Brandon's POV.
Did she have to act so frickin' dumbfounded? Its not like ive never done WORK before! Bitch thinks I'm a lazy ass.
She leant over to check what I had been working on, and her hair brushes against my knuckle, her breasts pushed up against the edge of the table.
I watched her with confusion, trying to sort out my mixed emotions as her eyes scanned my messy handwriting.
Her finger with a blue painted nail landed on one of the problems.
"Thats supposed to be 67, not 62." she said quietly.
"Oh, right." I felt stupid that id let her catch such a simple mistake. I frowned as she erased the problem and slid the paper toward her slightly, replacing the numbers.
"What?" she looked up at me suddenly and I realized that I had been staring at her. "Nothing," I muttered gruffly. She shrugged and looked back down at the page and continued working.
All too soon the bell rang and she stood up, lightly pushing the packet into a folder then placing it in her back pack.
"Cool bag," I said, nodding to her corduroy messenger bag. "Thanks," she mumbled, then slung it lazily over her shoulder and walked out.
What am I doing wrong? Oh, right. One second I'm angry that shes so freaking pretty i wanna like her, then i decide I'm making a move, then back out. Maybe she noticed my conflicting thoughts. Thats not good....
Ross met me outside the door and we walked down the hall together, and there she was.
She dialed her locker and swung it open. "Dude," I nudged him as he eyed some chick in a short skirt.
"That's her, that's Aphrodite." he looked her way.
"She is kinda hot." he grinned. My fingers twitched and i had to hold them back from strangling his fatass neck. Whoah, where did that come from?
He noticed my jaw clench and rose an eyebrow. Okay, I'm done playing around.
I met his gaze and spat out,
"Dibs."
