My Precious Euphoria

5.

Here I am sorry!! Please forgive me for not updating yesterday but I'll explain at the end. But enjoy this chapter!

The song for this chapter is, "Talk" by Khalid

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Kia

We began class with an introduction of our teacher and her life and what she likes to do.

I like to listen to teachers stories, for some reason they always interest me. My teacher was telling a story about the day she found a cow in her front yard when the burning sensation of eyes on my face made me turn to my left.

And I was right. Eyes were looking at me. The eyes that I'm starting to fall into were looking at me. I scrunch my eyebrows at him letting a piece of a curl that I didn't even know I was twirling, down and looked at him back in confusion.

Why does he always stare at me? Was I that ugly? Oh no! Was there something on my face. With worry I start wiping my face like a maniac making him chuckle beside me. I stop my hasty hands from slapping my face and give him an annoyed look. More like a face of a duck trying to be mad.

"Now I want you guys to partner up with the person beside you and ask each other one thing no one knows about you. Ok go." My teacher says.

I turn to my partner. Emilio. I feel my heart pick up as I realize I'm about to have a one on one real conversation with Emilio, instead of a "hi" and "bye"or "hit" and "run" confrontation.

I can already sense my cheeks heating up and he turns his chair towards me. His face turns into a smirk, while I swallow my spit. Once again, this is bad...very bad.

"So. You wanna go first?" he asks me looking into my eyes, something he seems to often do that to me, or maybe I'm just being selfish and he does that to everyone. Either way the way he looks into my eyes make my inside squirm like a worm. I've never had a man stare at me the way he does. We only met on little encounters through out this day but I feel as if this wouldn't be the last time we talked or looked at each other like this.

I shift my head down suddenly feeling nervous again. "Umm ok.." I say as I peel the skin off my fingers. I look back at up at him but get lost by his flawless features.

His jaw is so perfectly connected that it makes all these other football players look like tiny boys. His hair is messy and beautiful with the curls that cover a little of his eyes. The sweet smell of his cologne smells stronger than earlier. He must of added more. But who the hell cares because it smelled amazing. I've never smelled this cologne before, it must be extremely rare. As I look at his face in more detail I notice an ear piercing on his right ear, just a simple diamond. It was beautiful. I've never thought guys with ear piercings were all that cute but he made it and exception, for me. He's the only guy who can wear them and still be hot as hell.

As I continue to stare at him a loud snap makes me jump in shock. I look around and realize the snapping noises were from him. Did I just get caught checking him out, by him himself? Kill me. End my suffering.

Why won't this day end. It's taking to damn long. Im afraid that if I stay in this building any longer around Emilio I might just keep embarrassing myself like the idiot I am.

"Hello are you gonna say something?" He says looking at me questioningly. I nod my head furiously still not saying anything, more like still embarrassing myself.

I try to think of something quick, something other than about my thoughts earlier at lunch. "Um well I'm in chorus...." I say trailing off thinking he might laugh at my love for music, or even tell me that it's lame and not fun, which would totally hurt my pride. I could take it from any other jerk and just give them fifty facts about how chorus was actually not lame and how it covers all four major academic subjects. With Emilio it would be different. I would feel embarrassed that he would think of me as lame. The thought of him laughing at me made me want to throw up. Someone as cute as him making fun of me would probably bring tears to my eyes and I hardly even know him.