The bell rang, signaling the end of last period. And even though everyone else seemed euphoric, I refused to cooperate. After all, you couldn’t expect me to get all jumpy when what I dreaded the whole day came to greet me sooner than I had fancied.
I have been doing a fairly good job of ignoring Jade since first period. Mostly because he haven’t even tried talking to me. With that, I didn’t know whether I should be glad or offended. I at least imagined him apologizing or something along that line. But no, he just has to be a jerk and go along with my silent treatment. In a way though, I was glad. If he were to talk to me, what would he say? I doubted he’d apologize for embarrassing me; he was far too evil for that act. Instead, I was more than sure that he’d press on the “impressing Jade” issue, being the narcissist he is. I guessed he was better off unvoiced, were that be the case.
I stood from my seat and slung my bag on my shoulder. Jade appeared beside me in less than a second. I didn’t glance at him, nor did he look at me. I strolled out of the room and into the busy halls, with Jade striding alongside me the whole time. I trudged to building two, where the gym was.
I know I said that Jade was better off silent but in truth, sparing my dignity, it was unbearable. Much as I didn’t want to get picked on, I wanted to hear his voice. I know it sounds gay but… it’s true. Not that I’d admit it to him though. I wouldn’t dare do that; not in this lifetime!
By the time I reached the double doors of the gym, there were only a few students down in the hallway. I turned to face Jade. Why I did so, I didn’t really know. I just looked at him, taking in his lean, muscular figure and his ever handsome face. And his striking blue-gray hue of his eyes…
He lifted an eyebrow expectantly.
I refused to speak; I wanted him to break the silence first.
He didn’t. Instead, he returned my gaze.
I lifted my chin. No way was I going to speak.
A moment passed until he finally chuckled and poked me on my forehead. “Such a baby,” he said, smirking, sending my heart in an uneven somersault.
I kept silent as I listened to his husky chuckle. God, I wouldn’t admit how much I missed this. I plastered on a frown. “You’re the reason I’m having detention. On my second day, I shall add.” I mumbled.
He raised his palms beside his head and wiggled his fingers in mock surrender and took a step back. “Hey, it’s not my fault you were defensive.”
“I wasn’t defensive!” I furiously denied. A few people passing-by threw us weird looks.
“See?” He said, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I bet you just love attention.”
“I do not.” I murmured fiercely, keeping my voice low to disprove his theory.
He shrugged then smiled. He actually smiled that I had to try my hardest not to gawk. “You don’t have to try for attention though; you’re fine the way you are.” To my dismay, his pleasant smile turned into a half-smirk. “In case you didn’t get the message, I was implying that you don’t need to exert effort to catch my attention...” he trailed off for a second, and then grinned wickedly “because it’d just be put to waste.”
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Just What I Need (ON HOLD)Teen Fiction
Seventeen year-old Axel Vincent is pulled out from her high school and left by her parents who hurriedly flew to Paris. She stays with her Aunt Lauren and soon starts school again at an exclusive academy where she is to stay in a dormitory. She sees...