copyright © 2014 All rights reserved TotheStarsandBeyond

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Recap:
As soon as I stood in front of the table, his eyes dazedly looked up and the pencil stopped.

My breath hitched and I had no idea why. He's not in dress code, again. He's wearing a gray and dark blue baseball tee.

He licks his lips and stared at me intensely.

His eyes are so blue...

I choke. "I have, your uh," Jeez Tatiana, get it together. "jacket. I have your jacket." I retrieved it from my backpack and faced him again.

His expression was cool and chill. As I handed it to him, he nods. "I washed it." I say.

Jason glanced up at me with an amused grin.

"I didn't want to return it unwashed, you know?" I edge on. His grin only gets bigger. My cheeks burn as I recall having to wash his girlfriends- I assume- underwear.

After a second of us staring at each other, I say, "Well, see you in Mr. Robinson's." I wait momentarily to see if he would say anything, he didn't.

I know he's quiet and all, but last time he talked to me a considerable amount. Why is he so hushed now?

I take a few steps back, nod my head slowly, then spin on my heels. Not even a th-

"Thank you," he spoke, his voice low.

Turning my face, I smile at him. "No problem,"

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Zoom zoom make my heart go boom boom

I walked into class with a solemn mood. Not exactly caring but not overly reckless. It was the last period of the day and I was happy I'd have the chance to go home and snuggle into my pillows soon.
I slumped down in my seat, feeling the oddly warm surface below me. Sighing loudy, I looked around at the half filled class.

The window on my right a couple rows down let in a cool breeze that caressed my face. Yep, it's definitely time for a nap. I let my head settle on the desk, feeling the sleep take over my aura.

"Class hasn't even started, yet we already have someone sleeping." The bell suddenly rang and I was jolted awake by a sharp quick sting in my left arm.

Lifting my head, a pair of big brown eyes meant mine. "She's awake, Mrs. Brown." Alyssa Presky announced. I rolled my eyes and watched as Mrs. Brown gave me a knowing look.

After the very long, very insipid lecture on rhetorical devices and grammatical techniques and how to use them properly, Mrs. brown began explaining our project. "This project is worth a hundred points. It is relatively easy and should not take a long time to complete. The project consists of three components you all can partake in. You will be partnered with someone else, however. It is your responsibility to get each other's numbers and decide on a convenient time to work on this." She then explained that the project was a creative writing assignment. Mrs. Brown picked on someone to pass out the assignment sheet while she continued to describe the project.

I wasn't too pleased with being partnered up, but it wasn't the worse. There wasn't anyone in the class I would necessarily shoot if being partnered with.

"Listen as I call out the names of the partners," her reading glasses rested on the bridge of her nose as she read aloud the partners.

"Ashley and Brenton. Damon and Jamie. Alfred and Maggy. Miguel and Dmitry. Tatiana and Jason." My breathing hitched. Jason? My heart rate increased immediately. I turned to look at him. He was already gazing my way, head slanted, lips parted and an odd look in his eyes.