What We Wanted...

CHAPTER 3

I was walking to my locker when I felt like I was being watched. I slowly turn around and find Lyndon staring at me. I smirk in his direction as he just roll his eyes

When I finally reach my locker, I get the books I need for my morning period and close my locker.

When I turn around I almost shit my pants at the sight of Lyndon just standing there staring at me.

"Holy shit Lyndon what the fuck." I scream.

"I just wanted to return your pen." He shrugs.

"You had it the whole weekend why didn't you just keep it. And plus after you little outburst I thought you hated me or some shit." I say.

"Umm, about that. I'm sorry about that, I just wasn't in the right mood..." He says scratching the back of his neck.

"I'll forgive you only because I need someone to sit with at lunch, when Ty and Zoe are dry humping." I stretch my hand out to receive the pen.

"I knew you'd come around, no one can resits this." He smirks while his eyes rake over my body.

"Its seems you can't resist this either." I smirk as his eyes snap back to mine.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." He shrugs.

The bell rings signaling first period. I quickly grab my bag and start making my way towards my first class. When I feel a presence behind me.

"Umm, what are you doing?" I ask hesitantly.

"My class is in this direction." He shrugs.

"Okay..."

"You know what, I've been thinking. Alexiana is such a long name, I think I'm gonna give you a nickname, to start our new friendship." He smiles.

"Its nice to know you've been thinking about me." I joke.

"Sure...I was thinking Gold." He suggest.

My stomach had some sort of reaction to his cute nickname. And I kinda liked it, but of course I would never tell him that.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I shrug, acting like I didn't care.

But in all honesty I did. I smile at him as I enter my class he smiles back at me, and I see him turning around and walking in the other direction.

I thought his class was in this direction?

***

And before I knew it I was already walking to AP chemistry. As I walk through the door, my eyes focus on the ground.

I didn't know why but I didn't want to look Lyndon in the eyes. Maybe it was because of the long ass day I had, but for some odd reason I missed him at lunch

I slump down in my seat and put my head on the desk. The only sign that shows he was there was the sweet scent to his pinewood cologne.

The class slowly drawls on, and I notice that today he wasn't kicking my seat or asking me for another pen. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I slightly face in his direction.

He didn't even look at me, he just kept his gaze on his notebook. My eyes slowly trailed down his arm, when I notice the cuts and bruises on his knuckles.

He catches me staring and looks me directly in my eyes, his eyes were a darker shade of grey not the normal smokey grey. The were dark and they looked dangerous.

He must be upset, and considering we just became friends today I didn't want to make him more angry.

After sometime I tear my gaze from his and focus back on my work.