English Class

8 - (What the hell?)

I straighten up myself, dangling my feet down the bed. The moment my feet touch the ground, a tingling sensations rushes over them.

"Great!" I sarcastically groan. To my luck, the door is unlocked - I don't have to get it. "Come in." I yell. It's either Jazz or Louis.

The door opens and walks in the last person I expected to be here, right now. My eyes dart to the figure's black tshirt, muscular arms and his pushed up quiff.

"Alex." My heart flies in happiness at his soft tone. He walks over, closing the gap between us, then wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me up to face him.

I wrap my thin arms around his neck, inhaling his familiar scent. "I missed you a lot." It's been only two days but I can't help it. With a quick kiss on his cheek, I tighten my grip around him.

He chuckles. "you got me worried last night," he pulls back gently, his eyes into mine.

Distracted from his words, I wince, "put me down on the bed."

He obeys, as if it's an order, aware not to crash me as if I'm a fragile glass. "What's wrong?" he sits next to me, concerned.

"Prickling!" one-word answer is all I reply with. He nods, understanding. It's been a normal 'thing' since grade four when I fell during the basket tournament, it's my favorite sport after all. That's the day I met David.

Everything happens for a reason..

Silence fills the room for a minute or so, till David breaks it. "Yesterday you called me but when I answered, all I heard was snoring.." he trails off.

"Yeah!" I laugh. "I guess I slept waiting for you to pick up." I smile, nuzzling into his neck, my arms around his torso.

His left arm snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I have a surprise for you," he smirks.

I look up at him, our faces inches away from eachother. I lean in, feeling his hot breath as it tickles me.

Before any movements or words said, the door handle jingles and Jazz steps through the door. She looks at us, her mouth forms a circle. I'm frozen, what should I do?

I push myself off of David and stand up. My feet aren't paralyzed, which I'm grateful about.

"What the heck?" she asks, crossing her arms. I guess that's her 'sentence' when she's into a dramatically scene. "Who are you?" she stares at David sternly.

David grins, showing off his dimples as he stands up. He walks to the door, completely ignoring Jazz as he leaves the room. One of the top ten habits of his - he likes to avoid drama. I wish I could be like him one day.

He's left me with a speechless Jazz.