Moonlit

two

A rather tall figure stepped into the room hesitantly. He wore a tight black t-shirt, outlining his toned arms effectively, his hands disappearing into the pockets of his jeans that were as colorless as his shirt. He owned a mass of untidy dark hair that was sprawled across his head, keeping it bowed down as he kept his eyes glued to the floor. Despite being unable to observe his facial features, he seemed quite good looking even with the fact that the word color didn't seem exist in his vocabulary.

"They couldn't even get an attractive one," Sophia said under her breath, and I shot her a look of confusion and disagreement. He looked pretty okay to me. I shut my eyes tightly and breathed in deeply to remind myself that I already had a boyfriend.

Once I re-opened my eyes, my breath hitched in my throat. The boy was staring at me blankly and mind you, he didn't look like he was going to drop his gaze anytime soon. He blinked slowly, thick eyelashes closing around the darkest, coldest eyes I had ever encountered. He had a strong jawline, with cheekbones hiding under light freckles spotted across his features. As I observed this, his emotionless eyes still remained on me. I grew slightly uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by. Didn't anyone teach this guy that it was rude to stare?

I shifted in my seat awkwardly and was grateful when Mr Fern spoke; "Why don't you introduce yourself, buddy?" A feeling of embarrassment suddenly overwhelmed me, probably because 1. I thought those cheesy introductions only occurred in movies and 2. He certainly didn't seem like the "buddy" type. His eyes moved away from me and I relaxed, grateful.

"I'm Jake," I froze at his voice. "Jake Moon. I only came here to support Mom with her new job," he said bluntly, his voice deep and somewhat incredibly sexy. I inhaled deeply again. Mr Fern paused, waiting for Jake to continue but when he realized he wasn't going to, he beamed. "We're delighted to have you in our class, Mr Moon." He slapped Jake on the back similar to how he had to me. Jake accepted the over-the-top friendly manner of his teacher, but he didn't look too okay with it.

I dropped my attentive gaze and opened up my work book, neatly writing the date in the top right hand corner. I averted my thoughts to the poem Mr Fern had assigned us to write. To be completely honest, I wanted to do well in English this year. Writing was something I did frequently and was one of the very, very few passions I had.

"Why don't you take a seat behind Sophia and Little Miss Trip-Over-My-Own-Feet?" I snapped my head up once I realised Mr Fern was talking about me. If my clumsiness was a live man I would've kicked him, right where it hurts most. I managed to smile despite the heat that was growing on my cheeks.

Jake hesitated as his eyes switched from Sophia and me. He seemed to shove his hands even further within his jeans as he took naturally long strides towards the back of the classroom. Once again, his eyes locked on mine as he walked, showing no sign of emotion.

The smell of honey wafted to me as he became more further away from Mr Fern and more closer to me. I assumed it was coming from him. I could see him more clearly now; a small lip piercing dotted the corner of his mouth. Inside, I frowned. Piercings were something mother would definitely not approve of.

He's not going to meet her in the first place; you've already got a boyfriend, my conscience nagged.

Once he was directly beside me, he seemed like he was going to pause as his pace slowed dramatically. I smiled shyly, expecting some form of greeting in return. He blinked twice, took one of his hands out of his pocket and flipped me off. My mouth fell open as he curled his middle finger back in and clenched his fists as he retreated to his seat directly behind me.

What was this douche's problem? He had managed to make an extremely rude gesture at me within the first five minutes we had made eye contact. Was that even possible?

I looked around quickly to see if Sophia, Mr Fern or anyone had noticed, but they all had their heads bowed, stuck into writing their poems. My grip around my pen tightened as I heard Jake's chair clunk as he tucked in his chair.

"Calm down," I muttered to myself quietly, pulling my waved hair over my shoulder so it hung limp over my chest.

I spent the rest of the lesson attempting to write as effectively as I could, yet each time I heard the scrawl of the bad-tempered boy's pen, or the fidgeting of his seat, or his goddamn loud breathing, I had to bottle up the urge to demand what his problem with me was. I planned to confront him maturely - okay, maybe add a slap or two - as soon as the period was over.

Mother had taught me to always make sure every man treats you with respect. Sure, I didn't always abide her rules — like the specific no boyfriend until you're at least eighteen one or the and no sex till marriage one, but I took a few of her life lessons seriously, including this one. And Jake was definitely not going to get away with it.

The hour drawled by ever so slowly. With every minute, writing something metaphorical let alone inspiring seemed more and more impossible. Sophia had been the first to finish her poem but Mr Fern told her that calling her teachers "hunks" wasn't exactly what he was looking for. She returned to her seat with her brows furrowed, unsure of what she did wrong.

Jace turned out to be the first one that did the task properly so Sophia ended up glaring at him as he chewed down the chocolate bar.

The last minute came around and I began to pack up my equipment early so I could get to Jake quickly. I prepared what I was going to say in my head, trying to calm myself when the image of him flipping me off arose.

Three, two, one

At the precise time the chiming bell rang to signal the end of class, I spun around to find Jake already out of his seat, walking so fast out the door with his things that I didn't have time to process his absence.

"Fuck," I cursed. I squealed in surprise and covered my mouth in shock of my swearing. Thank God — I mean, gosh — mother wasn't here to hear that.

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