They Think Our Love Is Pretty

Stupid Pretty Face

{ Cadences Perspective }

Long dragged out glances across the room building tension. Might I add, also some friction. His dark and intriguing eyes lure me in deeper and deeper and I can't help but-

"Oi Cadence, you wanna come study with us after class?". Dammit Elijah, just as my daydream was getting good.
"Uh yeah sure" I responded slightly disoriented.

I sigh and glance to my left when I notice yet again those sinister eyes looking into mine. Ahhhhh yes of course. Typical me, Cadence, falls for the bad boy once again.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Of course we never really talked. It's just one of those things where you find the other one looking at you and your brain goes into override filled with thoughts of "omg he was looking at me!" Or "oh no he caught me looking at him"

Now is one of those moments apparently. A quick side glance from me lead to a sinister smirk from him.

Oh what I wouldn't do to know what goes on in his mind.

Isn't it interesting how you can go through your whole schooling life without noticing someone until it's almost too late? Senior year of high school and you finally notice them.

I suppose it could have something to do with the fact that we had never really had a class together and now all of a sudden all of my classes are with him.

Ugh now I have to put up with seeing his stupid pretty face every day.

After class I went to go study with Elijah and the rest of our friends in the library. Oh yes. Guess who's also at the library.... at our study table...him. That's stupidly pretty bad boy.

Sinister eyes and a sinister smile with a sinister name of Lucas. Sounds sweet and innocent huh? I don't know about that...

Lucas sits at the head of the table whilst I sit at the foot. Directly parallel. He looks up at me and looks back down to his work and I see a little smile form at the corner of his mouth. Damn it. What on earth is going on in his head?

The bell rings to acknowledge the end of the school day. We all pack up our stuff and head towards our form of transport home. Elijah and a few of my friends walk and occasionally catch a ride. As for the rest of us, we catch the bus and so does Lucas...