Roses for Charlotte

Chapter Two: what?

In the middle of Mr. Jacob's class.... my brother's class, a very familiar handsome boy walked in, his hair a little more messy than before. Dustin hands my brother a note then looks over at me I try to divert my gaze but it was so hard to look away from those green eyes of his.
"Well Mr.langdon the only open seat is beside Charlotte over there"  my brother points to my direction
I groan after hearing my name, of course he would sit the boy I smacked and embarrassed myself with, right next to me.
"Charlotte this is Dustin he'll be your new lab partner" my brother states leading him to stand right in front of the table
I look up at the boy standing in front of me and smile awkwardly as if he'd smack me back for the hardy slap across his cheek earlier.
"Hello again dustin" I say softly barely above a whisper of course my voice would go quiet he's intimidating. My brother raises his brow looking between me and Dustin with a nod, I roll my eyes and look away.
Dustin nods and sits beside me as my brother walks back to his desk  "is that how you always greet others?" Dustin asks in a low tone.
I didn't expect him to speak, my body jolted at the sound of him speaking causing me to almost flip the table. "uhm what?" I ask not hearing him the first time.
"Smacking them in the face. Is that how you greet someone?" He chuckles weaving his hand through his black hair that curls perfectly around his fingers.
"No, not normally you just happened to come on a special day" I grin at my attempt at a joke attempting to hide the blush that heated my cheeks.
Dustin made a soft noise that could be considered a laugh as he leans against the table "so you've got jokes? Nice to know" I could feel his eyes staring holes into the side of my face, I kept resisting the urge to turn and meet them my body was pulling towards him like a magnet and I couldn't explain it.
"Is that a bad thing? To be funny?" I ask keeping my voice low and my eyes forward. Just because my brother was the teacher doesn't mean he wouldn't punish me like the other students. I smile and glance at him "maybe you could learn a thing or two from me"
I could feel him move closer to my ear his breath sending chills over the exposed skin of my neck "I doubt it" he says pulling away and facing forward. what had he meant by that? My eyes travel to his outfit, dark grey faded jeans that fit him perfectly around the hips, a black and white tye dye band shirt glowing blue font in a name I didn't recognize,rings lined up on his left thumb middle and ring fingers his fingers dragged along the golden chain on his neck. As I looked up to his face he was staring directly at me his lips curved into a smirk I gasped and looked away hiding my eyes in the palm of my hands. He'd just caught me checking him out oh this was not happening to me.
I shake my head and beg for the bell to ring my foot taps against the floor my eyes never leaving my papers when my brother speaks I write it down I could feel the heated gaze from Dustin my hands were starting to shake.
God if I have to stay in this class one more moment I think I might burst.
Finally aloud ring sounds throughout the room I breathe out a sigh of relief shoving my book and binder into my bag quickly I hurry towards the door "hold it right there riot" my brother says from behind me I freeze with a sigh and turn around with a tight lipped grin "yes, Mr. Jacobs?" I ask through gritted teeth Dustin leans against his desk but I completely ignore him my eyes training on my brother as I walk over. he holds out the schedule that Dustin has given him "seems you have the next class with mr. Langdon as well lead him to his locker then show him the way  will you?" He smirks knowing he was irritating me with this request I roll my eyes "andy this really isn't time for one of your games I've got to get to class" I fold my arms over my chest and he nods in understanding "yes, I know but I'm sure Mrs.king wouldn't mind you being a few minutes late since you were helping out a fellow student" he placed his hand on Dustin's shoulder in a small back pat gesturing towards me, I groan and wave him on walking out the classroom quickly. I stare down at the page looking at his locker number then his classes I stop and pull my brows together shocked by the sight. He has every class with me? Is this a cruel trick for this morning? I spin to look at him studying his face he looks at me as if I'd just asked him an out of the blue question. I sigh and turn back around leading him to the locker I place my hand on it and look at him "this one is yours, combination is 12-8-16" I move my hand and allow him to get inside it I looked at him again questioningly "how did you end up with all the same classes as me? Are you punishing me for this morning?" I ask looking at his expression waiting for an answer.
"What?"