My Clumsy Valentine

➸ Chapter ➎: Dance practice with the Hard Rock

~Callum Ross~

Felicity was standing in front of me. Flustered and blushing madly.

"Come on in, Felicity," I said sarcastically.

She barged in my room/ "Could you please put on a shirt?" she demanded as she turned to me and clutched her bag tighter. It was to the point her knuckles were turning white.

"Why, do I make you nervous?" I smirked at her.

She was now the color of a tomato. "No. Just put on a freaking shirt."

I rolled my eyes. I took in her appearance. She was wearing a hoodie, some leggings and was currently bare-foot in my room. In all honesty, she kind of looked cute-

What the actual fuck.

I shook my head. "Can we just start with the science project?" I said.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. She threw her bag on my bed and took out her books. Then she sat on my rotating chair which was in front of my messy desk.

I wasn't at all nervous on what she'd think of my room. It was dark blue, with posters of women plastered on my walls. My bed was a mess, with the pillows not in the right place (they were on the floor) and my blanket was messed up in a roll. My desk was facing my bed, beside it was my 10-inched flat-screen tv.

"Callum?" she called.

I whipped my head towards her to see her already have the books on my desk.

Which means she threw all of my stuff that was on my desk, to the floor.

"Oi! Woman! What did you do?" I shouted.

She looked at me innocently and smiled. "I put your things on the floor," she said.

I gritted my teeth in annoyance. "Why did you do that?" I asked.

She looked at the stuff, dumbfounded. "It was in the way," she said, innocently.

This girl is driving me insane. First she rejects the rose I gave her, then she tells me to just drop the whole project, then she comes barging into my room and tells me to put on a shirt like she was my mother, and now she threw all of my things to the floor.

Seriously, what is wrong with this chick?

Good thing I'd get her out of my life once this whole thing is finished. Sure she doesn't seem like she's attracted to me, but I'd get there eventually.

I'd make her fall for my charm.

I grabbed a bean bag from across my room and dragged it towards my desk. "So what are we going to do?" I said, once I sat on the bean bag.

"I was thinking of making some analysis on an athlete. The equation of how they move in their specific sport for our physics project," she suggested.

I nodded. "It's easier and simpler. I'm good with it. I can suggest some athletes in my team. There's John, Derrick, Adrian, Fred, Tro-"

"We just need one." She gave me a straight look.

"Fine. John," I said.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Silence took in. It was amusing because she was glaring at me. She huffed, turned around and crossed her arms.

"So... What now?" She looked at me expectantly.

I shrugged.

She sighed, slammed the armrests of the rotating chair she was on, and pushed herself up.