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Cold Shoulder

Chapter 5

Kylie's POV

Who did this Kevin Moore think he was? Sigh...his name is so dreamy but that isn't my point...He disrupts class on his first day and then has the audacity to check out the teacher and call her out on it.

Who in the right mind would find Mrs. Hastings hot anyways? Why do I care? And why in the world did I blush when he looked at me? He makes me feel things I've never felt before but is this really love? 'cause he seems like the complete opposite of me...he's bold, late to class, hot, talks in class, I sound like I'm obsessed.

Not good, Kylie! I chastised myself. Stop thinking about him!

But how can I do that if I can practically feel his burning gaze on my back? I was seriously itching to turn around to confirm my suspicions but I didn't want to be caught looking at him.

So I casually dropped my pencil while Mrs. Hastings droned on about George Washington. You would think since I'm so smart that I would know better than to resort to such a juvenile tactic but girls in love do astoundingly stupid things like what I'm about to do...not that I'm in love. I'm...I don't know what I'm in.

I turned around and slowly reached down to pick up my pencil. I could barely see him at all. Why did he have to sit in the back? I, as casually as I possibly could, turned further to get a better glimpse of him. I caught his smoldering, yes, smoldering, gaze.

He winked at me.

Of course, I ended up embarrassed at getting caught looking at him. I could feel the heat rushing to my face. I abruptly turned around and ended up falling off my chair.

Talk about being smooth...

Everyone turned to look at me. I could feel myself blushing more. I heard muffled snickers in the back.

I quickly snuck a look. It was Kevin. He was laughing at me? Who did he think he was? This was all his fault! I bit my lip and stared at the ground for what felt like an eternity.

So awkward.

Mrs. Hastings raised her eyebrows. "Ms. Janson, are you alright? You can get up now, you know. But you seem uncharacteristically clumsy today. Is it 'cause of the new guy?"

I blushed even more if that was possible. Why did she have to say that last question?

I stood up and brushed my skinny jeans with all the dignity I had left.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Hastings. I'm probably a bit clumsy 'cause I stayed up late yesterday. Nothing to do with the new guy. As far as I'm concerned, he's nothing but a new addition to our class like any new student."

Mrs. Hastings looked at me. "Sure, Kylie. Well, back to the lesson..."

My hand flew to my mouth. What in the world had possessed me to add in that last sentence? That just made a million times more obvious that I was affected by that jerk whose name was Kevin...Ahhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to die from humiliation. That's exactly why I don't talk much. 'cause when I do, I usually say things that are better left unsaid...

Right then, Trish quickly slipped me a note.

It was against my usual behavior to write notes in class but whatever...I usually didn't fall out of a chair either. Or was that affected 'cause of a guy.

The girls in the class were whispering. Probably about me. Sigh.

I secretly opened the note.

Hey K. Ok there? I know the guy's hot but get a hold of yourself! ;)