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Chapter Two// His Phone

I watch the door for a little moment, wondering what would have happened if I had stopped him from running out, if I had actually spoken to him.

Maybe just a friendly smile would give him the encouragement needed for him to smile back?

But he is long gone.

I turn around to pick up my bag. Once I crouch down to pick it up, something catches my eye from the floor beside me. It is a phone. I hold it up in my hands and press the centre button, curious of who it belongs to.

The picture that flashes up on the lock screen is of a family. There is a mom, dad and sister. And there, in the centre, stands Nathan. He has a wide smile on his face, an expression he hardly ever shows whilst at school.

It is his phone.

He is completely out of sight, so I know it would be pointless in running after him. So after moments of contemplating what to do, I decide to pocket the phone and return it to him the following day. Otherwise, Mrs Simpson would probably take it and cage it up in one of her desk drawers and not give it him back. She is incredibly strict about phones in her classroom and I don't want to risk it.

I exit the classroom and leave my report on the desk as I pass. The corridors are almost bare by now, the odd student crossing my path but hardly anybody is around. I dump my unneeded books in my locker then slam it shut. Walking to the exit through the large double doors, I step down onto the student parking lot.

My eyes scan the scene attentively, on the search for Josh's BMW that should be waiting here for me. Josh has football practice today and until my car is fixed, he is my ride. So the consequence of it means I have to wait in his car until practice is over. Which, may I add, isn't that unsatisfactory considering I am in view with the field from where his car is usually parked.

I locate his car and walk over to it, unlocking the doors with the keys he gave me and I sit inside. To make good use of the time I decide to start on my Geography homework. It isn't as if there is much more to do and we only have one day to do it.

Time passes slowly and I finally complete the essay. I sigh and lean back in my seat, letting out a tired breathe of air.

"Hey babe. Sorry for the wait." A sweaty looking Josh suddenly appears by the driver's door, his hair sticking up all over the place as his T-shirt sticks to his abs. I am not complaining with the drop of my eyes.

"The showers not working again?" I comment with a giggle as he puts his belt on and wipes some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He turns to me with a tired look in his eyes.

"Yeah, tough practice today. Coach wouldn't let us leave until we got it perfect, then the showers broke so I'm all sweaty." He sighs and picks up my hand, using his thumb to rub circles around my palm. "You good?"

Gold swirls spiral through the depth of his eyes, an enchantment making my stomach flutter and my eyes dilate.

"Yeah," I glance down at my homework on my lap, trying to focus my attention on something other than his gorgeous face and body. "Just did that Geography essay Mr Moss is forcing us to do in one night. You better start it when you get home, it's tough." I warn him with an exhausted smile.

Josh throws back his head with a groan, his free hand glued to his face. "I'm too tired, I'll never do it all tonight." His head rotates to look at me, our eyes connecting as he puffs out his lower lip. "Could you-"

"No!" I shout. I already know what he is about to ask, not another word needed. "No way. I'm tired too," I whine, not giving in. He may be persuasive at times, but I'm not doing it all again. He could look like Zac Efron right now but it wouldn't make the slightest of difference.

"Please babe, I've had a hard day."

"Ask Nathan to do it," I scoff, rolling my eyes. "You said he would do any homework for you."

"Yeah, but I asked him to do my physics," he says, holding my hand tighter. "You're my only hope."

"Stop being so dramatic!" I swat his hard muscular arm with a playful scowl, watching a grin spread across his kissable lips. Then I have an idea. "Ok, I have a plan."

"Talk to me." He leans in closer.

"I will do your homework, but..." I walk my fingers up his toned chest, my eyes staring into his with a suggestive smirk. He immediately understands what I am hinting at and his breath tickles my skin. His lips press up against my neck, sending the uncontrollable flutter of butterflies free in my stomach once again.

"But what?" He mumbles across my skin. A giggle escapes my lips as I hold onto his cheeks to rise his head back up to face me.

"But you have to come round to my house later."

"Deal!"

"And do my math homework."

"What?" He leans back with enlarged eyes. I don't know if it's shock or horror, but he looks scared stiff. I giggle and use my hand to stroke through his hair. He wasn't expecting that proposition.

"And when we're done," I continue, my lips creeping into a successful smile. "We can do whatever you want."

"Fine," he gives in and captures my lips in his, kissing me slowly and teasing me with his tongue. We soon pull away with the vibration of my phone.

"You go home and shower." I tell him as I read my message from my mom, who is wondering where I am. "Then come over around seven and we can start."

He reverses out of the parking lot and drives in the direction of my house. At the red lights he removes his hand from the wheel and holds mine.

"I can't wait for tonight," he whispers into my ear, his lips teasing against my skin making me giggle.

"Why, does math turn you on?" I joke.

"No, but you do."