Page 11 of Bad Kind of Love

“There you are.” She exhales, dragging us over to the lockers. “Where were you this morning? I looked around everywhere for you.”

“I didn’t get here until everyone was in class.” I groan. “Made a complete fucking fool of myself too.”

Her dark brows knit together. “Jesus, I thought my morning was going bad.” She shakes her head, making her auburn locks bounce. “What class did you walk into?”

“English.”

“Wait.” She cuts me off, pointing her index finger in front of my face. “English…with that new sexy as hell teacher?”

I should have known she knew about him already. “More like an asshole teacher.”

“He gave you shit for being late?”

“More like singled me out in class about being tardy. I also had Vicky Thompson and her skank ass friend bad mouthing me.” The moment Vicky’s name escaped my mouth, Josie’s jaw dropped.

“Vicky Thompson?” She says uneasy. “How’d you get on her shit list? I didn’t think she knew you existed. No offense.”

“Apparently she does. But, I’m sure by tomorrow I’ll be invisible again.” I reassure, knowing she’d have someone new to torture tomorrow.

“Yea, you’re probably right.” She agrees, shaking it off. “Let’s get some lunch, I’m starving.”

Nodding, I follow beside her down the hall, until we have to make a sharp right turn into the cafeteria. As my body twists, I run right into what feels like a brick wall, but when I feel a rough hand grab onto my arm to steady me, I know it wasn’t a wall.

“Shit!” A gruff voice barks as I feel a cold liquid splash down on the bottom of my shirt. My hands instinctively wrap around the stranger’s forearms in a tightening grip. “Fuck, are you okay?”

Still in shock from the sudden whiplash, my eyes finally adjust and peer up at the stranger.

Oh. My. God.

Was this some sort of joke? First Mr. Fitzgerald, now this guy?

With my eyes the size of dinner plates, I take in the stranger in front of me, not caring that whatever was spilled down the front of my shirt was really fucking cold. “Uhh...” I babble, staring into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“You good?” He raises a brow, leering down at me with confusion and a hint of worry across his flawless features. Rendered speechless once again, my eyes wander over his sandy colored quaffed hair, to his deep set eyes that remind me of tropical water. He was more than good looking. He was god-like, a perfect face with a killer jawline that was carved out to be admired and idolized. “Your friend good?” I hear him ask Josie beside us.

Coming back to reality, I quickly drop my hands from his arms, and take a huge leap backwards next to Josie. “I’m fine, I’m fine.” I cough, avoiding his bewildered gaze. Furious with myself for getting caught up in his captivating stare, I muster up my best glare.

“Shit, I spilled my drink all down your shirt.” He groans running a hand through his styled hair. I study his movement closely, but find myself drifting down his defined and well-built frame that’s visible through his black t-shirt and jeans.

Hearing a small cough next to me, I notice It’s Josie who’s watching me with wide eyes and I snap out of the weird trance I’m in.

“Pay attention much?” I snap a little too aggressively. But what I didn’t expect was for him to smile in return, revealing a perfect set of teeth. He must think I’m crazy.

Dragging a finger across his lower lip, he lets out an amused chuckle. “Apparently not. It’s my first day, still getting used to this big ass school.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, holding back a grin.

“Yah, well, now I have to find another shirt to wear because of you.” I complain, knowing all I really have to do is stand under a dryer for a few minutes, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Shit, your right, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, dropping that panty melting smile from his face. “I have an extra shirt in my locker, it might be a little big on you.” He scans his eyes down my short frame. “But, it’ll be better than wearing a wet shirt all day.”

“I have one.” Josie interrupts. “You can wear my extra one I have for after swim practice.”

Nodding, I give him one last glance over and turn to follow Josie, but am stopped when a large hand ceases my wrist. Instantly, I feel hot with rage. I hated being touched by anyone, this guy must have a death wish.

“I am sorry.” He apologizes, gazing down at me with his aqua colored eyes. Caught in their depths, I sense as if this was his move with girls. Hypnotize them with the flecks of turquoise and blue, and get them to fall at his feet.

“It’s fine. Just watch where you’re going next time.” I rip my arm out of his hold and amble away, catching up with Josie. Feeling his eyes burn a hole in my back as I walk away, I quickly get out of his line of vision.

“I can’t believe you just ran into Wes.” Josie leers down at me completely mortified. Stopping at her locker, I wait for her to open it.

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