Aphrodite's POV.
A few days after that, I walked into algebra and sat down at a desk. I pulled out the packet and began working on the 36th problem that he had already begun, when he stalked into the classroom.
"Hey gorgeous," he flicked a teasing smile at me as he sat down beside my chair. "Whatcha working on?"
"36," I replied, "you didn't finish it."
"Yeah I know, the bell rang as I started it." I have him a small nod of my head, focusing on the problem.
"So," he began slowly, "is there any chance I could get your number?"
I looked at him. "No," I replied simply, then turned my attention quickly back to my problem.
"I thought you might say that..." he replied cocking an eye brow. "Here, you do some of this it's hard," I whined, shoving it toward him. Subject change.
"Uhhg," he groaned. I smiled in satisfaction as he grumpily picked up a pencil. I folded my arms on the desk and laid my head across my elbows as I watched him write.
He scribbled something down on the back of the paper and pushed it back to me. I rolled my eyes and read it.
'I'm not doing anything until I get your number' it read. "I guess we're gonna fail this then, aren't we?" I smirked.
He furrowed his eye brows in frustration. "Aphrodite Moore, you will I will get your number if it kills me."
"oh, but who will plan your funeral? It certainly won't be me." I replied.
"We'll see about that!" he exclaimed and wrapped his hands around my torso. I started laughing loudly as his fingers dug into my sides. "Stop! Brandon!" I yelled, giggling uncontrollably.
"Are you two almost done? Or would you like to continue distracting my class in detention?" I heard a low voice boom from the front of the classroom.
I felt all the blood in my face rush to my cheeks as Brandon's strong hands slid down my sides. I hurriedly grabbed the pencil and began working on the next question, blushing furiously as Brandon studied me with an amused smile on his face, looking utterly unfazed.
Less than a minute later, the bell rang and I stood to gather my things. But today instead of leaving right away like he usually did, Brandon stayed in his seat. I looked over at him suspiciously as I slowly placed a folder in my bag.
"What're you doing?"
"You look really cute when you blush." he said seriously, his eyed burning a hole in my memory.
I ignored the feelings i suddenly had and rolled my eyes.
"Whatever," i muttered, and turned to walk away.
He chuckled from behind me, the sound getting closer as i heard him stand up from his chair.
The rest of the students had filed out and now the teacher was leaving to go on his prep.
Mr. H didn't seem to notice us as he gathered a few folders and walked out of the room, leaving me alone with Brandon.
Before i could get out of there, i felt rough, muscled hands on either side of my waist. They gripped me sternly, but softly as they held me in place.
My eyes widened and i quietly gasped as i heard the soft hum of his breathing right beside my ear.
"And your even cuter when your scared..."
His breath wafted over my ear, his words swirling around inside my head.
I gasped again as he moved closer, if that were possible, and matched our middles perfectly. I felt the smooth, curved outline of his abs through the back of my shirt as he pressed closer into me.
"Wh- what the h-hell are you..."
I wasn't able to finish my question before his fingers crawled up my sides, their traces leaving little streaks of bursting sparks as his hands slid over to the front of my stomach, inching their way up.
Okay, what the fuck is he doing.
