Good Girl Gone Bad

Chapter 1: Curse English!

After that day Dan had winked at me, like, literally yesterday, I can't sleep without him popping into my head, which honestly isn't that new, but you get the point. 

I can't look into the mirror without my cheeks burning like they did then. I can't get that godly, lopsided smile and those caramel eyes out from my mind. It was like having a virus on your computer that had mad pop-ups, and instead of advertising soap, it would be Dan's everything.

I could imagine it now. "Ever wanted something that could make all your worries go away? Well, today's your lucky day, because you can try Dan's smile for a whole week! Free!" 

I shook my head, smiling at the thought of that happening and brought all my attention back to the new sketch of Dan's glorious eyes in my notebook when I really should turn back to my school lesson. Speaking f school, I can't seem to focus in that either, doodling in my notebook during lessons like this one. Every little sketch related to Dan somehow, making me even more frustrated with the fact he's not erasable from anyone's head.

My heart started beating faster and I slapped a hand to my chest, silently, and pushed my brain to control it. My mind wondered, though, and I started to think about possible things he could've winked at, like maybe he wasn't looking at me, or perhaps something else that made more sense. It didn't make any sense. Maybe he was winking at Jack or someone behind my desk. Maybe he's gay? That would be more logical, right?

My forehead hit the desk with a thud, a loud, exaggerated sigh escaping my throat. What was I supposed to do with this?

"Okay class, today we're going to assign partners for the yearly English project!"

I love how my teacher pushed away that i could possibly have a concussion. I brought my head up with much effort from my stiff neck and pushed, attempted to, really, my crazy Dan thoughts out of the way, to look around the class for the blond mob of hair known as Jack. We had been waiting for this all week, actually, like children at a candy store.

The two of us made eye contact and his electric orbs lit up in excitement.

Jack and I crossed our fingers, hoping to get one another as a pairing, obviously. See, we already had the person we were going to do it on, which we probably shouldn't have done. Yolo, though, right? (Ironically).

The teacher started calling out names shortly after picking up her clipboard, adjusting her 'teacher' glasses on the bridge of her nose and sending warning glances to the teens joking around throughout the classroom. 

"Okay, guys. These pairings are random so, I doubt you'll get with your best friend," she grins wickedly down at us and I audibly gulp, "Harley and Jacob, Bryrony and Jane, Jack and Cole."

Dang it. I frowned in disappointment, my lips forming an etched scowl when Jack shrugged like it was nothing.

"Lastly, Dan and (Name)."

Wait....what?

I did not just hear that, right? I must be hearing things. I shook my head, seeing if anything were to fall out of my ears. Nothing. So I'm just going insane? 

The teacher was speaking but I couldn't hear anything as I looked over at Dan, albeit grudgingly, his brown eyes staring at me intently and blocking out any other thought in my head. He smirked, noticing my obvious blush rising to the tip tops of my cheeks and I coughed up my heart.

Wanting to keep the rest of my organs, I ripped my head back towards the teacher and tried to think on what she was saying to us, "so, I suggest you meet with your partners soon to discuss the project, that's all for today, have a nice weekend and don't forget about the final paper!"

I didn't get up. I didn't get up even when Jack pulled on my sleeve.

I physically couldn't bring myself to.

But then I realized as Dan was heading towards me, waltzing with those long legs of his, that I needed to bolt and get away before my lungs died a horrible unexpected death. I needed those!

I scrabbled all my stuff in a pile, heaping it into my arms and before he could say anything I blurted out hastily, "I have to like, pee, really bad, so, uhm, bye!"

I ran, and ran, and ran. I didn't really need to use the school restroom, I just needed to get out of there.

My face was ablaze with a scarlet fire, my cheeks tingling with warmth, not just from the running. What was I going to do? I had to do a yearly project with Dan, which last time I checked, it lasted the whole school year!

That means we'd have to go to each others houses...

Oh no.

Oh hell no.

I could feel my cheeks burn more at the possible thought of Dan being in my bedroom. Where I sleep every night, or browse the internet until 5am but oh well, same thing. I think it's fate.

Why does English have to be the one class I have with him? Why not gym, so that he wouldn't be able to talk to me?! I've never hated literature as much as I did at this exact moment.

(Ah, I just finished editing this one, so please, enjoy the new writing. This one didn't have so much because I thought it was okay-ish. Anyway, thanks, and see you in the next chapter with another edit!)