Chapter Three
322 Words
One class to lunch and my stomach is already grumbling. Maybe it doesn't like the fact that I didn't have breakfast and my system has been working on overdrive since I bumped into a certain hot and definitely egoistic boy who enjoys being stared at and drooled all over. Uugh!
"I wish you had resumed yesterday. You'd have met Noah." My face pales. I hate to hear that name even though a part of me keeps telling me not to generalize and hate all Noahs because of a certain Noah that had me believing in mom's mantra completely and never questioning it again.
"What? Are you okay?" He asks, a concerned look flashing on his gorgeous face. I nod, telling him I'm alright but he didn't stop looking at me like a drenched stray cat. Finally, he says, "you're weird. I like you."
I blink repeatedly. My brain shuts down for two whole seconds. He likes me. Scratch that thought, he just called me weird. I pout and picked a pen from my desk and without him noticing, I poke his leg through his jean.
"Aaarghh" He yelped and shot me a dangerous look. The teacher looked up to him and shot him a glare that didn't last, probably because she liked him too. From the little I've seen in the past few hours I've been here, it's difficult to hate Xander. He's full of vibe and smiles and charisma. So Miss or Mrs. Literature teacher shook her index finger in warning and just continued teaching.
The rest of the class passes in a blur till lunch. His hand rests casually on my lower back like it's the most natural thing in the world and I'm not even going to say I'm uncomfortable with it. He's hot and all but he's not giving me goosebumps or anything so the coast is clear, he can be my friend. I want anything but goosebumps.
- Writer
