Love is a Mess - Literally!

2# Love is a Mess - Literally!

I leant back into my shair and started to bite the inside of my mouth. Will just sat there, and then leant back next to me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why are you sitting next to me?" I asked. I was going to try to raise an eyebrow, but I know i'd fail.

"Can't a hot guy sit where he wants now-a-days?" he said, half smiling at me. Ok, he was a jerk, but that face was kinda cute...

"Really? Well, when you find one, let me know." i said, smiling innocently at him.

"Very good petal. How long did it take you to come up with that one?" he said, waggling his eyebrows at me.

"Quiet back there! Taylor! Will! Shuuush!" Mrs Green yelled from the front of the room.

A few people turned, and a few people wolf-whistled. Wills friends all winked at him and high-fived each other. Will sat forward and high- fived someone a few seats in front of us.

What the hell did they think we were doing?!

I sat up and shook my head. Idiots!

"Douche." I whispered.

"Aww, I'm touched." he said, putting a hand over his heart. I just shook my head again.

I tried sitting there watching the documentary, but it's hard to pay attention when it's talking about methods of ordering notes.

Will sat, apparently completely engrossed in his doodling. I sat back, bored.

I looked him up and down, and unfortunately, I was impressed.

He was wearing black, torn skinny jeans and a right black top. He had a green hoodie with White strings over it, and all black converse on.

"Finished checking me out yet, petal?" Will said, leaning back and winking at me.

"Please get over yourself. And what's with the 'Petal' crap?" I snapped.

"Does it annoy you?" He said in his deep musical voice.

"Hell yeah!" I said, a bit too loudly.

"Shush back there, or it's detention!" Eugh. She's getting annoying now.

"Then you'll always be petal, petal." he said. He grinned widely and I just wanted to smack it right off.

"You're a jerk." I said, punching him on the arm.

He just sat there and took it, and then laughed at me. Grunting, I shuffled my chair along, wanting to be as far away as possible from him.

"So mature." he said, rolling his eyes and my. I just stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed heartily.

We sat for about ten minutes in silence.

Well, him flicking tiny bits if scrunched up paper at me and I shooting him dirty looks when he hit bullseye.