Listen to Me

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Hesitantly, I raised my hand and the cockiest smirk crossed his face. He sauntered past me to the seat, all the while letting his eyes slowly gaze down and back up my body. He was openly checking me out.

There goes any attraction I felt for him. I knew he was too good to be true. Sure I want my prince charming, but I soooo don't do cocky guys. I'm not THAT desperate. Well, I hope I'm not.

He walked over to the empty seat beside me and sat down.

As he sat down a burst of his clogne flew into my nostrils, and I almost died. Right there. He smelled so damn good. He smelled like the woods, and rain, and home before mom and dad died, and every other wonderful thing I could imagine.

Ok that's it. Virgin or not, I needed this guy RIGHT NOW.

My breathing started to come shallow, and I was so embarresed with my train of thought that I put my head down on the table and put my arms over it. I couldn't imagine myself blushing any harder than I had a minute ago. However, there were a few other things I could imagine doing that included a man who was very close to my personal space.....

*Babe, pull yourself together! You'll have plenty of time to 'seal the deal' later.*

I looked up startled. It was like I had actually heard something, but that can't be possible. I hadn't heard anything, since well...before the accident.

Starting to completely freak out, I sat ramrod straight in my seat and frantically looked around me. Noone else was paying me any attention and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander back over to James, but not even he was looking at me. No, he was once again wearing that scary expression he had had a few moments ago. He was glaring at his death with an intensity that could kill. He seemed be folding in on himself, with his back hunched over his desk and arms pulled closed to his sides. His hands were desperately clutching onto the seat of his chair, as if his life depended on it. His hands were such a deathly shade of white that it looked as if he was holding on with all of his life. His face was so screwed up in the concentration of staring at his desk, that I could actually see a bead of sweat roll down the side of his forhead.

I too found myself clutching onto my chair to resist the tempatation of reaching out to wipe that bead of swet away. He was pure temptation, and he was not helping my restraint, because intense/scary was a good look on him.

Oh God, Oh God! What am I thinking! I am not a bad girl. I don't do bad things with boys--like I am dieing to do right now--and I certainly don't spent my time daydreaming about doing bad things with guys I had only just realized even existed. I needed to distract myself again.

That made me remember the voice. I couldn't believe I had forgotten something so amazing as hearing again. Looking back over at Posiedon-I mean James- it was obvious that he had not been the one to speak to me. He did not appear to be in the speaking mood right now...

I almost went back to thinking about the voice, but did a doubletake at James. It had just regestered in my head that I should be concerned about the fact that he looked like he would murder anything that came within ten feet of him. And the fact that I was sitting in the seat next to him made me slightly concerned for my life. This guy must be bipolar or unstable, I concluded. Because he had gone from normal when he first came in the room, to completely tense, to cocky, to looking like he had to restrain himself from murdering someone.

I was staring rather intensely at him as I thought this, and I suppose that might be the reason he looked up to meet my gaze. The look in his eyes made me realize that I had been wrong about him being murderous right now. The look in his eyes resembled something close to raw, needy lust , and he was pointing that gaze at me; the newest member of the horny club.

I breathed in sharply and started hyperventaliating. He needed me just as bad as I needed him. And I thought I had been bushing before. Now every last little drop of blood felt like it had been showered in gasoline and lit of fire. I knew at this point my underwear must be soaked, but I found it hard to care. He was still staring at me with that dark lustful expression, and I started to drift closer to him. I knew I should stop, but it was like my brain had been chucked right out of my head, and replaced with a giant magnet. That magnet was only trying to pull itself back towards its other half, where it belonged.

*Earth to Trinity! Are you really planning on jumping this guy in the middle of class?*

Well that got my attention. I had been staring so intently at James' lips that I knew there was no possible way that he had moved them to speak. It also caught my attention to the fact that his head was so close to mine, that his breathe was showering over my face.

Jumping back from this guy, I once again frantically looked around the classroom to see who had spoken to me. A few people where giving me shocked looks, and I realized that by next period it would not be a secret that the school's freak had almost made out with the new school's hotty. But noone looked at me as if they were expecting a reply. Coming to the conclusion that I was going insane, I looked to the clock to see how long I had to wait before I could hi-tail it to the bathroom and have a major freak out session.

8:56

Sadly, there was another thirty minutes left. Wait-thirty minutes! That means I had spent a good part of the last fourty five minutes sitting in my chair thinking about James. I hadn't even bothered to look at a word Mrs. Evil had spoken.

*Well your screwed cutey*

And that was the answer I needed to know that I was going insane. I had a voice in my head. I was hearing voices! This is just my luck.

9:01

Another five horridly long minutes passed of me glaring at the clock, and refusing to look anywhere else. I did not care if the world was falling apart around me, or if Mrs. Mead had callen on me. All I knew was that my last bit of sanity was hanging on by a tiny, frayed string of thread. Any wrong movement, and I would just start screaming. Then I would do something much worse, because screaming would only make me mad that I could not hear myself.

9:06

That was it. I am sick of waiting for this class to be over. I needed something to keep my mind of the greek god next to me, and Mrs. Mead's boring lecture sure wasn't helping. There was only one thing that I could think of to distract me from this mans muscky smell.

That is how I decided, out of my insanity, that I would try to answer the voice back. *So...uh...anybody out there?*

If it was possible to mentally blush, then that is what I am doing right now. I can't believe that I am stupid enough to think that would actually work. I'm just glad James can't read my thoughts and see how completely mental I am. Then I would never get close enough to taste his breathe again.

*Gross! Shouldn't a sweet, innocent girl like you have a filter?*

Hey it worked! Wait a second....That was really rude! Even for an imaginary, made up, crazy voice in my head, it was still a very mean thing to say. I don't care if it was the first voice I've heard in years, it was not worth talking to it. I'll just ignore the voice from now on.

Surfacing from my thoughts, I looked around me to see everyone packing up.

9:25

I had one minute to go until class was over. Finally. I put my things in my backpack and stood up when everyone else did, knowing that that meant the bell had rung. Without even a glance at James, I rushed out of the classroom into the crowded hallway where I allowed myself to just get lost.