Dripping Desires: My Unexpected Mate

Kyle: Mesmerized

The second bell had rung, signaling that it was time to take our seats in class. I waited until the majority of the students had entered before making my move. I couldn’t quite explain the nervous feeling in my chest, but I knew I had to get to class regardless.

We quickly entered before the third bell, as maintaining a clean record in our final year before university was crucial. Upon entering, I couldn’t help but notice that the new student was sitting in my seat.

I stood there, caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to let her stay in my seat or to muster the courage to ask her to move. Keir and Kevin exchanged mischievous glances, their playful smirks evident on their faces as they confidently took their seats to the left of her, leaving me rooted to the spot, dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.

At that moment, she turned her head to the left, her eyes widening in surprise as she noticed Keir settling in beside her. Her gaze then quickly flickered ahead, locking onto mine, and in that instant, I could see the unease wash over her features. With a sense of urgency, she began to gather her belongings, her fingers fumbling slightly as she prepared to shift to the empty seat on her right.

I wasted no time, quickly making my way over as she moved, and I slid into the vacant seat beside her. The tension in the air was like an explosion, but I hoped my decision to allow her to have the seat would provide a sense of comfort amidst the awkwardness.

I could tell that she was a bit nervous as she sat between Keir and me. I kept quiet, my head fixed ahead. I felt so anxious it was as if I were sh*tting bricks. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way towards another person. Suddenly, I mustered the courage to glance her way, but her head was straight ahead this time. I could smell the faint scent of vanilla shampoo coming from her long, soft brown hair. I examined her closely—her small, pointed nose, radiant fair skin, pink lips, and long, natural lashes. She was indeed a beauty.

Just then, Keir leaned forward and looked at me with a silly grin. His lips formed words I couldn’t quite understand. I smiled and shook my head. At that moment, Keir did precisely what I had anticipated he would do.

"Hi, I am Keir. This is my brother Kevin. Would you be so kind as to pass this piece of paper to my other brother, Kyle?" He handed her a small piece of paper and pointed in my direction.

She reached out toward me, her hands extended like an offering, yet her gaze remained fixed straight ahead, avoiding mine entirely, as if trying to conceal an underlying annoyance. I deliberately let her hands linger in the air, the paper trembling slightly between her fingertips as she awaited my response.

With each passing moment, I silently pleaded for her to turn my way to break the standoff that had grown between us. After what felt like an eternity, she finally registered my hesitation and turned towards me. In that instant, my grey eyes collided with her enchanting hazel-brown ones, and time seemed to freeze. The depth of her stare captivated me, wrapping around my heart like a vice, quickening its beat with an intensity I hadn't anticipated.

As I mustered a small smile, I leaned forward to take the paper from her. But at that moment, something weird happened once again. I felt a shock wave, this time stronger than before. I knew she felt it too as she quickly pulled her hands into the palms of the next and pressed gently as if hoping to ease the pain.

Seeing her actions, I quickly rushed from my seat to her aid.

"Please don't touch me," she immediately said, as if afraid.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "This is strange; it has never happened before. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"By the way, I am Kyle," I said.

"Celine," she replied softly, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness. "I’m fine; it’s nothing... it's just so strange," she added, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips, making her eyes sparkle with an air of mystery. Her phone buzzed with a new notification as the moment lingered, pulling her attention away.

Respecting her space, I returned to my seat, feeling a surge of satisfaction wash over me. After all, we had actually exchanged a few words—a small victory in the grand scheme of things.

I then returned my focus to the note Keir had scribbled earlier, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The message read, "Leave the Newbie for me; she is hot." I couldn’t help but chuckle at his boldness as I glanced over at him. He was animatedly conversing with Kevin, utterly unaware of my scrutiny.

Feeling a sudden urge, I pulled out my phone and decided to text him back, 'F*ck off, Bro. I think she is the one.' I glanced over at him when I noticed he had read my message. With a confident smile, he replied, "You're the boss." Despite his playful tone, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn't taking me entirely seriously. Just then, the English teacher, Mrs Cater, entered. Her slender milk and honey legs swiftly moved on short black heels across the classroom. Her short skirt swiss side to side as her firm buttocks gave it a perfect lift. Her short, curly brown hair and pretty well makeup face would grab anyone's attention. Her high-pitched voice was also an attention grabber.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope your assignments are shaping up well, as this is your final week for submission," she said with a bright smile. resting her laptop on her desk.

"Oh! I see a new face... This must be Celine Adams... Welcome to Roxborough High! Please introduce yourself... What is the name of your previous school, and what are your goals and achievements thus far?" asked Mrs Cater. I glanced over at Celine, who looked like a nervous wreck. She immediately straightened her posture and began to speak.

“My name is Celine. I am originally from the Netherlands, but we moved to the UK a few years ago. We moved back to the Netherlands just a few days ago. My previous school was Nottingham Girls' High. I hold a GPA of 4.2 and have received several recommendations from my former school, boosting my opportunity to attend any college of my choice. My goal is to attend Harvard University; I know the only way to achieve that is through a scholarship. Hence, I am determined to work hard for it,” she said proudly and confidently. I guess she wasn’t that shy after all, and her head was on her shoulders alright. A GPA of 4.2 is impressive, knowing that mine was also 4.2.

"Wow, a GPA of 4.2? Guys and Gals, you heard that you need to pull those shocks up. Because this chick is ready for that scholarship, and I want you to be as ready as she is! Celine, we have an ongoing assignment, and I would love to see what you are made of. Please see me after class," said Mrs Carter proudly.

Chloe leaned closer to her best friend Bailey, her voice barely above a whisper, as she cast a sidelong glance at Celine. "I really think she's just spinning a story to make herself feel significant. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if her GPA hovered around 2.4," she murmured, a hint of bitterness lacing her words. The sharpness in her tone revealed the envy that brewed beneath the surface, a silent storm of comparison and insecurity swirling in her expressive eyes.

For the entire class session, I couldn't stop glancing over at Celine. Her pen danced expertly across the pages of her notebook, leaving behind a cascade of vivid notes and carefully highlighted passages that seemed to come to life under her touch. Each time she paused to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my curiosity deepened. I couldn't help but wonder, "What would it take for me to earn a place in her circle of friends if she had any?"