Do Not Judge A Book By Its Cover

chapter2: Kyle/ Loosening up

"It brings out the color of his eyes." a short girl with horn-rimmed glasses whispered audibly to her friend, the fingers of one hand wiggling close to her face and the other hand gesturing towards my faded blue jeans.

"I don't know, man," the tall, thin one countered, uncertainty in her critical tone, "A plain white tee-shirt?"

"Don't you get it?" her voice had become more shrill, "He's so hot, it doesn't matter what he wears- chic dressing is for people who aren't sexy enough naturally. He's like a blonde, blue-eyed Adam Levine.... minus a few tattoos... plus a lot more ego-"

"Wait! how do you know he's got tattoos?"

"I just... know." her voice became dreamy.

Nerds.

Having headphones plugged in your ears, no music playing is probably a bad idea. I did not want to hear any of this fangirl shit.

My hands digging deeper in my pockets, I let out a deep breath. My shoulders lifted in the process and the shirt tightened around the chest area.
I felt aware of the eyes of every girl in the school hallway on me. The looks ranged from shy, stealing glances to desperate, lustful, searing gazes at my hair, eyes, lips, chest and even my crotch. As much as I wanted to return the favor to a blessed few of them, I forced my eyes to the ground before me as I lazily approached my locker.
And by the time I got there, I felt like a pastry chef's greatest accomplishment on display for kids. I began stacking the books, slowly and lazily, enjoying the stares.

I didn't mind being a vanilla miracle. 
 
When I believed the girls had enjoyed enough, I slammed my locker shut. As I was turning, I almost crashed into a tall blond.

With her hands on her hips, she stared at me with her blue-green eyes and a secretive smirk on her face. She seemed to be expecting me.

"Hey, Kyle, long time no..." she paused while her elevator eyes feasted on me and added slowly, "see."

With her smirk and posture, she seemed... familiar. Definitely a hook-up from some party or the other, judging by her cockiness. Usually, girls did not have the audacity to approach me first, no matter how hot they were. She might've gotten lucky once to be standing this close to me.

After putting much thought into it, "Clara." I greeted as impassively as possible.

"Claire." she corrected with a frown.

"Whatever." If she'd been good in bed, I might have remembered her name. Soon enough, the frown disappeared and was replaced with the smirk again.

"You seem tensed, darling. Let me loosen you up. We have, like 15 minutes before class. I can get a lot done till then." She drawled as she held her watch-enclosed wrist close to my eyes.

Hm. I eyed her closely. Everything from her round, full curves to the long, white fingers of her hand screamed seduction at me. It was no wonder I'd pinned her down once.

I looked around. Thankfully, there were no teachers around.
"Hm..." I hummed out loud as I closed the gap between us, our bodies almost touching. I brought my lips close to hers and smelled something beside her strong perfume. Seemed like she had a smoke just now. Her lips twitched visibly due to the close proximity.

"Let's see what you can do..." I whispered as meaningfully as I could, "Fuçk off."

My lips brushed against hers at the "O".

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