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Go To Gym, Evil Boy

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(Thursday)
"Alex, Alex, Alex!" I wave my hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention. We are in art class, learning about Van Goghs influence and outlook on art. To me, it was a little boring, but at least I was paying attention. Alex on the other hand, well, the only attention she had was locked on James. We sat in pairs. Alex was the only person without a partner, so I got to be the lucky lady. I nudged her thigh with mine. Still nothing. I smirked, she was falling hard for James. I smacked her cheek.

"OW!"
Everyone looked back at our table. I felt awkward with 20 other sets of eyes on me. I could feel my face heat up, but that was because a certain pair of sea blue eyes where staring right at me.
"Ahh, Miss. Alex Rodriguez... Did you just interrupt my class?" Our art teacher, a beautiful mid thirty year old was mad at Alex's interruption.
"Yes I did, by accident. See I uh... Ha ha... Well I?"

"Spit it out dear." She crossed her arms.

Alex looked at me. "Well... I uh... I hit my knee on the desk leg... Yeah! That's what happened. Sorry, Mom, I'm clumsy."
Ms. Rodriguez huffed at her daughter.

"Are you sure that Dilan didn't try to beat her up?" His voice sent a flutter to my heart, and my face heat up, I bent my head and pretended I was really into my sketchbook.

"Jake, I know well enough that my daughter is clumsy enough to have hit her knee on a desk leg." She turned toward the slideshow. "Now as I was saying...."
Jake looked back at me with a smirk on those kissable lips.
"Evil." I mouthed at him.
He grinned and mouthed "Watch it, I'll beat you up."

"Jake! Keep your eyes on the presentation, thank you." He blushed.

"Uh... Uh... Yes ma'am."

I smiled and the bell rang. I adjusted my purse, put my sketchbook on my shelf and proceeded to walk out the door. Suddenly I felt a pull on my purse, making me halt in the middle of the hall. I turned around smiling, knowing it could only be one person.
"Evil boy, you better watch out."
He takes my books from my hands as we walk down the hall together. We turn a corner. He flashes a smile at me.
"Or what? Are you gonna beat me up too?"

"Be careful, or you'll get slapped."

He winces playfully, and puts his hand on the small of my back. "I guess I better watch out then, and tell everybody else that my girls' kickass."
My heart flutters, my cheeks turn the color of tomatoes. We come to a y in the halls.
"Go to gym, evil boy." I push him to the left side of the Y. He backpedals, winks at me and goes down toward his destination.

After art I had two study halls. I walk to my locker to replace my books with my lunch card. Alex saunters up to me.
"Hey."
"Hey gorgeous." We giggle.
"So we haven't talked much since Friday. Anything... Exciting?" She wiggles her eyebrows in a perverted way.
"Alex, no! Stuff happened at the party, I woke up at Jake's house, we made cookies and made out but nothing besides that!"

"Ooh! Get it girl!" She smiles at me.
Jake saunters up to us.
"Hello ladies." His body is glistening from a shower, I'm standing maybe two feet from him and I can smell his mouthwatering cologne and body wash.
"Jake." Alex narrows her eyes at him playfully.

"Can I steal Dilan now?" He looks from Alex to me and smiles.
"No way! Back off loser! I just got her!" She pulls me into her side and we walk down to the cafeteria with Jake on our heels. We giggle together and quicken our paces. But Jake is too fast. He reaches out and grabs me from behind, lifting me up off the ground. "Jake! Alex go save yourself!" I yell dramatically.
"No!" She looks at me, then runs down the hall to the cafeteria.

Jake sets me down, I turn in his arms that are never removed from around my petite body. He grins and leans into my face. He pecks my lips tenderly.
"Oh I've been waiting to do that all day."
I giggle at his silliness.
"Come on we gotta get to lunch." I wiggle out of his grip, take his hand and start pulling him to the doors. He pulls me in.
"But what if I want to be your lunch?" He wiggles his eyebrows in a playful and dirty way. I look back him.