Temptation

Chapter Two

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~Beautifully Awkward

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Tuesday, today’s spirit theme: giving. I roll my eyes, as I walk into first period. It’s awfully weird not having Jenna by my side—and I feel as if I’m getting more looks than usual. Me against the world... I laugh lightly to myself.

                    I take a seat in my seat, and look up at the bored. The class is as usual—chatty. The teacher stays silent as people throw spit balls and pass notes. I had no one to whisper or squeal to. Ten minutes pass before the bell finals rings, signaling the beginning of class.

                    “Alright class,” Miss. Silverstone rises to her feet, with a smile. “As we all know, it is spirit week.” She smiles, and looks around reassuringly. “And today’s theme is giving. I will be handing out names and photos of the student you will have to gift. The gift choice; as usual is their favorite candies or non-melt-able dessert.” she grins, as she hands out folded pieces of paper. “Now sometimes, the students aren’t in your grade—but that’s okay.”

                    I huff as she hands me my paper. I slowly unravel it, and like a smack in the face—I am left speechless. It was him—violet eyes. “Can there be a switch?” I think aloud. “Of course not,” Miss. Silverstone beams politely at me. “Where’s his name?” I ask, realizing there isn’t one there. Her eyebrows knit in confusion. “That’s odd.” she says, taking the paper from my hand. “Very, very strange...” she brings it closer to her face, as if it would magically appear in the utmost tiniest of font.

                    “Do you know him?”

                    “Yes—!—I mean no—! I mean—” I stop my babble, as I realize the concerned look on her face. “Yes…yes I do know him.” I sigh, reluctantly, sinking down in my chair. “Then you must know his name.” she says, her eyebrows furrowing. I lick my drying lips, and rack my fingers through my hair. “Yeah, of course…”

                    She gives me a pathetic smile, and walks away. Great, now I have to encounter him—again. I didn’t want to, and the thought of it made me upset. I read over his favorite things: Pecan pie, without the pecans. I make a face. I wonder who he got picked to be gifted.

Classes go by in a blur, and I find myself in the grocery store, looking for ingredients for pecan pie. “Hmm, those look like ingredients for pecan pie; may I ask who your receiver is?” I looked up from the various products, and my eyes meet the boy. I gasp in shock, and stumble back. He chuckles. “Why are you so afraid?”

                    “I’m—I’m not afraid. Why are you here? How’d you know I’d be here?”

                    “I didn’t, my person liked Snickers, and so I was looking at candies, when I spotted you. Plus, I don’t think anyone else picked pecan pie besides a certain someone.”

                    “Well…if you’re wondering, my receiver—is you.”

                    He chuckled, and took a step next to me. “Aren’t you the luckiest girl in the world?”

                    My eyebrows knit together, as I take my cart, and push past him. “Oh come on—I’ll tell you my name and leave you alone if you let me come over your house, and bake the pie.”