Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I’m unbelievable turned on right now, and I have to open my mouth just to let out the extra air. For some reason I can’t remember how to breath normally.
He finally gives me instructions - pour this, pour that, and I move around him with an unnatural grace that I had no idea I was capable of. He asks the class questions about the reactions of things, but all I can think about is the reaction I’m having to him, forget about the chemicals!
He helps me pour the last liquid and I can’t help my blush when our hands meet. I wonder if he feels the buzz between us too. My body tenses from his touch as energy runs to my core. It’s the most carnal reaction I’ve ever experienced (don’t judge, I have little to work with).
My finger accidentally gives his an extra brush, all on its own, and I let out a small sigh, which I’m immediately embarrassed by.
“I think we’re done,” his voice is angry and stern.
God, I’m so stupid.
Chloe and I are lab partners, and I’d like to say it’s by chance, but he paired up the strangest of pairs, yet I got my friend. In fact, some people in the class point out how unfair it is, but Mr. Harrington just shrugs and says it was an accident.
We finish our experiment first, thanks to me already doing it, and start talking quietly. We don’t get yelled at, unlike everyone else when their low chattering gets too loud.
It’s these little things I always notice that make me think he regards me as special. Like, maybe this isn’t just my imagination after all.
However, there are still times I think it is. It’s just so confusing - whether or not it’s simply my wishful thinking, or just the most wonderful sign ever?
Regardless, it’s funny how I watch the clock in every single class but chemistry. Whenever the bell rings it catches me by surprise, because I never want to leave.
“I think Mr. H liked you in the goggles,” Chloe laughs jokingly as we head upstairs.
“Ew,” I roll my eyes before looking away and smiling.
I started staying after school for math to get extra help.
I leave today’s session early and head to my locker to wait for Chloe, who’s also staying after, but for Spanish.
“Luci,” a male voice booms. I know it’s not Mr. Harrington, as I’d recognize his sound anywhere, but I still hold a sliver of hope before turning around, remembering when called my name in class today.
I can’t help my disappointment when I spot Nick.
“Hey Nick,” I wave as he jogs over. “What are you staying after for?”
“Detention,” he shrugs and I laugh. I should have known. “You?”
“Math,” I enter the combo and pry the door open.
“You’re too smart for that,” he rests his hand on the locker next to mine.
“How do you think I stay so smart?” I counter jokingly.
“Right,” he laughs, and we booth look up upon hearing the scuff of shoes against the floor, watching as a swarm of guys in matching outfits run quickly down the hall.
“Keep it up, guys!” It’s like music to my ears. The smell of sweat rushes past me as one pair of sneakers starts to slow. His pants swoosh with each motion, his hard chest and arms barely confined in his tight MTHS t-shirt. My mouth drops as I watch him approach, completely forgetting about Nick being here.
“Everything okay here?” He pauses next to me and my gaze is stuck on him, studying, as he runs his fingers through his messy dark hair. I’m enchanted, the way he eludes such power and confidence. “Luci?” He chuckles when I don’t answer.
“Um, yeah…fine,” I swallow hard.
“You sure?” He confirms, staring back and forth between Nick and I. I nod slowly, bewitched.
“Okay,” his voice is just above a whisper as he turns around, my eyes still glued to him as he walks away.
“Fucking teachers,” Nick laughs nervously, interrupting my daze. I barely register my own laugh as I watch as Mr. Harrington stops at the far end of the hall before turning back around to face me. “Hey, so, about that movie…”
Nick’s voice isn’t right. It’s not his.
“What?” I smile, either to Nick or Mr. Harrington, I don’t know.
“Um, well, you said some other time, so I was thinking maybe this could be some other time.” I briefly turn my full attention back to Nick. He’s staring at the floor, brushing his feet against the dust. I don’t keep on him for long, as my eyes find his again. He’s laughing quietly, his shoulders moving slowly, his eyes bright and amused.
“Luci?” My eyes dart back to Nick.
“Yeah?”
“Were you even listening to me?”
“Sorry, I’m just really… distracted,” I look back at him again, hovering in the distance, lingering.
He winks.
“I better get going,” I say to Nick absentmindedly. “See you tomorrow.” I slam the locker door, but when I look up again, my teacher’s gone.