"Hi."
I turned around to the direction of the voice behind me. First day of school, and I don't know a single person in my Precalc class. The boy the voice is coming from is a pale boy with green eyes and messy dark & curly hair on his head.
"Yes?" I sound more irritated than I mean to.
"What's your name?" He asks.
"Anya." I respond, matter-of-factly.
"You're pretty hot," He pauses and his eyes leave my face for a second. "Anya."
My face heats up. "Thanks." And I turn back around.
He's cute. Definitely an asshole. I want no part.
The teacher hands out our syllabus and begins going over it. Sine, cosine, tangent...
"Anya," A sharp whisper.
"Yes?" I try to keep the irritation out of my voice.
"Don't you want to know my name?" He sounds humored. I bite my bottom lip to avoid smiling and turn around.
"Sure, give it to me."
His smile falters and he chuckles, than smirks.
"Hm," His eyebrows knit together mischievously. "But Timotheé."
I nod my head. "Okay." And turn back around. Feeling his presence behind me, I feel like laughing, thinking about his mannerisms.
The bell rings, and I grab my stuff.
"Hey, Anya." He walks up behind me, and I pause, feeling his warmth so close to me.
"Yes?" I clear my throat and stand up, turning around. When I do, I am no more than two inches from him, and I look up at him.
"Can I walk you to your next class?" He asks quietly.
"Why are you speaking so quietly?" I try to laugh, or anything to break the dreadful tension between us, but I can't bring myself to.
"Why are you blushing?" He gives me a small smile. Him saying this only makes my face warmer, and I turn around & dramatically pick my phone up off my desk.
"Yes, you can," I roll my neck to crack it. "I have Chemistry."
I push past him gently in an attempt to get contact, and I feel my ass brush against his body. Good on you, Anya.
In the hallway, we walk side by side.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asks. I look up at him, dumbfounded. What kind of question is that when I just met him in the last class period?
I open my mouth to speak but I already know I will stutter, so I look away and swallow.
"No." I answer.
"Why is that?"
I laugh. "I don't know why guys don't like me."
"Me neither." I can feel him avert his eyes and he says no more of it.
"Where do you live?" I force myself to ask.
"Ponderosa. Where do you live?" He reciprocates.
"Asheford."
"Don't know where that is." This could go somewhere if he doesn't think I'm ugly.
"Do you drive home?"
"No, unfortunately." I roll my neck again.
"Okay, well meet me at the bottom of B-Hall stares at the end of the day, and I'll drive you." He turns around, winks at me, and walks away.
Wow. I smile to myself, feeling overly giddy and finish the walk to my Chemistry class.
The rest of the day goes by painfully slow, and I don't see him again until the end of the day, when I see him standing at the bottom of the B-Hall stares, looking like a green bean.
"Hi." I say breathlessly. You have exposed yourself.
"Let's go then, yeah?" He starts to walk and I walk by his side. The hallway is really crowded, I don't want to get separated from him, so I nonchalantly wrap my arms around his left arm. He doesn't make a move to look at me, for which I am grateful. I look up at him. He has a lovely face.
A delicate mouth, smooth skin, long eyelashes, dark green eyes, and curly dark brown hair that falls around his face perfectly. He looks like art. I avert my gaze. Once we get to the lobby, people space out, so I reluctantly let go of his arm. Don't be fucking stupid, Anya. I roll my eyes at myself.
It's a gorgeous & sunny day, and I am relishing the sun on my cold nose when my best friend comes running up behind me and yanks me back by my backpack. I make a choking sound and irritation rises in my throat.
"Anya!" She cries out.
"Avery..." I look at her and up at Timotheé. He looks down at her and then away.
"Who is this?" She smiles a dazzling smile. Oh no. "Who are you?" She chirps.
"Timotheé," He replies with an air of indifference.
"I met him in precalc," I inform her. "And he's driving me home. I'll see you soon, though, right?"
Avery looks taken aback, but nods and turns on her heels to run away.
"Who is that?" Timotheé asks.
"My friend Avery."
We soon approach his car, and I walk to the other side, open the door, climb in, and toss my backpack in the back seat. Cars always make me feel so much sexual tension, and now I'm in one, with one of the hottest guys I've seen in my entire life.
Once he gets in, he turns the AC on and looks at me, smirking. My stomach turns.
"Hey." He says.
"Uh," I inwardly scold myself for blushing. "Hi." I turn back towards the front and hope he starts the car. To my relief, he does, and we start to drive.
"Did you just switch here this year?" I ask. Without looking at me, he responds.
"Yeah, I got into a little bit of trouble where I come from."
I decide not to ask about it, and nod. He looks down at my legs.
"I like your pants." He bites his bottom lip and hooks his finger under one of the holes than removes it.
"Thanks." I run my fingers over the exposed skin and then cross my hands.
"What are you doing tonight?" He asks.
"Nothing, why?"
"Me and a couple of my friends are hanging out tonight. Going to drink and probably smoke a bit; watch some movies, hang out. Maybe you want to come, make some friends." He shrugs and stares at me. I try not to look at him.
"Okay." I agree.
"Really?" He sounds surprised.
"Yeah, of course." I smile. We keep driving and soon we pull into our neighborhood.
"Can I bring Avery?" I ask hesitantly.
"Whose that?"
"My friend."
"Oh, sure, I don't care," He pulls out his phone. "Let me get your number though."
I put my contact in his phone, under my name, and hand him back his phone.
"Dope," He focuses back on the road. "Which house is yours?"
"Keep driving." I say quietly. "Stop!" I exclaim once I see my house. He obliges, and I purposefully bend over the center console to get my backpack from the back seat. Once I get my backpack, I look at him, lick my bottom lip, and get out of the car.
