Pretty Boy

Chapter Two

Jesse's POV

Next class was with Ms. Smith, which i had with my girlfriend Brooke. I was kind of dreading it, since I didn't really know if I liked guys or girls. I've been forcing myself not to think of guys as hot or anything I like that, but I just cant get Calebout of my head. I didn't know what's with it! I hate him; he's a jerk and I can do better. I have done better. I have Brooke, er, don't I? I sat down in one seat, Brooke sitting beside me. She smiled at me. I was really lucky, scoring a girl like her. I didn't know what was going on with me. You like girls, Jesse, I assured myself. I smiled back at her, leaning to get a peck from he rsoft lips. Of course, I didn't feel anything. It was like an automatic reaction to seeing her.

"So, we have this class and eighth hour together? Also lunch,"I asked, and she nodded, pouting a little bit.

"It's sad that I wont see you again until fifth hour, then eighth hour. But we'll make it work," she smiled softly. I nodded, sitting down in my seat again. She leaned over the side of her's kissing my cheek. I blushed slightly; some people were staring.

"uh, um..." I stammered, trying to think of something to say, "I'll save you and your friends a table." She nodded, giggling playfully. I bit my lip, which she found incredibly sexy for some reason. I looked up when Ms. Smith came in, pulling out my social studies notebook. Yes, I did have a notebook for every class. she glanced at all of us, her dark gray and black hair cut short like always to stop at her jawline. It came out in soft spikes that curved gently over her ears and skull. Her dark brown eyes looked over all of us, her short skinny figure ridged and plain, "Class, I will expect only the best of you. For this subject we'll be having this year, you will need a partner. Your assignment is to read chapter on, lesson one, page 13 in the book for this class period. Afterwardsyou shall work on your own terms in class to make a poster and report on how the great Roman empire was established. Get to work, no talking off topic and no goofing off."

I grouned, but everyone else mumbled "yes'. They were obviously excited. I was hoping to get paired with Brooke, but one of her friends, Karin, already called her, guiding her off to work who knows where. All the "nerds" were grabbed by the jocks so they could all get good grades, so I lucked out on picking a friend. I bit my lip again, looking around. All the atheltic people had simply picked thier friends or random people, so that left me with...

'Hello again, Jesse" Caleb giggled, "You just want to get paired up with me, don't you?"

"Honestly, I'd rather get ran over by a truck a million times then have hot lava poured on my remains," I said in all seriousness. Caleb only laughed, whacking me painfully on the back. I bit down on my tongue keep from yelping.

"You're so funny" he laughed. I eyed him. Last hour he was bullying me; what changed?

"It seems like we habe all our classes together"

"Wooh" I mumbled. I had already looked at the list last year. We were together in all our classes, which would only make this year suck.

"Lets just get to work..."

caleb nodded, "okay, um, I'll read a paragraph, you read a paragraph."

"fine, whatever, I honestly don't care," I muttered, sitting down on the floorlike everyone did in elementaey school. He sat beside me, holding the text book. I smirked, "I forgot to get mine, I'll go get--"

"No! It's fine," he said quickly, grabbing my wrist. I looked at him, a little surprised. He pulled me down again, scooting closer so that we were touching. He pushed the text book onto both of our laps, flipping through the pages to page 13.i hid my facein my arms, trying not to blush, but of course my face was as red as a tomato.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," I lied. He smirked.

"Someone's crushing, I see?" he purred. I glared at him, pulling away my arm.

"No! You're an arrogant fool. I'm going to hate this project," I lied again. I was on a lying rampage. He stared at me for a moment, then looked down at the text book, scooting even closer, if possible, to me. Our arms touched and he crossed his leg over mine. I glared at him more, biting my tongue to keep from saying something stupid. He grabbed my hand, hiding it under the text book. I pulled away, but he pressed on, a sly smile on his face. He leaned his head on my shoulder and I blew it.

"What's wrong?" Caleb whispered. I ripped my hand away quickly, scrambling to sit a foot away from him, then stood. He bit hislip and I shook my head to clear the entering thought; He's so adorable whenhe does that. No, no; I like girls. I'm straight. I nodded to myself a little bit.

"I'm just going to get my own text book. Don't even," I warned, walking over to my desk. I pulled out my own text book, but when I returned, he had his head down, his shaggy blonde hair in his eyes and face. His hands were clenched in fists ontop of his text book.. I stared down at him.

"Wh-what's wrong?"

He looked up at me, his eyes wide with tears in them. I bit down on my tongue again,feeling a blush creep up on my cheeks.

"Why doesn't anyone....like me?" he whispered, pure innocence. I rolled my eyes; it was all an act. Everyone liked him, well, except me, but I wasn't really even sure on that one. I shoved him overslightl, sitting down withmy own text book. I glared at him slightly." No one does..."

:I've said it before; you're an arrogant jerk who thinks he can get his way all the time. Now wehave to read if we're going to even get a decent grade on this project," I eyed him. he burried his head into my shoulder, and I flinched. "Your attitude has completely changed since last hour. You're so fake." he didn't hide hishurt, his face crumpled. i expected him to be angry with me, to hit me. That was the usual deal with him. I shook my head as the bell rang; a total waste of time. He was a waste of time. We didn't even get to read anything. I turned my back to him, walking towards Brooke, who smiled at me, same as always.

"Everything alright? Sorry you got paired with Caleb Clark," Brooke whispered.

"I'm fine; he's an alright guy, actually. The project will be an easy A," I lied. Little white lies, maybe they would turn darker?