Feelings

Work Needs to Be Done

I look down at my desk, noticing she's already handed out a paper with all the information on the project. She seems to also have written out all the information on the board.

"Students, for the rest of the class today you will be working with your partner to start the basics of writing your song. Whoever you are seated next to will be your partner,"

"Excuseeee Meeee!" A high pitched voice yells from another table.

"Yes, Jade," The girl is wearing a white tube top and high wasted shorts. couldn't get any sluttier

"Can I pretty please work with John? We have the best compatibility..." she winks at him and twirls her hair around her finger. Her piercing green eyes are staring at John.

John barges in "I'm fine working with Bella, Mrs.Langford," I look up at him and he gives me what looks like a real smile. My stomach flutters as I feel my cheeks redden. Even his do... I feel like the temperature of the room has raised a good amount and we stare at each other for a moment. I notice his blue green eyes are twinkling.

"Jade just stay with Lyla, you'll be fine." Mrs.Langford states calmly. I am reassured by her response to Jade, but she's giving me the most dirtiest look. Ever. Her red face matches her curly red hair as she turns around and pouts. She looks over to the other group and whispers. I presume it has to do with me. I can't help but notice a boy with chocolate brown hair and almost jet-black eyes staring at me. He's wearing his varsity football jacket and a white t-shirt which shoes off his abs through it. He winks at me and I feel heat in my cheeks. I hear discussion going on and snap out of my gaze. I turn to John who's looking at me angrily. His face is red and he's rubbing his hands back and forth against his pants.

"Are we actually gonna to work or what?" he snaps. He gives me this look as if I'm taking to long to answer. I've had it with him!

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are talking to me like that!"
He has no right to give me an attitude for something so unnecessary! I see the anger in his blue green eyes and I feel my heart beating faster by the second. He scoots closer to me to analyze my face. He looks for about a good thirty seconds, his face softening slightly. He looks back into my eyes and is angry again.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer,"

"You think I want a picture of you?" he laughs.

"I don't know you stared at me for no reason for a good amount of time,"

"Okay and?"

"I'm sick of this let's just get to work," He rolls his eyes then nods. How dare he! He picks up my pencil and writes our names on the handout given to us.

"So, how are we compatible?" I ask.

"We're not,"

"I guess we have a lot of work to do then, don't we?"

"Mhm..." I swear he does that every time anyone talks to him. We sit and try to brainstorm for what feels like forever. By the time the bell rings we have absolutely nothing done. This class will be so difficult..