Our Weird Relationship (BWWM)

Chapter 2: So you think you're Cute?

Thank You for all the people who have read it, And I hope you like it so far. 

Chapter 2: So you think you're Cute?

I walk into my class and find a seat. Bronx walks in and sits by me. "What's wrong?" He asked. I shake my head, nothing. The teacher comes in and class starts. Literature wasn't a hard class as I thought it would be. When the bell rung, Bronx got up and trailed out behind me. "What do you have next?" He asked. I took out my schedule and showed him. "Boo you have that family class." He says. "What do you have?" I look over at his sheet. Gym. "Well good luck." I say to him. He winks at me and goes the opposite way.

I enter the class and see no one in particular to sit by so I sit at a empty table. Mrs. Xavier, the teacher was a black woman like me and she was known for being honest with her students. Everyone was situated and she was about to speak when the door burst open and in came along Aiden. He seemed to want to make a dramatic entrance by the way he came in. "Hi and you must be Mr. Thomas." She says. He nods. "Okay sit next to....Ms. Gardson." She random says. Damn, are you serious? I thought.

His eyes meet mine and he smirked. "Locker Neighbor we meet again." He says when he sits down. I turn my head towards him, already irritated with his cockiness.

"Look buddy if you're going to sit next to me you have to be quiet." I said to him. His mouth turned into that stupid smirk again. "Aye Aye Captain." He replies. He looks forward with that smirk still on his face. "Alright class I want you to get cozy with the person sitting next to you, because they will be with you for the rest of the year," She said. I frown. "So today were just going to get to know each other, ask about your partner's family or what their hobbies are or do they plan on going to college after this?" I turned towards him in the seat and was ready to get this over with.

"Alright, Let's Start, Full Name." I state. "Aiden Carter Thomas." He answers. "Your initials are ACT." I chuckle. He smirks. "Your turn," He points. "Full Name." "Nia Marie Gardson."

Minutes passed and were still going at it. I found out that he has two little sisters and dog. One is six and the other is ten and his dog's name is Bailey. When he was nine he broke his arm, his favorite color is blue, his favorite food is pasta, and he is afraid of dying in his sleep. "What kind of music do you listen to?" He asks me. He was beginning to be an okay guy but still had his moments.

"I listen to any kind of music. Pop, Alternative, and Country." I answered. "I bet you like Boybands." He mumbles. "And why is that Aiden?" I snap at him. "Cause you just seem like the type to fangirl over some foreign dudes." He says. "What are you trying to say?" He laughs. "Nothing, next question." I was searching in my head for one when he straightens up and got in my face. "Oh I have one," I nod my head in his direction.

"What do you like in guys?" He asked me.

My eyes widen.

Why would he ask me that? I am not about to answer that so he can use it against me, or better yet try to fix me up with someone, I don't need his help in finding a guy. "I am not answering that." I reply. He smirks. "Why not Nia?" He says my name in a seductive way that made me almost rethink my answer. "Because that is none of your business now get the hell out of my face." I replied getting irritated.

"Mmm...Is it that time of—"Don't even finish that sentence, because you will be wrong." I cover his mouth with my hand. His eyes crinkle when I heard him muffling a laugh. I squeal when I feel his tongue touch my hand.

"Ew, what the hell is wrong with you?" He laughs. "I said I would lick your hand." I wipe my hand on his pants leg. He jumps. "Don't do that unless you plan to finish." He demands. I scoff. His eyes got darker for a second and I began to feel hot. "Y-you are fucking gross." I break the trance he had me in. "That's a first."