Stories under the Velvet Sky

Chapter Twelve: Like You Mean It

You know, interestingly enough, I don’t seem to recall ever seeing Adrian blush a bright red while looking away, down at the workbook the class required every student to fill out whenever we weren’t doing a lab of some sort. Usually he was so confident, and ready to have some sort of witty reply sent back my way, but this time he was embarrassed.

He mumbled something under his breath, something along the lines of, “God, you’re such a pervert,” that sentence, along with that meek expression had me grinning wide and with pride.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” I replied brightly, turning my own gaze towards the whiteboard, considering doing my actual work for once, instead of writing random thoughts down while pretending to listen to the teacher.

Don’t get me wrong, I signed up for chemistry to cause all sorts of mayhem. I think I managed to make a baking soda and vinegar explosion in the teacher’s desk once.

And to address my earlier statement, yes, I am somewhat of a pervert. I don’t go around looking at men’s underwear, or watching porn, or making dirty comments under my breath, or out loud, but I assure you, I’m thinking ‘em.

Ah, Harlequin.

Once he managed to stop blushing, which is apparently very hard for him to do, he started to glare at me, “Why are you even thinking of that here? It is chemistry clas- you know what, never mind. I just got it,” ahaha, he cut himself off. And judging by the semi-disgusted expression on his face, he was probably dirtier minded than I was being at the moment.

I giggled, unable to control my amusement, and receiving a stern glare from the chemistry teacher in the process. She wasn’t giving a lecture, but we were supposed to work quietly. Something I am terrible at when I actually want to talk to somebody, “I’m not the one jumping to conclusions here. I was thinking about the fruit. You’re the one whose mind went straight down the gutter,” this time around, I was the one smirking like an idiot.

I think I understand now why he does it so much; it’s fun acting like a superior asshole!

“Dammit Kathryne!” He cursed. I laughed again, taking gleeful joy out of his self-induced trip down into sewer of the mind, “It’s your fault for being so vague! Almost anyone could interpret that incorrectly, and you know it!”

Shrugging, I glanced at the clock and picked up my pencil, scribbling a little bit of nonsense onto the lines on the worksheet, “Just because innuendo is implied doesn’t mean you should take it out of context. I’m surprised you even know of the alternate meaning. Even I didn’t until I started reading books on the internet,” inside my head, I am cackling like a maniac. Just thought you should be aware of that.

He snorted, shaking his head disapprovingly whilst I was trying to resist the urge to make my mind-laughter heard out loud. I had covered my mouth, pretending to cough, but I think he knew what I was doing because he still looked pretty annoyed with me, “I’m not an idiot Kathryne. In fact, if you’ve been paying any attention at all today, you’d know I’m fairly intelligent,” I think I may have accidentally angered him.

Whoops.

“You assume that I haven’t been secretly amused this entire time while you’ve been interrogated. I happen to think it’s hilarious, so I’m not the only one making assumptions. And even if you are intelligent, that doesn’t necessarily mean you know everything,” he couldn’t know everything. He’s not Morgan Freeman.

And I’m not Jim Carrie! Ahaha, I love that movie. Lucian Fox is awesome!

I’m getting off topic again…