Chosen

Chapter Two - The Iced Coffee Incident

|| Capella ||

I stumble into AP Chemistry. Gosh, I'm such a klutz! I make my way to where Casper is sitting, but release an audible gasp when I see that the spot next to him is already taken. He's sitting next to Janette! The meanest girl in Mockingjayville High! Why would she even think about sitting with him? I think angrily, when I realise that Casper had changed over the break. A lot.

Before the break, Casper was an adorable but dorky boy with a slender frame and an inability to grow facial hair. Now, he is a man. The months he spent ploughing the fields in his family's farms in Thailand had tanned his skin a beautiful warm, golden beige. The colour of freshly-cooked McNuggets. Puberty has struck him, and he'd grown at least eight inches in height. His hair had gotten thicker and darker, and is now tied back in a man bun. But the most noticeable change of all was that he had gotten considerably more muscular. I shake these thoughts from my head, thinking, I have to get a seat. I glance back at Casper, and he gives me an apologetic shrug.

I collapse into an empty chair and dump my bag beside the table. No lab partner beside me yet. I'm not the only one who came late! Suddenly, the sound of a motorbike's engine fills my ears. Seconds later, a tall figure fills up the doorframe. It steps inside, and I almost fall off my seat. He is gorgeous.

My eyes drink in his beautiful frame. He was dressed head to toe in black leather, but he also wasn't dressed that much because he was shirtless. I counted his abs - one, three, three, five, six, eight! That's a lot ! That's more than seven! And his eyes - oh they were glorious! They were a sumptuous shade of green (no one else in this town has green eyes - maybe he's not from around here!) - the colour of a hybrid apple. Mmm, my stomach starts to rumble as I remember that I haven't had breakfast yet.

He saunters over to my desk. "Is this seat taken?" he says in a sexy, moany, raspy voice. "Y-yes," I manage to stutter. "I mean, no, it's not taken. Please sit down. I mean, if you want..." He smirks and takes a seat. I look back at him and his shirt is on now! That's cool...

The minutes fly by and suddenly the bell for second period rings! AP Chemistry was too easy! I answered every question! I check my timetable - AP Calculus next! Oh good, I share this class with Casper! I hurriedly make my way to the classroom. As I enter, I sigh. Janette is sitting next to him again! Argh, what a hoe.

I sadly walk towards an empty desk. As I pass her, Janette sidles up to Casper and leans in to whisper something. I roll my eyes in disgust. Just then, I trip over nothing, and knock Casper's iced coffee all over his crisp white shirt! "Omg Casper, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz!" I cry out. "It's okay, Ella," he replies. "I've got this."

He immediately reaches down and pulls his sopping shirt over his gorgeous head! My eyes fixate on the washboard abs he now possesses. I count them - one, three, three, six, four, seven, nine! That's one more than that hot guy from Chemistry! The iced coffee had seeped through his shirt, and accentuated the muscles on his torso. I look him up and down. According to my calculations, he has a shoulder to waist ratio of 3:1.

I gasp.
Janette sighs.
My teacher yells. "CASPER TAN! THAT IS UTTERLY INAPPROPRIATE! PUT YOUR SHIRT ON RIGHT NOW! DETENTION FOR YOU!"

I exhale. With my BFF in detention, I will have to spend lunch all by myself. This is going to be a long day.