Excitement

eleven

"I knew that dead rat by the trashcan looked familiar," I heard him laugh from down the hall.

"Ahh yes more rat jokes, you're on a roll today, styles," I spoke in annoyance giving him a thumbs up, without turning around to look at him.

"I guess you just inspire me," he spoke from beside me.

"That's not what you were saying after you fell on your ass in gym today."

"Funny.''

"Yeah, aren't rats just hilarious?" I smiled up at him, satisfied with myself for turning his little insult back at him.

"You know, I'm starting to see why Jake is into you."

"Okay." I mumbled, pushing on the heavy door, causing the wind from outside to whoosh towards me.

"Are you blushing?" judging by the tone of his voice he wanted to laugh. "Girls." he huffed.

"Hey, watch yourself."

"What are you going to do, fight me?" He taunted with a snicker.

"I might."

"Ooh feisty, I like that." The wink he gave me afterwards made me feel highly uncomfortable, yet slightly amused at the same time.

"Don't push it."

"Don't push it," he mocked.

So childish.

"Stop harassing me or i'll tell Jake to punch you in the face."

"Uh huh, well...speaking of Jake," he teased. "have you seen him around recently?"

"No, and even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

"Aren't you helpful."

"You two have a date or something?" I looked forward, crossing my arms over my chest after the gust of cool air came at me, nearly making me loose balance.

"Maybe." he chuckled pulling a cigarette out from the pocket of his jeans and lighting it with his electric green lighter.

Just casually smoking in front of the school, nothing to see here.

"Hey, you want to go somewhere?" glancing at his watch, he suggested.

"Not with you."

"C'mon don't be a square, take a risk," He exhaled, letting the smoke blow away with the wind.

Gross.

"Mmm, no thanks."

"I promise I won't try anything."

Yeah, sure.

He flashed me a smile as if that would actually change my mind.

"I didn't say you were going to try anything." My eyes narrowed.

''But you were thinking it.'' he said with a grin, gesturing between his head and my head before mimicking an explosion, as if he had just read my mind.

"You-"

"Great, lets go." he coughed letting the cigarette fall the the ground before stepping on it, walking past me, going between the few cars in the parkway, and hopping in a dusty red truck.

Am I really trusting this buffoon or are those smoke fumes messing with my thoughts?

I shrugged, following his footsteps and jumping into the tall vehicle, but when I tried to close the door behind me it felt more like I was trying to yank a rope from the grip of a fucking alligator.